Ghastly's mind no longer had basic survival at its forefront. Instead it was that pack, and the Spaniard. His warnings and words were ran through, over and over, and Ghastly should have known better than to linger at the borders of a place that smelled of testosterone and blood... but she did. Just outside, as before. The last time she'd plucked up the courage of her own will to venture into the heart of their land she'd fucked it up. Fucking hell Eira, didn't you know that first impressions count for everything? The frail, pallid wolf tightened the ball that she'd curled herself up in. Tucked beneath the upper lip of the end of a hollow log, all was silent. Her breathing was barely noticeable. Her ears remained attentive, though her eyes rested just almost shut. Sigh.
Cortés had been given two tasks as of late. Help Yusef, and Help Pi. I was as if beating that young boy, Zod, had boosted his responsibilities. Being a dog as he were, he didn't know that his rank had probably changed or if he was seen as more reliable. In the end though, Cort could only accept. So now, with Yusef being off doing whatever it was that he needed to do, Cort would bring himself to follow Pi again. The girl had been told to find the Ghastly woman. Ninfa. Bring her back, and make her submit. He didn't know if Pi could do such a thing, especially with her being such a submission creature to begin with. Cortes would grunt slightly and shove off from the territory, his morning mild as could be. Might as well check up on the girl. His steps brought him to a small alcove, trees and rotting log were displayed before him. His eye instantly caught sight of a pale furry mound. It was a stark contrast between the earth around it, and itself. The only thing that gave it slight similarity, was the birch wood behind it. He sniffed, inhaling the vicinity and trying his best to figure out what the heck it was. His head tilted and he took a step toward it. "Quién es usted?"
Ghastly's ears twisted and flicked, this way and that. Though her eyes were heavily lidded over. She was fighting the urge to sleep, every tiny shift or utterance of noise in her surroundings catching her consciousness. Her mind drifted between images of past homelands, the injured white male's face, snowdrifts, the face of Cortes, though one this never left - those words. 'You will be broken'... wasn't she already that? Broken, beyond repair... a timid soul having lost its spark. She was never akin to violence or chaos. Always quiet, serenity, peace. The noise of the wind racing across the flat, open plains of a snow-blanketed wasteland and the icy bite of the blizzard are what she now dreamt of. That is until the sun broke through the irongrey clouds, befalling upon her precious winter wonderland and shattering it beneath her... and she was awake, back into reality. Her head had jolted up, and words materialised, laced by a familiar foreign accent. "Cor...?" Ghastly trailed off, hesitating, then quickly gathered herself up and immediately bowing into a submissive stance. Quiet, not a word left her mouth, for fear of punishment. She should not speak unless spoken to.
Cortés was surprised to find the very being hee had been looking for right beneath his nose. His eye went wide for a slight moment, his shock evident. Though he quickly lowered his gaze and relaxed, a smile forming upon his lips. His scarred face, now healing quite nicely, wrinkled as his lips moved upward to reveal his toothy grin. Slowly he'd take a step forward his stance of that of confidence. "Hola, Ninfa. It is a pleasure to see you once more." He sighed gently and lowered his snout to sniff at her body. "You are a wanted woman, you know." He paused, thinking on Pi. Would she be killed if Cortes managed to bring the woman back, rather than her? He felt slight guilt, but he didn't want the chance to slip away either. "I warned you," he'd add suddenly, his voice soft, almost emphathetic to the girl's future plight. Though despite his soft voice, his body was anything but. His mouth would open wide, and within seconds he'd shoot himself forward to aim for her scruff.
(11:50:58) Ghastly eyed the lad, as she did always, for those signature movements. She listened, his words almost soothing, that rich foreign accent like song to her ears. He was the first in many months that she had become familiar with, and thus he had that over anyone else... but trust? No. That was a long way away. It was difficult for anyone to truly obtain Ghastly's trust. She was always wary, always questioning... although not always openly. None would ever know her true thoughts... and not even now, not yet, as their reunion quickly took a dramatic dive. She saw his body tense, however she was slightly put off by the softness that remained in his voice; it was this that prevented Ghastly an immediate escape, and instead she simply dropped. "Please," she almost whimpered, ears pinned so much they could barely be seen, tail in its usual spot along the softness of her pale, virgin bosom. For the first time, it was presented to him, and she had thrown herself into the dirt so quickly that he may well have took only thin air between his teeth and it wouldn't be a surprise if he even stumbled over her now dirtied, less than pristinely pallid figure.
Cortés grunted when he fell halfway atop the woman. She sunk down so fast, his body skidded atop her, his front arms flailing a bit until they connected with earth on the other side of the woman. He oofed slightly, and blinked his only good eye. After a moment of silence, he laughed, his belly convulsing as he did so. "Ay Ninfa, you are full of surprises." He would turn his head, snout rolling over to reach the girl's shoulder if possible. "You are to come back with me," he nodded slightly almost as if it weren't even an issue. "If you d not, you will surely be killed." He would allow his body to continue to lay atop the other, almost as if this were a normal occurrence. Tilting his head, he examined the woman's face, it's pristine condition. He merely hoped the initiation process would leave the woman's face as it was, though he had his doubts. "Come now, and save yourself the torment."
