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MAY 9
May 4, 2015 5:43:25 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 5:43:25 GMT
PLEASE POST YOUR LOGS FOR THIS DATE IN A REPLY!
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MAY 9
May 10, 2015 3:21:04 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 10, 2015 3:21:04 GMT
Ghastly Initiation
(15:52:06) Drakov: The day had started fairly.. Quietly.. It was unusual, to be frank. He Especially after all that'd happend thus far. The constant invasion of new faces, pushing there way under his rein. He should be honored, but it was just awkward!? Simply because he wasn't used to it. He was usually the type to send passerbys running for the hills, but that was no longer the case it would seem. Don't bitch I guess? Complain and it might blow up in your face. Bah. Either way, this silent morning was proving to be even more so. So rather than twindle his thumbs, Drak strolled his fluffy ass over to the river bank for his typical daily swim. Paws wadded him into it's depths, the cool liquid flushing about his frame and soaking him to bare skin. Head so much as submerged for several seconds, before bubbles peeped there way up to the surface. And follow them, came that thick skull to relish in a breath of air. No better way to start off a bit of excercise, eh? Keep you cool with the passing breeze.[c]
(15:55:15) Drakov: With a thorough shake, the bastard shuffled his way back to dry land. Flicking water all about as sights lingered acrossed the cliff side in search of a suitable tug partner. Hrm hrm hrm. So many were already mangled. If not by him, then by Vad. Hell it seemed even the low lying branches were becoming torn to sunders from there hellish spawn. But aha! A thick hanging limb presented it'self, and with a roll of shoulders the fluffy asshole thrusted to assault the appendage. Body hoisted it'self up, a spring in the air so that teeth could lock onto it's target. Hind paws found themselves just barely able to make contact, toes outstretching to even feel earth below. Not that he cared! It was the hanging that really made it a challenge. Like a fish hanging from a hook, Drak went to town thrashing in the air. Shaking his head to and fro against the thick limb. GRRR[e]
(15:56:23) Ghastly had managed to pursuade her Spaniard jailer to allow her a quick reprieve to drink. The pallid woman left him with promises to remain with warnings of torture, injury and death holding over her shoulders. She knew better to not try anything desperate. She wasn't that, anyway. If anything she was more desperate to remain rather than leave, to again be alone. However that would prove easier said than done when many often looked upon you as just another belly taking a share of the meat... no matter how little that share often was. Fuck... what was she getting herself into here? The Spaniard had already warned her. More than once, at that. 'You'll be broken'. Even now, under lock and key by the man, his words kept running through her mind. She wasn't quite sure just how they would break her even more than she already was... unless they would, by the same methods, 'fix' her. It likely depended on the viewpoint of the other... (c)
(16:01:50) Ghastly. After glancing back to where Cortes lingered not too far a distance away, she turned back to to the river. She hadn't seen it, but it was there. The very being that she had fled from the day prior. At least, that's what she thought... they were similar. Her head suddenly dropped, and her steps became awfully tentative. Her eyes found themselves back upon the water's surface... she was so thirsty... she needed it. Driven by primal desire, she advanced, slowly, quietly, sinking further and further into an increasingly submissive stance. Her head so low that her chin almost ran along the dirt, but then she found it. Eyes now trained upon the waterwolf, she crouched, like a lioness, tongue slipping from its tightened lips and delicately sipping the very edge, the very surface of the water. (d)
(16:07:57) Drakov: Crashing of waves oh so close to where he'd chosen to play his wierd games, flushed out the sound of approaching woman. That and, of course, she was being awful quiet. It didn't take long, calculated jerks left and right specifically made to detatch the limb from it's owner before paws met earth in a light thump. Head immediately took to swinging left and right, blood riddling the stick clenched adn destroyed between his teeth. Gums were like leather by this point, but it didn't keep the rough bark from rubbing them raw and bleeding over everything. He managed to swing it about like an insane puppy a few times before Ghast's presence was finally noted from the corner of his eye. Her pale coat stuck out against the dark stone and browns of the earth just as badly as his own did. Like a hound spotting a squirrel in the distance, he froze and stared with a humorous expression of intentness.[c]
(16:12:00) Drakov: Tongue would roll, flicking away at the stick to dislodge it from his own teeth. Blood spat out along with it, but he was far from concerned. No, focus was now settled neatly on a woman unknown to him. With smooth easy steps, Drak trailed up behind the woman. Utterly relaxed as distance was killed and eyes stared hard apon her pale features. Nostrils flared, Cort's scent flushing into senses now that he was so much closer. Lucky for her.. Despite his forever neutral appearance, he had but one thought in mind. Beating this intruders ass. "I certainly hope you 'ave good reason for being here?"[e]