Ghastly's head twisted to allow her fearful gaze to follow his less than graceful movement as he accidentally straddled over her fallen, quivering frame. Her ears flattened still, her lips pursed, her limbs tucked and her spine slightly concave. Like this she remained as he spoke, unmoving except from the awful convlusions in her muscles as nervous adrenaline pulsated throughout her small, petite body. A good proportion of air left her chest as he lowered his body down onto her, and she began to take shallower breaths. Though as he spoke, her quivering grew to becoming intermittent, and she blinked. "So I will be... your princesa?" She spoke ever so softly, almost perfectly mimicking the word he had used, and even its according accentuation. It was as if she'd practiced...
Cortés felt taken aback at her words, and the language she used. He almost felt fond of her. It was like she had adopted the language so well, that she glowed at the words Princesa. He, for the first time since his previous love Diverge, felt awkward. He didn't like the feeling. He didn't enjoy feeling tinge of any emotion toward another living being. His mouth upturned and he let out a low rumble, almost a mixture of a growl and a grunt. "You already are, Ninfa." He licked his lips and moved to shoot his jaws once more toward the woman's fluff, his eye wide and his body radiating in agitation. However he didn't move to maim or hurt, simply he wished to hold the woman down beneath him, fully beneath him. "Submit," he muffle out, if he succeeded in taking his shot.
Ghastly could feel the man grow tense atop of her after she had spoken. Of course. Only speak when you're spoken to. Her intermittent trembles became continuous once more, and her gaze and facial orientation was thrown away from him. She locked onto the distance, and winced with a tiny yelp of surprise as she felt teeth wrap themselves around the untouched skin of her neck. She spoke not a word, simply remained, unmoving, airbourne limbs quivering. Waiting for his satisfaction to come. But when? Would he need more? Would he need blood? Her eyes prised wide open, she became almost unresponsive, blind and deaf to the world. Waiting. She was done, but was he?
Cortés took hold of the woman, his mind going hazy at the prospect of what was to come. He fought it with all his might, his very being. After a moment of his fidgeting atop of her, he forcibly made himself to relax, to think about what he was doing, and what consequences were to follow. He lifted himself upward, releasing her at the same time. However he remained above her hovering so that she would not flee. "You are to return with me to await judgement, Ninfa." He lowered his skull then, nudging her shoulder gently. Hopefully Pi wouldn't get into too much trouble for missing her chance to catch the girl before him. Either way, it wasn't his problem. His problem now was to present the girl before the judge and jury of Vechnyy. His Maestro, and el rey pálido. He would await her agreement before backing up a step, so that she can stand. If she did in fact stand of her own accord, he'd try to bump into her rear with his chest, his jaws nipping to hurry her along. If all went according to plan, and they were indeed making the path toward home, Cortes would attempt idle conversation, knowing full well the impending doom that would soon befall. "Ninfa, do you fear me?" A question he'd been dying to ask. What did others think of him?
Ghastly could feel every urge, every doubt, every hesitation in the Spaniard's grasp. He was debating, and she was forever grateful when he finally released... and without harm or injury. At that, she was truly surprised... though she did not falter. Not even upon release. She remained still, as she was, wide moonlight stare cast off into the far distance. Almost unseeing, empty, as if there was nothing there... like a deer caught in the headlights for too long. But no, she was not so lost. As he administered his order, her nearest ear lifted ever so slightly. She was listening. But it was the nudge to her shoulder that truly brought her back to life. At that, she suddenly hoisted herself up to prop her torso up by her elbows. No, she did not yet stand, but she took a deep, nerve-wracked breath. The adrenaline was almost too much to handle, but it... was funny.. something about that feeling of complete release... was... her mind snapped back to the here and now, and she finally twisted her head slightly so that she could peer at the Spaniard from the corner of her eye. "There is little to judge..." she muttered, voice hoarse and breaking, "but so be it." When allowed, she picked herself up. The pallid ice-queen was looking less and less healthy by each passing day. The warmer months never treated her well. She was silent as they walked, only their breathing and the soft depression of the earth beneath them heard. That is until he spoke. She turned an ear and a glance, but quickly averted her gaze, allowing her a moment of thought. "Yes." She answered, truthfully, "but there are many things I fear." For a moment she paused, then turned back to him. "It's true for us all... no matter how much anyone denies it."
Cortés smiled at her answer. "It is true. Fear grabs us all. El diablo comes in many forms." He shook himself out and guided the path while remaining behind the woman, using short nips to indicate left or right. Essentially herding the woman to his desired location. Though having visited the pack territory multiple times, he was sure she knew exactly where to go. It was only moments until they approached, as they didn't wander too far. "This way..." He paused, trailing the words off his lips. "What might happen in the future, will be a test to your fear. May you rise above it." He'd then close in on the girl's side if they managed to reach the courtyard in which housed the majority of activity. "Stay by my side until I see too it that the Tsars meet you," he demanded gruffly. He didn't want the girl moving around on her own. The last thing she needed was to be jumped. "You have a better chance of surviving that way."
(15:44:38) Cinnema wandered near the edge of the territory, sniffing at scent marks and making sure there was nothing amiss. She supposed she could be doing something more productive, like teacing Pisces a thing or two, but to be frank, she was on constant alert because of how many strangers they'd been getting in the area. Especially considering just the other day one of them had attempted to beat her up and steal her food! Nuh uh. He'd been reported, but she was unsure if anything had been done about him yet. Surely Drakov had been quick about finding him, if she knew him at all. Pale queen's steps slowed as she approached toward the river toward the lower end of their home, bright eyes casting about in case anyone was around before pausing to squat and leave a scent mark. Cin was so uneasy since all these people had begun showing up and was beginning to think that half-starved strays didn't know the first thing about respecting boundaries. Well, they'd soon learn.
(15:53:19) oduné scared little domestic was so very worried, she was somewhere comepletely new. Poor odune had no direction in her wandering, having only lived in places that provided stone caves and landscapes that humans lived in she coulden't guess which way was up or down in this strange place where one tree looked like the other and rocks where few and far between. It messed with her hunting abilitys horribily as well, as what was once a very well muscled and toned fighting dog was currently skinny and undernorished. Her head hung low as she stumbled about she would let out a whine, maybe leaving the human was a bad idea. He treated her horribly and abused her daily but at least with him she wouldent starve to death. Course as she was walking she saw someone else. Not sure if it was one of her human master's hunting dogs out to finally try and kill her she just slowly tried to back away, fearful eyes on the other.
(16:05:18) Cinnema rose from her position and paused for a second, nose in the grass, to investigate prey scents. It was always good to know that the animals were still around despite all these canines wandering the area. Red ears flicked to the sound of an approach, causing her head to lift and fur along her spine stand on end. As eyes landed quickly on the stranger her posture shifted from generally relaxed to confident and dominant, tail raised slightly above her spine and green gaze fixed on the dog before her. She watched the fearful reaction, wondering if she too was another domestic pet much like Pi who'd just stumbled upon them. At least this one was only at the edge of the territory. While she was itching to just have it out with someone in response to the insecurity she was feeling about the territory, she didn't physically show it. Cin would take a few steps forward, chin raised and watching for any sort of moment, particularly aggression. "Who goes there?" she'd call out with calm but (c)
(16:09:23) Cinnema- loud voice, fixed on the person before her. She was tired of these nonsense wanderers. Her head would briefly jerk homeward bound in indication. She was almost bored as she continued in warning, her face carefully blank but still confident. "This place is Vechnyy territory. Be careful before you decide to trespass, girl." (e)
(16:15:59) oduné would lower her rear end twoards the ground when the other noticed her. The female asked her name and didnt immeadiatly start chasing after her. "Im Odune. Your not domestic like me?" she would ask the other with a curious look, honestly Odune would prefer dealing with wolves instead of dogs currently, she woulden't have to worry about the possiblity of being hunted by them. If the female before her replied to the question in positive, the girl would respond with "Im sorry! I've just been hiding from my human master. He treats me like shit honestly.... And im sorry if i was intruding! I have no sense of direction out here, everything looks the same" the girl would rattle on, looking around as if something was about to pop out behind her and try to rip out her neck. Nervous wreck she was at the moment.
(16:29:36) Cinnema had no intent to go after her right away. Only if the situation called for it and the opportunity presented itself! Being in this pack for a while was having her think of violence in a better light, but she wasn't crazy about it like the boys were. Lucky that Odune was meeting Cin and not one of them. Her lip would curl at the suggestion that she was the object and possession of a human. What a gross concept. "Never in my life," she'd say with a growl on her breath, shaking her head briefly. Hopefully she understood that the irritation was just toward the question and not agression. Cin would simply stare, curious, as the other went on about her worries and how sorry she was. What a talker. Queen thought about sitting as well but decided to keep standing. A shrug rolled her shoulders. "If you're lost then you shouldn't have run off without knowing where you were going. I'm sure your human is looking for you, too, dear." A smirk pulled at her lips. Being owned by one of those (c)
(16:35:59) Cinnema- horrid things was not something she had on her bucket list. If she ever came across any around here, she'd give it a wide berth. Her face calmed and she turned her head toward the territory, yet gaze remained on Odune. "We have better things to do than worry about housepets lost in the woods." Her eyes would narrow slightly in challenge. If there was nothing more to say then this dog would be chased off shortly. (e)
(16:41:24) oduné the lass would look at the other female with wide eyes when she heard a growl, though her look was more just to make sure she haden't suddenly become tired of her, but Odune could tell she was starting to wear. "The human master would only be looking for me to kill me im afraid" she would say softly before dipping her head "um perhaps i should head off? I can tell i am wearing thin on you with my conversation" Odune was observant if that much. She would begin to turn and head off if not stopped
(16:53:55) Cinnema rolled her eyes at the comment. Of course, humans only did what they wanted for their own gain. She just hoped that this stray would not bring the attention of her owner down upon their pack. The pale woman's head would tilt to the side slightly, face turned to the dog. At least she caught on quick, unlike some others. "I won't stop you if you leave, however to return and tresspass again is to put your life into the hands of Vechnyy. Keep this in mind if you value yourself." Cin doubted Drak would be welcoming of another domesticated canine when Pi had turned out to be hardly useful at all, nor was she feeling particularly welcoming at the moment, so she said nothing along the lines of joining. They simply didn't extend hands of friendship to those who showed no worth. If Odune chose to turn and walk off, the queen would stand where she was and wait until she was sure the woman was gone before returning to the heart of their home.