(16:26:28) Ghastly watched, sipping the life liquid, almost waiting... and as soon as she saw what she was waiting for, those eyes dropped. Down, into the ripples lapping over the pebbles below, and across the dirt as she reversed several steps. Her body language was perfectly executed and screamed apologies. For intruding, for disturbing, for breathing, for existing... for she already knew his intentions. Dominance. Violence. No, she would not flee. Not today. She needed to face him if she was to survive the coming months of naked earth. She was a goddess in the snow, but winter didn't last forever. Her gaze dared to lift only once, but only in that fleeting moment she saw many things. Firstly, his approach. But also, that he was different... he was not the one she had fled from before! The Spaniard did mention of two kings... was this the other? (c)
(16:26:41) Ghastly willed her paws to remain steadfast. She would remain, and answer. "Thirst overcame me," she honestly admitted, perhaps painfully obviously, but, "at least, at this moment... all the others, I admit to you my greatest need," another brief glance, noting his position, likely having now closed the distance between them, "survival." Her words were chillingly breathed, but wracked with nervous tremors. For Ghastly, this was courage. She watched now, direct vision on his paws, peripheral on the form of his muscles. Relaxed. Good, all the easier to see the very first moments of any sudden movements. If she knew anything from knowing the Spaniard, she would do well to careful watch for those sudden movements... (d)
(16:43:28) Drakov: Rear end found earth soon enough. Flat gaze sifting across her frame to take in all that he could. Every inch of momment, reaction to his words and her own. Brows furrowed however to the answer he was provided. Though she held as much submission as most others would deem worthy to dismiss threat, it wasn't threat he was concerned with. A casual drink some place that didn't belong to you? Well.. Not so casual, but she obviously knew enough to know the danger she was in. And yet here she was. Nubbed tail flicked behind the white beasts frame, tongue rolling out between bloodied teeth to glide across his nose. "You require aid?" Question rolled out low in tone, as if more speaking to himself or.. mimicing the obvious. To which, only resulted in lip curling in a mildly toothy grin of humor. "Und I take it somevone has told you such a sing can be found here?" He had to assume Cort, given the smell. As far as he could tell there were no signs of anyone else he knew. Not that this [c]
(16:53:12) Drakov: was a bad thing, some vile cruel act Cort should know better than to do. Pfft. No. Not in the slightest. Drak was simply baffled by the wide variety of times that continued to show up on there door step. "Und what do you 'ave to give in return for your survival? What are you willink to give for your life? Vechnyy .. is not a place to run. Ve are here to conquer, not flee. So tell me. What reason 'ave you to join? For me to not just kill you here for wasting mine time, hrm?" Tone was no where near threatening. He was far from hostile, infact. Despite the context of his words.[e]
(17:05:20) Ghastly, compared to Cortes and even the scar-littered man before her, was a picture almost pristine. Except from the mud lining the fur around her toes and accentuating the silken fur from the tip of her tail and the bottom of her sternum - evidence of her domestic-tainted blood - she was clean of any visible scar or injury. A blank canvas. This spoke testimony of her abilities to avoid conflict, even defuse it. If nothing else, she was skilled in reading the language of the body, and could often predict movements from current reading. In response to his inquiry, she simply nodded. However she twisted her head slightly at his next assumption. "The aid I need can be found wherever there are others. I am a ghost of winter," she began, then finished, "but not so much the summer." It was hard to admit one's biggest flaws. She continued to watch him, and it was just that, how his words lay out of context of both his tone and relaxed disposition. He was good. (c)
(17:05:29) Ghastly. Though Ghastly was likely the most nervous thing he would ever meet, and she remained tense, prepared for reaction. The tension wasn't without its toll, however. Her muscles had begun to tremble intermittently as adrenaline slowly pumped into and coursed through her blood. "Stealth," she started, hopefully drawing upon the fact that she'd been able to take a drink right from beneath his ass, "wisdom," her head twisted then, and those ironclad eyes of soft moonlight perhaps caught his, "and... deceit." It was perfect. Her expression was wracked with submission, lips pursed, eyes narrowed, ears planted so tightly against her skull they were hardly visible. Though that word, if this one was smart, would know. Ghastly knew how to play the social game, rather than the aggressive one. After all, she had never been built for fighting... (d)
(17:32:11) Drakov: Ear tufts twitched to her words, alittle bemused at the thought. He could relate, winter was a far more pleasant atmosphere for him. But prey was also far harder to find along the mountain peak. Sheep were the most plentiful, and that was a dangerous game to play. Not that he alone had a single issue with it. Hunting sheep were a fucking game! But to the rest of the pack? The mountain edge was a death trap. He could only expect so much before he was literally tossing them all off a cliff and if they don't live WELP! Not good enough! Not that he was very far off from doing just that BUT. Still. Neutral lax demeanor remained even as she proceeded with her words. If anything, the only change in gears to be made was that toothy smirk growing further. Though.. Far be it from her to know, it wasn't a game of deception. It wasn't a means to please the masses.[c]