(16:56:55) oduné walks off then cause my dinner is here yummy
Drakov: WELL! After last nights very... deep... seeding.. bit of Conversation, he'd be lying if he said thought was cruising down it's usual trail. No... Not.. In.. The.. Slightest.. SO! Drak took to doing something he didn't often do.. He simply.. Went on a walk. It was awkward as fuck lemme tell ya! Time to solely think. To ponder, but more so ponder of ideals he'd never before shone light on!? SIGH. After his long morning journey, beast strolled himself back up the slopes with sights set immediately on the river bed. Ugh. It was so much hotter the farther down you went, and he had to much god damn fur to deal with it. Gradual, smooth gait shifted to a trot, thrusting him off in a full lunge just as he met the riverbank to plummet his thick girth into the rushing waters. Water splashed every which way, head submerging beneath the surface for but a second before hind paws touch the river bed and pushed him back to air. Deep intake filled his lungs, as paws went to smack away and keeping him afloat. God he loved swimming. It made him feel so much better. Harsh rapids immediately took to battering his side, attempting to force him under and down its path, but after shifting posture to meet it head on the brute decided to enjoy in his favorite past time. Fighting the currents. Head held low as possible, like a gator skulking about in what looked to be an easy fluid motion, but the reality of it was muscles were working in overtime beneath the waves. Keeping him from floating away and drowning beneath the relentless rapids.
Smug. Tongue lolled out as female sprinted through the underbrush, full tilt. Finally she had made it. Froth seethed from her lips in her exhaustion and limp in her right foreleg was obvious. Dreadful cuts mutilated her gorgeous pelt there and old scars adorned her maw. Speed slowed as she caught scent of a river up ahead. If she had ears they would pivot to catch any signs of the hounds that had been chasing her. Olive eyes glinted as they searched for signs of the humans, those that called themselves masters over her. As if. She belonged to NO HUMAN! Bitch had come to a stop and snarled, snapping filed ivories at the empty area around her. This spurred the prong collar around her neck to dig in further and blood splattered the ground. She would have winced could she feel it, but she had grown used to it and was now numb to the throbbing around her neck. Teeth gnashed at empty air again as she cried out in victory. She had won. Finally noting her physical state, Smug decided she needed to clean the wounds before infection set in like she had seen it happen for so many of the ring fighters. Frayed rope dragged in the dirt behind her, tugging on the pronged collar, as she slowly made her way to the water's edge. After following it for a few meters, a shallow and calmer spot was revealed in which she could stand without having to fight the current of the rapids. There was a waterfall not too far but she could hear its thundering falls. Sigh of relief would come from her maw as the chilled water washed over her. She must be near the snowy mountains since the air here was crisper and the waters icy. Head would swivel and gaze would sweep across the landscape as Smug attempted to get her bearings. Where the hell was she? Gaze caught on a ghostly form in the midst of the waters. FUCK! Smug snarled and jumped back onto the bank where she stood, lip curled.
Drakov: Crashing of waves was usually enough to drown out any passerbys, but smell was not so quickly masked. At least.. Not something so potent. Fresh crisp blood, many a scents lingering on one form. Even before she met the flowing waters, nostrils had taken to flare and directed the pale beast attention over. His spinning motion allowed current to waft him down stream and closer to her. Course. She'd taken note of him quick enough that the mysterious bloody woman was gone long before he'd gotten close. Paws shuffled him to rivers edge, calm and casual in his endeavors until nothing but dry land held him up. With a thorough shake of frame, water spraying about from that fluffy figure, two toned gaze would now settle upon the creature. Analyzing, judging, deciphering what info he could from the mix of smell he'd acquired and the story her wounds told. Head craned to the side, and down the rivers path. Almost expecting something out of the ordinary to come trailing along after her. Deep intake of breath would slowly roll out as attention returned to the battered canine. "Do you run from, or after?" Though he'd yet to meet someone on the humans side of things... He knew too well they existed. And the idea nearly forced hackles to bristle. But he retained himself, baring a flat unreadable expression matched by a neutral posture.
Smug stood with red-tinted water running down her legs. The wound to her shoulder was in an unfortunate place where she couldn't crane her neck to reach. Although she was injured, before this stranger her stance was strong with no limp present and her gaze steady, belying none of her pain. Trained eyes would follow the male as he made his way through the waters towards her. She wondered what would happen as she knew not the rules of the wilds having been confined her whole life. She had been bred for the pits. Training had begun when she had just been a whelp, taken from her mother before the weaning process was over. Life had been nothing but uphill and she had met each challenge head on. It was either that or die. Or even worse, become a bait dog. Fuck that. She was too strong and too smart for that shit. Smart enough to plan an escape and strong enough to actually do it. Touch of a smile crossed her lips, which were still curled up so it came out looking creepy or crazy. Olive eyes raked his body as she assessed him carefully, doing what she had been trained to do. "From," she snarled, more at herself for hating that she had to admit fleeing. "If I would have stood a chance, I would have stayed. The smart ones know how to survive." Another smile graced her lips, this time more genuine. It was interrupted by a hacking cough that racked her frame. Head lowered and a splatter of blood hit the ground.