(17:38:32) Drakov: To fool and creep your way in. Nono.. Drak simply cared SO little he rarely put effort into coming off as aggressive or dominant. I mean hell.. She was on his land, asking to join and not an inch of him really read Alpha! He was just that unphased by the idea. Body language was a means of communication, to inform others as a sort of... WELL I told you so! Before a dispute broke out. But frankly.. Drak didn't care if a dispute broke out. If it did, it'd be sudden and ruthless as it always was. Those who dared instigate or test his position were simply thrown teeth and nothing more. Course.. While fighting was to be expected, simply because that was life. It was a challenge, and more often than not.. it was ruthless, fighting still wasn't the only thing that made up Vechnyy. For not all fights required brute strength. Something he was still trying to teach poor Zod. SIGH.[c]
(17:43:49) Drakov: That boy needed some 1 on 1 assistance. Fighting was working your opponent, bending them where you wanted them. Making them vulnerable while convincing them they were succeeding. Making them believe it was by there own choice and not your preconcevied ideal. Even if spurr of the momment. Everything he did had future purpose that worked in his favor. In some cases.. Physical means weren't neccessary at all. So to say being such as this or even Pi for that matter were useless or weak was far from the truth. Simply.. Pi lacked the confidence. The strength. Perhapes this woman had more possibility in her mitts? Hrm. Head would finally crane down, pushing past her personal space bubble to damn near touch touch to nose with the woman. "Unless you intend to give as much as you take, I suggest changing your mind. Ve give as good as ve are given, so I hope you willink to give yourself to me und Vechnyy." Hard stare was maintained for a momment, searching for response, even if was a[c]
(17:49:30) Drakov: a wordless one. If it was what he had hoped for, hind paws would shift him forward in a lunge. Close proximity used, as head craned forward to headbutt the woman in the face. Forward mommentum would not cease however, shoulder ramming her frame to barreling her to the ground. And once there? Teeth lashed out at her side. Paws splaying about her form for balance while jaws handled the business of initiation. The act of submission was not always needed for it's usual... meaning. No it was something he demanded of those typically to stubborn. To see there reaction to something that usually broke apart there pride. The willingness to let go of there comfort zone and conquer a fear, even if that means submitting. Given he'd gone about the act with little to no reaction, brute would shift back without a word. The entire debate having been silent and fast. Smooth and effortless, the one good part of it. He didn't usually linger on it long. There was no need. His locations were usually [c]
(17:50:32) Drakov: targeted for the pain that lingered for hours to follow. "Welcome to Vechnyy." Tongue would roll across his nose, before a snort bestowed. A semi-sneeze. [e]
(18:02:20) Ghastly had just thrown herself into the deep end. Her whole being would fail if she was unable to tuck herself under the wing of others like a parasite... no a mutualism, for she was able to contribute. Most sat somewhere along the brains-brawn continuum, some with more brawn than brains, but she - Ghastly was almost completely all brains. She was small and petite, however what she lacked in brute strength she made up for in speed, manoeuvrability and precision. And behind that, a sharp mind. Now, despite him lacking the usual display of dominance typical of 'alpha', he did give something else - confidence. That air of capability and lack of fucks about him spoke reams to Ghastly about this guy knowing he owned this place. He spoke directedly, with purpose. From this, she knew he was a sovereign of this land, and that she had every need to appease him. (c)
(18:02:33) Ghastly. She listened now, his reply to her offerings to him, and she even gave the man a minuscule up-turn of the corner of her pursed lips. It was barely noticeable, and he likely didn't see it. But it was there, for but a moment, just before she spoke. "Oh, yes," she muttered through her teeth, "eventually, but not always in the way it was taken." The words breathed, barely audible even for his ears, so close. With that, the tension was released from her as he lunged. The coils were released as she threw herself to the side and into a backwards motion, but he was too close. He was upon her before she could gain any distance, and she dropped to the dirt onto her side. (c)
(18:02:41) Ghastly. A hot, searing feeling tore through her side as teeth ripped into the flesh of her ribcage, and the spectre released a foul, sickening cry, a forlorn yelp of pain. Her limbs thrashed and her paws clawed the dirt but his weight prevented her from righting herself and she was helpless, ravaged, and she was gone. The scream parting from her lips trailed off into a deathly silence, and she stared out into to distance, accepting her fate like a doe would when downed and being eaten alive by her carnivorous killer. Even when he stopped, she remained where she lay, breaths shallow and muscles trembling. The canvas had been painted, and the painting was red. (d)
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MAY 9
May 10, 2015 3:31:58 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 10, 2015 3:31:58 GMT
WHITE OUT
(18:09:41) Drakov: Tongue flicked acrossed now bloodied teeth, the newest addition to the gang left at the rivers edge to whatever she so chose afterward her torment. She was accepted, sure. But that didn't mean she was prevented leave had she garnered a change in thought. Smooth calm gate trailed him towards headquarters, though just as the collection of bodies broke in sight, and curiosity peaked his features.. The rumbling sound of earth broke his attention. It was sudden, mommentary. Like a 2 second long earthquake that left the trees rustling, rocks toppling from the cliff side. Sights lingered puzzled over the bunch before him, his pause in steps returning to kill the distance between him and everyone else. And then there it was again.. Only this time it seemed to grow in intensity bit by bit.[c]