Drakov: Rump soon enough met the earth below, single brow raising at the woman's words and.. more specifically, her demeanor. It was almost hilarious to be honest. Everyone that came barging into there land, granted this wasn't there land.. He had to give her that.. But still, they were all so hostile. So quick to take charge. Not that he blamed them. Drak himself had not a shred of doubt he'd do the same fucking thing! Hell history told it all! He'd done so a number of times in his life. But damn this many cocky little shits? At least this go around wasn't as bad as the last few. She was.. Tolerable. "I couldn't agree more." Light Russian accent would droll out in response to her claim. "Most zeeking survival don't trudge zo close to anossrs territory, zo. Vhat iz is you run from, girl?" He wasn't so certain yet how to access the situation. Was this something intriguing? Should he be concerned? Well.. He definitely shoulda been concerned, but Drak wasn't typically the type to worry. However, that was when the matter pertained to only HIM. Now he was protecting a pack. SIGH. If it was but just canine danger to be faced, he'd do nothing but laugh. But no. Explanation was unneeded, given the pale beast had as much if not more experience in her lifestyle than she might have realized. Ear tufts twitched, mildly toothy grin creeping it's way across his features at her -->Insert bad pun here... Smug expression. Any inquiries by this point were simply for the sake of seeing just how she reacted to spilling her own life story.
Smug. Tongue darted out to clear the blood from her lips and ivories. Head raised again to stare at the man carefully as he spoke. Territory? His question brought back memories from where she had come from. Cages and chains. Blood and barking. All the tests and trials and fighting. How many times had she been starved? Or drowned? Or electrocuted, beaten, whipped... Head shook as eyes became frantic at the thoughts. Snarl emitted from maw and she backed away from him. NO. THIS WILL NOT RULE MY LIFE. Low growl pitched forth, not as a threat to the male but a sign of insecurity as her armor cracked. "They called themselves Masters. They were NOTHING!" Jaws snapped at empty air in anger. "I will no longer be governed by them..." Last word was almost a hiss. It was then that she regained her composure and drew herself upright again, favoring her good leg. Her eyes took him in and his physique was oddly similar to hers. It then occurred to her that he might know of the humans... "Where do you come from?" she inquired, head tilting slightly as she also recalled his odd accent.
Drakov: Nubbed tail flicked curiously behind him. He'd met his fair share of fellow beaten and abused canines, but none so....immediately after escape. It was an amusing sight, yes indeed. Had he looked so ... conflicted?.. Triumphant on the outside, yet still so lost on the inside? It was understandable. To break free from it. It was a victory, a nice back hand in the face of humanity. We can't be conquered! And yet.. As exciting, as eager, as joyous as it all was. Eventually you stopped and realized, that's all your life was. So what now? How do you proceed from it. How do you push into the back of your mind, and not let it control you? PFFT! Honestly she might not have looked a lick like what he thought! It might have all been in his own head. The last time he'd thought so deeply into his past he'd joined Legion as but a whelp. Fucking Yus. I'ma kick your ass later for making me think so deeply into things. SIGH. Lip curled regardless, single canine revealing itself though not necessarily directed at her. Simply an overall state of being. I was quit humorous considering the rest of his retained his calm neutral state! Questions would finally receive an answer once thoughts stopped consuming his sub-conscious. "Masters. Vell.. Masters no more. I long ago rid zem of zere undeserved lives." He and brother dearest anyways. The brothers were trained oh so young. To fight for what you want, fight to live. Fight to survive. To conquer. To fight for what you deem you deserve. And when the time came there handles wanted THEM to bow?! Without first FIGHTING for that right?! You bet your ass the brothers slit a bitches a throat. 2 of them in fact! The duo fell before no one who hadn't earned such a right. Snort followed his words, a dismissive sound, before paws shuffled him over to the female without nary a hint of concern. He held not a submissive posture, nor a dominant one. "Zit ztill." Tone came out almost in command, nose shifting along her neck to inspect what bullshit concoction they'd used this time. Couldn't even hold us with there own might! Humans were pathetic creatures.
Smug watched as the male before her seemed to get lost in thought before dragging himself back. It seems she had touched a sensitive subject. This only reinforced her suspicion that he knew what suffering at the hands of humans were like. His curled lip told her everything as she had experienced the same reactions and feelings towards them and her own past. His following words cemented this and she felt an odd sense of relief that she was not alone, and that others had managed to survive out here despite this. It meant she WOULD survive. Any doubt she might have had, though slight as it had been, was driven from her mind. She would not fall to no one. Not now, not ever. She listened to him, even though she disliked the thought of following orders once more, so soon after freedom. She was smart though and knew that she needed help as the prongs bit ever deeper into her throat. The wounds would easily become infected out here were they not seen to. She stood still while she pondered. Smug was also oddly happy to hear that he had destroyed his 'masters' like she had killed one of hers. The asshole that... that... Snarl overcame her features once more as she thought of the one that had taken her babies. She hadn't wanted them, but that didn't mean that they could just use her then do whatever they wished. FUCK THEM. Eyes would go wild once more as anger spiked through her. Head whipped suddenly to nick the males face with ivories filed to a point. She hadn't meant to harm him but the anger was overwhelming. Nostrils flared as she growled at him, eyes glassed over. It was as if she was in another time and place, not actually seeing the one before her, her head a mess of memories and emotion.