(18:15:10) Drakov: So much so the collection of rocks and limbs that formed there den seemed to collapse in on it'self. Tumbling down, and inching ever closer to there. What the fuck even!? A delayed glance was thrown Vad's way, had he taken notice, but it barely lasted half a second before over head. In the distance, it could be seen. Cascading(har pun) down the cliffs. Thick mounds of snow engulfing everything it touched. It wasn't even a pretty sight. No. Drak enjoyed snow, he loved it infact. But this was pure destruction. Is swallowed the land, leaving no form of vegitation to be seen. Even tall standing trees were covered damn near to there tops by the blanket of white. And then there it was, just as paws twisted him to spin in sudden realization.[c]
(18:17:47) Drakov: Just as he turned tail, a deep intense commanding growlful bit of words spat out. "RUN" It was almost not even a full word. But noticeable or not, it gave off the same idea! GTFO. Not a second to soon either, for snow had started leaking it's way over the cliffside that formed there courtyard, inching to there heels in flooding motion.[e]
(18:43:42) Cinnema had been not too far away when Vad made the call out for anyone around to approach him, but she'd delayed in coming for preferring to take her time. She hadn't thought it had anything to do with her anyway, having seen what went on last night before retiring to bed. But when her eyes finally set upon home, the rumbling started. It startled her, the strangeness of it, and her eyes flicked immediately to Drakov. Wtf? The second tremor, and she saw the rocks start moving. OHSHIT. Fear was a sudden feeling, overwhelming, before she pushed it down and ran to the den's entrance moments before the cave-in. Even as the rocks were falling around her, the thought at the front of her mind was of the kids. Bable was the one she scooped up quick as she could, but the others were yelled at: "MOVE!" She could only hope they made it out safely. A falling rock struck her on her shoulder as she turned and fled, others scratching and leaving cuts along her body. But she had her girl, and everything (c)
(18:43:49) Cinnema- was going to hell. Determined eyes with no room for the shaking feeling that she wanted to let in stared at Drakov even as he was looking over the hill. She didn't question for a second when he turned to move, turned to run. She simply did just that: followed on his heels with growing Bable swinging from her jaws, moving like hell. Out and away from their crumbling home. (e)
(19:09:28) Vadimir hadn't expected Pisces to be quite so nimble on her feet. He should've, given her past but. Had he really payed any attention to those details? PFFFT NAW. He just saw an annoying woman with an extremely attractive vagina pissing him off at every turn. Jaws would catch on to just a sliver of her shoulder, not a secure enough hold to do any good. It wouldn't matter, though. For the moment their fight commenced, it would be forced to end. Vadimir glanced up at the mountains when the rumble was felt, and before either Drak or Cinn uttered their desperate cries Vad would try to gather a quick bite to ensure a better grip on Pisces so that he could whip around, hoping to fling her away from himself and away from immediate danger. He'd pay for it, of course, in the form of rocks peppering his form, slicing through his thick pelt as the dark mountain stones pelted him as hard as rain. Not seconds after he had flung Pi he'd already begin to run, catching an apple-sized rock to the side of [c]
(19:11:59) Vadimir his face, which caused him to stumble and nearly fall. Good thing he was used to getting beaten and bruised! After a moment he would continue to dash forward, tight on Drak's heels. He didn't dare look back, for whatever came to pass. Wouldn't be pleasant to look at. (f)
(19:12:43) Yusef STUMBLES ALONG BEHIND THEM AND TRIPS ON A ROCK, ROLLS ABOUT 15 FEET, SLAMS INTO A STONE, SPRAINS HIS EVERYTHING, doesn't cry and takes it like a little champ BUT HOBBLES ALONG THE REST OF THE WAY.
(19:26:04) Piscean flinched as the male's teeth caught on his shoulders. She was expecting a hit, but Pi was never used to the pain of teeth on flesh. Just as soon as he latched onto her, Pisces was already thinking about her next move. Though it seemed, no matter what she had in mind, wouldn't be played out. A great rumbling sound, and shaking of the Erath seemed to make everyone freeze in their tracks. Pink eyes darted to find the source, but before she could target it, the mutt was flung out of harm's way by the Tsar. Scrambling to her feet, Pi took after Vad, heart racing. She had no idea what the issue was, but the rumbling and everyone heading for the hills told her it didn't matter what she knew. The rapid descent down the cliffside seemed controlled, until her paws caught onto the rocky surface. Gal tumbled down the hill, trying to right herself with wild kicks and grip, to no avail. Her wild descent was slowed only by her crashing right into an out crop. A series of gut wrenching cracks [c]
(19:27:05) Piscean. could be heard as her side collided with the rocks. A surprised yelp would've been heard from Pisces, if the wind hadn't literally been knocked out of her. Pain racked her body as she lay there, stunned. [d]
(19:31:27) oduné is seen somewhere off in the distance running with nothing to loose once you guys got off you territory a small ways.
(19:32:19) Drakov: Paws were quick to lunge the bastard to the prefer path down hill. It was steep, but it was faster. Male came to a grinding hault at the base of the slope, simply to look back and assure those following suit. He had no means to stay back, not in pure lack of desire to save any who needed it, but because those behind him currently had a far better chance of survival. Dermo's fat little butt was noted bringing up the rear, just as brother as Cin were likely passing by. Jaws aimed to snap the normally plump fuck up by the scruff, before he turned spun on a dime and proceeded down the slopes at a dangerous pace. As they came apon the drop, realization finally kicked in. Shit.. Fuck.. There was no way in hell they were going to be able to go around it... They wouldn't make it![c]
(19:53:13) Drakov: Dermo still tightly clenched in his grasp, sights shifted left then right. A momment of pause he really shouldn't have taken but FUCK.. In mummbled words, though still fairly loud, he hollered out. "DOWN" With quick yet nimble steps. Seeking out a proper path. He'd managed half way down the Drop before his course came to a pause. Surface benieth him collapsed, body hitting the rock edge and forcing him to tumble a ways down. The crack of bone against rock sounded, but his focus was solely on finding traction and keeping Dermo out of harms way. Just as claws dug into a decent place, it once more fell apart before him. Only this time he went straight down. Atleast the majority of the distance was more of a painful slide.. Body hit earth at the very bottom, almost flat on his back. Little Dermo slung from his grasp due to the impact knocking the wind out of him, and Drak laid for a momment unmoving.[e]
(20:05:38) Cinnema ran like the fucking wind with a child clutched in her jaws as they all fled from the approaching destruction. She noticed as Drak paused but didn't slow her course at all, figuring that he of all people would be fine and keep on going. She'd skid to a stop at the edge of the Drop, a slight whine uttering against her will from her throat as she stared down. Oh hell. And it was the only way out of there.. Clenching probably too tight onto the scruff of Bable she would react to Drakov's words like a canon, finding relatively safe ground as quick as she possibly could. Half slipping on the rough ground as claws tried to find holds, she'd stumble down, chin tucked to possibly make the descent easier for the girl in her grasp. A foothold broke and sent her sliding for a moment, side hitting a rock painfully, but she merely kept her jaw clenched and the girl away from harm while she kept speeding down and away from the monster behind. Jagged edges and falling rocks cutting and pelting (c)
(20:05:47) Cinnema while the adrenaline kept her from worrying, she only paused once at the bottom with blood dripping from her body and, mostly paws, to stare at Drakov in fear that something was seriously wrong. (e)
(20:21:38) Zodiak was returning to the densite (alongside nida) after his lesson in fear and love. He felt wonderful. The pain in his side had diminished by a fraction that was just enough to kill his limp and put a little bounce in his step. Pressing closer, and odd rumble vibrated through his paws and he glanced around before the vibration was felt again and drak's warning echoed in the distance. Eye darted 'round to find disturbance and set upon the quickly decending slopes of the mountain above. shit... "nida... NIDA GO!!!" he barked, nipping toward her shoulder (or flank), urging her forward. He'd follow after her and stop in the clearing for a moment, head twisting side to side as thoughts were set on the pups. It was his job to watch out for them. Cinnema and drak were noted with children and he surged forward at a gallop, gaze ever searching for any straggling children. [c]
(20:21:54) Zodiak: Head would turn back to see the approaching rocks and snow, addrenaline kicking into overdrive as he raced forward. Yusef was spotted tumbling into a rock and zodi quickly skidded to a stop to snatch the pup by his midsection. Hinds kicked off at the ground and lunged him forward as he urged himself to catch up with the others, strides reaching as long as he could like some big cat. Then it seemed they all dissapeared and realization of what was ahead had him sliding to a stop at the edge, half leaned over to gaze down the steep decent. With a snarl he'd clamber down, his weight, missing eye, and pup in jaw making it rather difficult. The slope picked up a steeper angle and for a few strides zodi was running, unable to slow momentum before hind legs found ground and he slid down the middle section of drop, pushing off to travel as quickly as he could down the slope before the bottom was spotted. [c]
(20:22:06) Zodiak: Faulted eyesight had him misjudge the final drop and he lept early. Growl erupted from his chest when he realized he'd fucked up and paws outstretched to brace for impact. He landed hard. Much harder than he'd wanted to and quickly upon impact muscles were overwhelmed and he collapsed into a roll, flinging the pup forward from his jaws. He groaned and moved to get up, falling on the first attempt before slowly rising to all fours and shaking his head. Yusef was quickly located and he moved to retreive the pup, nearly falling again as sprained muscles tried to give out on him. He'd limp his way toward the pup to retreive him before looking to see the others, including a laid out drak. He'd move to him and release the pup for a moment, nudging drak's side, "DRAK!" he barked "We gotta go!"[d]
(20:27:27) oduné: Thier was so much going on! first she was going to fight somebody then there was a giant wall of death and she was now running for her life from it Long legs making her looks like a race dog as she heaved her way past tree and bush not caring what was before her just more afraid of what was behind. Which would be her sad mistake as she went tumbling over the edge feet flailing about as she tryed to catch herself, managing to do so only shy of not breaking her limbs in the sudden stop at the bottom the female whined as the pain from the deep and shallow cuts now covering her body in her tumble hit her all at once. This is what you get for having a short coat, but the lass would suck it up and slowly make it to the bottom she noticed a motionless male, her eyes would widen and her head would rear back. Maybe... she shouldent touch him.... he might be one of Vechnyy's wolves and she wasent sure how they worked yet of course her choice was quickly made for her when another wolf seemed{c}
(20:27:33) Yusef sprained his everything, might get lost in the snow and have to dig himself out and find his way back to everybody else WHITE FANG STYLE]