Drakov: Despite how brief his momentary lapse into emotional despair and hostility, it was most definitely enough for her to take notice of. Kinda hard to hide something you don't realize is happening? Normally talk of such a thing was a breeze. It didn't phase him in the slightest. It was exactly that.. The past.. And any dumbass human that tried to fuck with him befell equal fates!!! If anything, he usually welcomed this shit with open arms. An opportunity in the making. A chance to pick more off, even if it meant first falling prey to their torment. It was fucking worth it! So why now? Why now was he getting so amped over something that was usually so casual? Once more.. He could only assume it was Yusef. The boy had forced an eye opener into his wake. Making him realize how much he was beginning to care for the well being of those whom chose to follow his guidance. SIGH. Don't go letting it get to you Drak, that confidence is what got you this far. Now wasn't the time to let fear wrap it's clutches around you. Distance was killed, and nose poked about.. Likely touching the metal death trap and jolting stinging pains into the poor girl. But before he could even begin to work around the difficult set up, sighs grew wide at spinning jaws twisting to lash his way. Rather than back up, teeth locked around the grooves of metal stabbing there way into her throat, so that whilst her teeth were busy snapping at the flesh of his cheek, he was pulling her straight up by the painful collar. A light growl echoed out, not in hostility so much as warning. He'd but hold her as high as his might could manage, hoping the pain alone would force her to lax in order to ease the pinching, but if she so chose to lash out further, a shake of head was all he needed to rip it even further into her neck.
Smug. This time the pain outweighed the numbness in her neck as the male retaliated, pulling the collar up like the humans had. Whine would emit as her head thrashed back and forth in confusion, causing the wounds to open further. She was seeing hallucinations combining the past with the present. Teeth gnashed at the empty air as she tried to pull away from him. As the male let loose a warning growl however, mind snapped back to present and eyes blinked away the confusion. Mouth parted and Smug came to realize what had happened. Immediately she stopped struggling and waited for him to loosen his grasp. The collar was pressing dangerously close against her throat and the pressure was already significantly cutting off air. Body shook as she hacked out blood again, a small whine escaping with it. She was not one to submit but she knew that as long as she had the collar on, she was no match. Smug also acknowledged that he had been only trying to help her and she had instigated it. She cursed herself for being to easily ruled by emotions and allowing the trauma of her past control her actions of the present. "I didn't mean to..." words were cut off as she rasped them out. Her pose adopted a less aggressive stance, but didn't cross over to submission. More a neutral pose to show him that she meant him no harm so long as he let go of her. She forced her muscles to relax and would he let go, she would turn to lick where she had nicked him, would he allow it. Her own motions were hesitant but she knew not how things were done here and that was the only way she knew to apologize for her actions.
Drakov: Hold was only maintained as long as was needed. The moment tension ceased, so did his high wielding position. It was nothing more than to prevent more than necessary injury on both parts. Needless to say it obviously her hurt to fuck.. But hell, had he chosen to just fight it'd have likely ended way worse. Locked teeth would detach from there grasp, jaw rolling a tad in discomfort, only to pause and at the quick lick given. As short as it was, it still caught him off guard. "Dead or alive, allowing zere actions to to control your Now, still makez zem your Master." Blunt tone flicked out, words he'd shared similarly with Cin upon there first encounter. Though she was far more pathetic in other aspects, at least the woman didn't subdue herself to fits such as this. Or at least, to what he'd assumed it to be. After what he'd garnered from the situation, it seemed a logical enough reasoning. "Tilt your head forward. Zis vill hurt for a minute." Given she'd adhered his words, front teeth would clasp around the pronged restraint, it's pointed shanks digging into the roof of his mouth in an effort to tuck fangs as far under as possible. Once there, head craned back, body so much as lowering to the ground so as to roll the collar into itself. He wouldn't manage to flip it entirely in that instance, but once he'd gotten enough and begun to pull it over her head, the rest went to flipping along with it. Efforts would first leave the spiky points to dig and rip away at flesh that surrounded it, and was.. No doubt, already attempting to heal around it. But once out? Only the smooth outside would glide across her neck and head until the entire thing was fell limp in his mouth. Not for long might i add. Heavy metal object was dropped immediately, jaws spreading wide to drip blood across his rolling tongue and teeth. Fucking humans. -KIXIT- jk.
Smug flinched slightly as his blunt words struck at her pride. Gaze quickly turned away as jaw flexed in frustration. She knew he was right but she hated the fact. Her escape had just been so frantic and her life continuous strain on her mind and body. For three years she had suffered at their hands. Fought for them and for her right to survive. It was enough to drive any canine crazy. Gaze drifted back to him as he instructed her on what to do. She obliged, recognizing what he was attempting to do for her. Legs tensed to hold her ground as teeth ground together, waiting for the pain that was sure to come. As he slipped his teeth under it and began to pull, pained growl escaped her. Eyes squeezed shut and she fought against every instinct to lash out. Growl grew louder, almost to a snarl as the prongs dug in. Blood trickled from each puncture wound as they deepened. Smug refused to yelp or whimper again in front of this man. Then the collar was sliding up over her head and the pressure released from her neck. Woman backed up a step, shaking her head to try to clear the cloudiness of the pain. Black spots dotted her vision as her blood speckled the male before her and the ground around. After a moment of panting to regain her strength, she returned her gaze to the wretched contraption laying in the dirt, covered with her lifeblood. FUCK YOU! Snarling she took it in her teeth and swung her head so it landed in the rapids, disappearing from her life forever. Eyes then turned to the ghostly male. She could see the blood trickling from his mouth and she was confused once more. Obviously the female was grateful for him to have saved her, but she didn't quite know how to show it. Slowly, without any signs of aggression or intent to hurt, she would move forward to touch her nose to his cheek would he allow it. Whether or not he pulled away, she would then lie down, finally giving to the pain in her leg, the throbbing in her neck, and the exhaustion from the chase. Head tilted curiously as she regarded him once more. "But why?" came her simple question. Why would a stranger do her a kindness? He did not seem like a kind man, no offence intended. She had never known the kindness of another. Didn't know it existed. Why would out here be any different, any less of a fight then back there? At least that is what she saw in the moment.