(20:27:52) oduné: to be calling out to the wolf instead. She would lower her head in hopes of drawing less attention to herself and begin to move around the group, giving the pups a very wide birth, one thing Odune didnt want was the ire of a mom on her ass after being cut up by rocks.{f}
(20:38:47) Nida ambles leisurely by Zod's side. He'd improved, bit by bit, and she was .. impressed. Making their way back to the densite .. she felt the tremors, and gawked down to the ground as if it would give at a moment's notice. Nida steered her gaze where Zod had went, wide-eyed and full of terror, catching a sight of white monstrosity make its descent. She sees Cin and Drak flee with .. two children ..? and wondered what of the others ..? There probably wasn't time to consider th-- yip. His ushering was noted and wouldn't be argued with, and she kicked into gear, coercing her stout limbs into a full burst of speed, tail tucked. She made slow when needed, the steep slope having her claws knead into the soft dirt underfoot for friction and keep footing poised. Too bad she missed Pi trying to save her own hide and fur, otherwise she might have spartan kicked her down the slop-- oops. Nida topples into a roll two thirds the way down, because she was distracted with looking at everyone and ..(
(20:41:18) Nida (c) thing.. But she was a-okay. A little shake to rid of the aches that came with the product of her fall. Her eyes, however, stick to another alien-dog-thing. What. " Fudge." Yep, that's her name now. Wasn't even sure if she was part of this dysfunctional as crap pack. Her eyes reluctantly look around in search for the stragglers, " who isn't accounted for?" Drak was ignored .. cause, y'know, pretzel has him covered. (d)
(21:23:49) Vadimir sprinted for all he was worth. He couldn't see where everyone else was. He was soon behind Drak and Cin. So when brother fell as the ground disintegrated before him, Vadimir had only a second to bellow out, "DRAKOVSKI!" Before his brother was sent crashing below. Even as siblings name tore from his throat, straining and causing voice to crack and bleed from stress, Vadimir's body lunged forward after Drakov. Limbs propelled him faster than he'd normally dare, and it was not without cost. Twice he fell and landed roughly on his paws, and three more times he was forced to skid to a halt so roughly that his pawpads soon bled. Not that he noticed, not until he was by his brothers side again. And even then, he was more concerned with Drak's well-being.[c]
(21:23:50) Zodiak: Drak yall did this]
(21:31:29) Vadimir'd grab onto Drak's scruff, pulling him up with quite a bit of effort. "Zod, help me get him onto mine back." He growled, voice higher than usual from panic. If he managed to get Drak onto his back, he'd lift himself to his full height, or at least try to, and begin the trek away from what was once their home. He'd not even look back, he couldn't. All he could think about was getting them all out safely. (f)
(22:08:21) Piscean: While the others were going about saving their own lives, and saving each other, Pisces was busy trying to collect herself. The pain in her side from her broken ribs became much more apparent as she rose slowly. Fuck, every breath hurt, it shouldn't have hurt that badly. But Pi didn't have time to waste. The rushing snow was gaining, and fuck if she was going to let herself die suffocated in a bunch of that fluffy shit. No, the mutt rose and ran down the slope, tailing the pack. Her front paw ached, it was most likely sprained, but she had to press on. She had to, she had to keep going, she had to. Pi was so consumed by the will to survive and the pain that she completely disregarded the depth of the drop she was heading towards. Gal slid down rapidly, gripping at the cliff face with her claws as well as she could, which was short lived. Her body tumbled down, smacking against the cliff face and its sharp edges, knocking her about. [c]
(22:21:11) Piscean. Until finally, she fell, smacking right down at the bottom. More violent cracks could be heard, more than before. Pi gasped for breath, weakly trying to pull herself up. This time her body would not cooperate, only her forelegs moved. The gal's breath was labored, more painful than before, and a wooshing sound could be heard. The combination of broken ribs, and sharp rocks had cause her lung to be punctured. Blood welled up and out of the wound, as well as into her throat. Ex domestic's life seemed to be over then, but she wouldn't go that easily. Her short time amongst the immortals of Vechnyy had thought her that everything was to be fought for, and that giving up wasn't an option. With her last ounce of strength, Pisces pulled herself up as best she could. Of course, her lower half dragged behind her, but the mutt pulled forward, scooting slowly away from the cliff face, as if the avalanche was behind her. Coughing, the blood welling in her mouth now splattered [c]
(22:22:58) Piscean. About the ground. Eventually, the gal's strength and left her, lungs full of blood, and she slumped on the ground. Her breathing became more labored, until it eventually slowed, and stopped completely. The short life of Vechnyy's slave ended there, at the base of the cliff, broken and battered. [d]
(22:42:16) Megas wasn't as fast as the the others, his vertigo minor but still ever present. His injuries were healing nicely and he'd be on his feet efficiently within no time... Or... so he'd hoped? The ground shook, waking the catnapping wolfdog from his rest. An earthquake? He squinted around, eyes sore from shape and light after being closed all day after his daily necessary activities. So taking in the situation was a bit rough. All he heard was pandemonium before he registered why. His head turned the way everyone was fleeing, and his silver eyes widened in horror. Dear god no. The dob was on his feet quickly, thanking his reaction time for countering the mental handicap he was suffering at the moment because if he didn't move now, he wasn't moving at all. He was quick to follow the pack several paces behind from his late start but at least several ahead of his own demise. His paws hit the ground frantically and honestly he stumbled a few times, out of focus from the sudden shift from calm>>
(22:45:42) Megas>>to panic in no time at all. Disaster nearly struck as they hit the drop, shoving down his apprehension at descending it. It was this or having every bone in his body crushed. He followed them over the edge, nails scraping against uneven stones as his mind worked against vertigo and confusion to place his paws in the right places. A foot slipped and he crashed sidelong into a larger boulder, his teeth clenched and almost vibrating from the impact, but besides shallow abrasions and lacerations, he was back on the move in no time, choking on his heartbeat as he watched one of the pack fall to their doom. He would, in the end, make it out alive.
(23:06:23) Drakov: Impact with ground left him incapable of another breath. For how long, he wasn't even sure. It was simply black all of a sudden. Seconds ticked by, Vad voice hollering out, though he could not hear it. Atleast.. He didn't think he could. None of it really registered until after eyes finally began to wince. A deep gasping breath was taking, eyes growing wide in mild panic. What happend!? Was it real?! Where were they!? The smell of Vad so close, soothed him for barely a nano second, before returning to his tense state of being. The sudden shadowing of snow over head crashing down beside them filled the pale beast in. Aye. It was real. It wasn't a lot.. It'd slowed on the way down, but still a few sizeable clumps of thick white fluff came down like a death trap to crash and spray about. He'd have been consumed in it, had brother dearest not rescued him. Speaking of..[c]
(23:10:00) Drakov: Where was he? Groan ushered forth, the painful twinge in his back and ribs suddenly pulsing through him. Body aimed to slide off to the side, a momment taken to collect himself, and.. Allow sights to linger about and take in all those present. Jesus.. Had they all made it? It seemed.. For the most part.. All but the sickly child Oleg. And... Ear tufts flicked, sights settling on the gasping Pi just prior to her last breathes. SIGH. Wasn't he supposed to be protecting them all? Granted... something like this..... it wasn't easy to protect from.. But still.. Lip curled in a soundless growl as body went to swivel and proceed onward. With Vad + Zod to assist. "I guess.. We find a new home.." And then THEY'D WALK ON IN ASSUMED SILENCE UNTIL YS.[e]
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MAY 9
May 10, 2015 14:19:21 GMT
Post by cortes on May 10, 2015 14:19:21 GMT
In the eyes of two
-White Out-
Cortés's body were labored, breathing fast and limbs sore with movement. The event from last night has been traumatic for Cortes, and he was sure, for the rest of the pack themselves. It had happened so fast. The earth shook briefly, birds flew to safety, and the very mountain seemed as if it were growning in pain. Then came the snow. So much of it, slaughtering anything within it's wake. Though Cortes could not be the first one to see it, Cort was certainly the only one to feel it straight within his bones. The vibrations nearly drove him insane. When everyone started running, Cortes moved as well, trying to herd anyone who would stray too far from the pack. Unfortunately though, he himself got turned around, lost before he could make the drop.
Ghastly was in her element. The snow queen had escaped enough avalanches to escape this. However she was pained by the wound on her side... The others had fled before her, but she didn't run directly down - but diagonally down and across. Even though pain wracked through her as the wound bestowed upon her by the white sovereign, her speed and nimbleness was still able enough to allow her to remain atop of the rolling blankets below her, and she leapt, cowhopped and slid. Eventually she found respite upon a large, jutting rock where the snow ran either side. Then, luckily, the rumbling stopped. The blankets stood still, and silence ensued. It was chilling. There was no birdsong, no rustle of wind through trees. Just stillness. For the first time in weeks, Ghastly felt a feeling of true happiness. Tentatively, for the snow could still be disturbed, she picked her way downwards and towards where she saw the others run and eventually came to what seemed to be the end of the world. Snow had spilled over its edge, and she cautiously teetered forwards, and vertigo hit her. She pushed herself back with a deep breath, of which caused a wince with a shot of pain through her side. Fuck this injury. Blood seeped from where it had cracked and re-bled, and she released a huff. The edge held a tinge of blood also and - was that a body down at the bottom? They must have descended... obviously, a deathwish.
Cortés felt the rolling waves of snow bring itself to his knees. His mind was in chaos as he fled, not knowing where to turn, what to do. Cortes was many things. A runner he was not. He was a good fighter, a great fighter! A runner, a hunter, and a navigator. His weakness against the wild. The familiar feeling of being lost him him like a train, and the only thing he could do, was semi-climb up a tree, his arms hugging onto it as snow slammed against his hips. Thankfully it wasn't a big tree, and it leaned heavily to the side, allowing him the option to crawl further up the tree's trunk. Unfortunately for him, the tree couldn't take both his weight, and the pressure of moving snow. It seemed cort would be hitching a ride. His heart pounded as the tree cracked, roots pulling from the and then slamming into the sea of snow beneath him. Both he and the tree slid, rolling down the mountain toward's the edge of 'The drop.' The massive cliff side seemed ominous, scary, and ultimately had the aura of hell. "Puertas del Infierno!" He tried to recoil, maybe jump off the log. It was too late, the log slide further toward the edge, only slowing when the snow was sufficiently done with it's tsunami. His log inched then, slowly forward, stopping by a godsend, him on the edge. Cortes looked down, his eye wide, spotting Pi in a bloody heap upon the ground.