Drakov: Tongue lulled across the raw patch of flesh within his own mouth for a moment, before forcing himself to stop. Just as he had it seemed the woman was back to dishing out those peculiar forms of gratitude. He knew just how to show affection, but it was limited to only a select few beings. To give it away to some stranger... Well it was an awkward idea. Not that he was bitching. At least she was thankful! Better than little shits who need there asses saved them jump the gun and act like they did it all themselves. Now onto the matter of why? "You show no reason to zuffer. No less at ze 'ands of a human." Outside of Vechnyy.. Outside of there home, there territory. What they worked for. Drak cared little until given a reason to do so. This applied both in the aggressive hostility sense, and the affectionate sense. When it came to crossing into HIS LAND. Bitch you best walk. He handled few situations of this sort with kind introductory words. No, pale beast jumped right into punishment. Watch where you fucking step from now on. He had no means allowing leniency to any passerby for any reasoning they might come up with. Action was taken, and THAT was your warning. Getting the shit kicked out of you and being allowed to leave or join. You were given one opportunity. But out here!? Out here he couldn't give a damn. This wasn't his. This wasn't his responsibility. It wasn't his to protect. Lip curled a tad, from all the emotional related standings turning the bastard mildly grumpy! Not that that in itself was insanely unusual BUT. He usually wasn't so grump when there wasn't a need to be. Oh well. Posture shifted him to stand, shifting to the side as sights lingered over the woman's condition. "I suggest swimming. 'Elps ease ze aches und clean ze vounds. But I von't be so kind if I catch you in mine territory." Tongue flicked out across his nose, gaze deep and steady. Not encouraging challenge, but making it oh so evident he hadn't a problem ending one if it begun. "If I catch you, you better be prepared to submit to me far better zen you did here, or i'll make ze humans look like paradise. I 'ave no sympathy for ze weak. Zis is your only warning." With that, he'd turn to shuffle back across the river bank to trot his now soaking wet ass home!
Smug. Tongue would work at cleaning the blood from her forelegs, though it didn't do much as the blood still trickled steadily from her neck and shoulder. Smug raised her head to keep a steady gaze locked on him while he spoke. She wondered at his angle if he had any. It seemed strange that in the middle of nowhere he would stop to help her. She shrugged it off as nothing though as his lip began to curl. Had she offended him or done something to anger him? Tsk, why would that matter to her anyways. She chided herself for such thoughts. Mind pulled back to reality as he stood and spoke. Submit? Was he the master where he came from now? It made sense since he had killed his previous ones. They were stronger than humans anyways. Her own lip curled at the thought of submitting under a master once more, and so soon after she had won her freedom. But as the man began to walk away, she found herself fighting the urge to follow him. He had warned her. Eyes drifted across the landscape, where else can I go? I don't how it works out here at all. The woman was certain there were far less friendly faces out there waiting and though she would gladly take them on, she was in poor condition to do so. Eyes found the receding male once more. When she had been with the humans, loyalty to a fault had been beaten into her over and over again. It was her inherent instinct. Even though the thought of submitting was abhorrent, Smug felt that the male had gained the privilege of her loyalty by saving her life. After a short hesitation, she pushed herself to a standing position and followed, calling out to him. "What if I submit? May I come with you?" Her gaze passed over her bloodied self before returning to him, hating that she felt she needed others. "Even if I may not come with you, will you..." she paused before huffing slightly, "clean these wounds I cannot reach? Then I will leave you if that is what you wish. Without it, I will fall to infection, one thing my strength cannot overcome." Her lip curled again to reveal her incisor, more to herself and her words than him. She knew that she couldn't swim with her mutilated shoulder rendering her leg useless in the water. How else would she get them cleaned? She knew not.
Drakov: Posture directed away, prepped and ready for departure. He'd even began several steps, before voice rang out and forced him to pause. Just shy of touching water. Head craned back, so that sights could settle on the woman, taking in what he could about her features to pair with her words. He gave no immediate response, and instead awaited her following gestures. He could, at the very least, admire that. Have the strength to request justly needed aid when it clearly struck the pride hard, was far from weakness. So many new faces lately. So many broken, helpless, lost souls. This truly had to of been there calling. For it seemed the moment the brothers, and everyone else already bowing to there paws, had made things official new-comers had started knocking at there door day in and day out. It was mildly annoying, but that was in all honestly solely due to the amount of conversation required to address each and everyone. Body swiveled to face the woman once more, brow narrowing before fairly neutral posture shifted to one of authority and might. He didn't typically wave it about, because hell.. He saw no point! It didn't change at all the confidence he bore. No. Instead he let it see the light of day only when matters turned business. Tail flagged, despite it's length, and head tilted up. Most dogs, wolves or captive, knew the basics of communication. If only to keep things stable and understood among one another. But the girl seemed so void of such things he went about the assumption that she'd never submitted before. "To submit to me.. You submit to Vechnyy. To it's leaders, and to all who are rightfully above you. Do you accept?" Words ended in clear indication he intended to elaborate further once she'd responded. "Vechnyy's purpose is to rise above all challenges. To conquer zem, und fight for what you want no matter ze risk. You'll have ze opportunity to become somesing great, but everysing must be earned. Zis pain.. You feel... It vill not end in joining me. It vill only grown harsher. Und in time, it will turn to pleasure. Rasser zen it being a harsh memory, it vill become a reminder zat you faced your challenge head on and fought till ze end. We of Vechnyy are Immortals, even in death." Hell if was his own past that drew him to such idealism. The past isn't something he usually saw as bad or traumatizing. It was a chance to learn, a trophy to bare. Because it WAS history. And in it becoming history, it meant you survived. It meant you conquered the odds. "To submit is to roll over, to expose yourself. To put your fate in mine paws. To lay your life und your trust into me. Und return, I lay down mine for you." After words ceased, head craned awkwardly to the side. As if to show a look of puzzlement in his humorous tilt, but instead he looked on the verge of laughter. "It is a required all new-comers fight.. Und zen with ze loss of a tail or ears, zey become apart of Vechnyy. But you..... Well.. First you must recover.. Zen.." Well hell he wasn't even sure! She already had no tail or ears, not even a nub of either! Perhaps a lovely scar would be bestowed, instead. She'd be the first. Head would then nod towards the river to guide them across, assuming she followed.. Just before reaching shore he'd stop, and cast a glance that read Last Chance. Drak wasn't one to force followers. But once they were there, there was no leniency. "I am Drakov, by ze way. Tsar of Vechnyy." Male would stop a sizable distance from the main courtyard, flopping down among the cliff edge in order to clean the woman's wounds away from the rest of the bunch.
Smug paused in her pursuit as he turned to back to her. After he had looked her over, she felt the atmosphere change as she watched his frame adopt a dominant look. She instinctively lowered her body, laying down in an openly semi-submissive pose to listen to what he had to say. She mulled over his words carefully as they decided her fate. She was no stranger to pain and could handle it better than most. This announcement did not frighten her. But the idea of submitting to strangers other than him... UGH. Could she even do that? All her life she had been trained never to submit to another dog so this man alone was something completely new to her. Now he asked that she submit to others. Pfft. If they proved to be weaker than her, she knew she could not. If they were all like this one however... maybe. She liked the idea of becoming something more, proving that her life was worth something and that there was more to living than just mere surviving. A tight nod would be given in answer to his question. "I will submit," she said albeit through a flexed jaw. Smug saw no other way. She would overcome her past just like he had and use it to her advantage. This was something most out here probably did not share experience in. She could be an asset. Smug hoped the Tsar saw that and that was one factor leading to his offer. A fight to get in? That she knew how to do, though how long her wounds would take.... she knew not. She bit back a cry of frustration at herself and her current state of weakness. She looked at him curiously as his sentence trailed off. Olive eyes held a curiosity in them as he looked at her weirdly. As he turned to walk again, female would follow, forcing herself to walk normally through her limp. She bit back a growl as the pain throbbed through her shoulder. She continued to follow him as he bestowed his name upon her, focusing all her attention on walking as spots dotted her vision once more. The woman had lost all too much blood today. Only once he had stopped and she gingerly lowered herself before him did she roll over and bare her stomach to his mercy. Injured leg barely lifted in the air but she tried to hold the pose without a whimper. "Smug is mine," she replied through gritted teeth. She hesitated before adding, "Tsar," as a sign of submission and acknowledgment of his rule.
Drakov: Lip curled, though this time simply to offer a toothy grin. It seemed there were a number of thickly minded beings in his mitts. Perhaps that was a good thing? It was that determination and lack of desire to fall prey that made them strong. That made them immortal. "Good to hear." Wasn't often he got more... capable members from the start. Most came in needing a lot of work... Oiii. Which was fine. It was like fixing a broken toy. Might be wonky right now but once you tightened a few screws and polished it off it'd look pristine and fabulous! Work like new! Once flopped down, the rolled over woman was given a mild laugh. He was fully aware the likely struggle she was put under over such a simple task, but that was all the more reason to make her do it. No matter the strain, no matter the difficult. You did what you had to for Vechnyy. "Sleep." Words were almost a command, though light in tone. Tongue rolled across her features for awhile before he too took to slumber.
Smug watched a grin settle on his features, taking her by surprise. He didn't seem like the sort to smile. A small part of her, the trained part, was happy to have pleased him. This caused her to war with herself however as she buried such emotion. UGH. FEELINGS. His laugh followed as she submitted to him which made her unsure of herself. She did not take kindly to being laughed at. She bit back a snarky retort, but quickly rolled back up onto her stomach. As he uttered his first command, her exhaustion hit her like a brick wall. How long had it been since she rested or ate? Head shook slowly, heavy with tiredness, before laying it down on her good foreleg. She was surprised with herself that she could be so relax and at ease with another being so close, even touching! His grooming lulled her to sleep as she hadn't felt something that good in... well, ever. Soon she found herself deeply asleep with her Tsar right at her side.