Ghastly looked back up and across the edge of the cliff. Was there anywhere that was less of such a... instant drop? For as far as she could see, no. The other way, no. She glanced back at the snow up above, sitting ominously. Suddenly a loud, deep, bellowing creak rippled through the whole mountainside. The longer she stayed the more likely she would simply be swept off this edge by another rolling wave. Then, wait, who was that? A dark brown figure was spotted a fair distance away along the edge. Lost for hope she began forwards, tentatively, taking a foot's girth from that looming edge. As she approached, she was silent. Any noise could set off another cascade. As she gained distance, she soon realised who he was. The Spaniard. Hopefully he was smart enough to keep his trap shut, too. She stepped closer, closing the distance, assuming the usual submissive stance. But she was quick to motion, and whispered close to his ear, "we must go down. This thing hasn't finished yet." She then turned, peered over, and looked for a path down. Ledges, trees and roots jutted outwards. Stepping to the edge, she leaned over, and dropped herself. Down onto the first ledge she landed, one paw slipping, but she clambered to safety. Then she stepped across, and looked up, waiting for him. Turning back, she continued, carefully crossing onto ledges, pressed tightly against the wall, constantly peering back over her shoulder to see how Cortes was faring. She, after all, was likely much more nimble than he.
Cortés was nearly crazy with fear. Things outside his control was something to be terrified. He didn't know what could happen, or what to do. Even his poker face, the indifferent expression he usually wore, was gone. In it's place was a wide eyed doofus, his jaw clenched almost painfully, his fur bristled in agitation. Cortes turned his skull every which way, almost twisting his neck abnormally to try and spot a safe way out. When he heard the crunching of snow, (assuming that were the case,) he'd snap his gaze in her direction, almost fearful of whatever snow monster lurked within this chaos. Fortunately it was none other than Ghas. He was very surprised to say the least. Though he didn't expect her to help him. That was the most surprising part about what was happening. He narrowed his gaze, watching as she moved to drop down unto a ledge, disappearing from his sight. However as she moved to do such actions, pink flesh was seen. Her once beautiful flesh had been tainted. He frowned, but kept the comment to himself. Now was not the time, Cort. So instead of speaking, he moved to follow, his body shaking slightly with nerves. His body aimed for the ledge as well, his own front paw slipping just as hers had done, except he almost went with it. He strained against his other paw, muscles contorting and basically working overtime to bring up his weight. Thankfully he succeeded.
Ghastly. Adrenaline was what kept the pain in her side at bay. The cold helped, too. The fresh blood that had seeped from cracks was quickly clotting over previous scabbing. The focus she had to put into this daunting task also kept her mind off the wound. In fact, the twangs of pain with each contorting movement reminded her that she was still alive, and she was made grateful for each breath also causing pain from the wound. As she heard him stumble she twisted her head to watch and almost lunged for him, though at the last second she stopped herself as he clambered back up. Pebbles went careering off her current ledge and she hoisted herself back up against the wall, breaths heavy and laboured. But she took a deep one, brows furrowing and lips tightening at the pain from her wound, and she carried on. They needed to be careful, but they also needed to be swift. They could not linger. She stepped, hopped, and made good progress. Hopefully he was able to follow her without much trouble. Every step, every leap, she looked back to him. They had almost made it halfway down, but there was still a substantial, lethal drop should one of them put one paw wrong. Then they came upon a small impass. There was a drop without a ledge, and they had to go up to progress. Taking a step back and a breath, she took a single running step before leaping - just managing to clear the gap and pull her rear up onto the ledge, sending part of it and several accompanying small rocks rattling down the drop. Oh shit, that was too close. This ledge was quite large and secure, leading down an easier trail now, but she turned. She feared for the hulking, burly dog below. "I'll help you," she uttered, taking one step back to give him room, but remaining where she could be sufficiently fast enough to grab him should he need it.
Cortés walked closely behind the woman, almost as if his front was glue to her back. However due to this, rocks and stones proved a challenge. He'd stumble on occasion, even bumping into the girl with the close proximity the shared. If progress was being made, he couldn't tell. He merely stared upon the woman's back, his breathing labored. When there came a slight reprieve, yet a huge leap, he froze. Shit. Silently he looked upward, and said a small prayer. "Por favor, Dios, déjame hacer esto." He slowly looked down then, backing up until his butt hit the wall. Taking a deep breath, he ran with all his might, trying to ignore the fact that he'd be leaping over nothing but air. When he did in fact jump, it was as if he were in slow motion. The breeze whipped at his fur, his face, and his legs. His eye watched as he neared the woman, and his heart blossomed with joy. However, it was not to be. As he neared, he felt himself fall faster, and he barely made the edge. In fact his body was half on the other side, while his lower half dangled helplessly. Shit. He felt her bite against his flesh in an effort to grab hold.
Ghastly know he would be short as soon as his rear paws left the starting ledge. His large, muscular build didn't move fast enough through the air, and she rushed to the edge, snapping her jaws to clamp around the thick of the scuff on the nearest side of his neck. When she had hold, she could not let go. She bit down hard, teeth likely sinking through the skin to draw blood through puncture wounds, but it was neccessarily to improve her grip. She pulled back with all her might, and with the help of him scrambling against the lip of the ledge, she threw the whole of her weight to the side so as to get his centre of gravity just over the edge of the ledge. Hopefully she had given him enough momentum to hoist himself up and as he did her back paws slipped off the outside edge of the ledge. The surprise of losing all feeling of secureness caused her to release her grip on Cortes, and she scrambled in vain to regain control and clamber back up onto the ledge, but her weight was too far gone. Like water over the edge she went, eyes wide and bloodied mouth agape as she release a small, exasperated yelp. Fuck. Down she tumbled, rocks bruising her muscles, body hitting jutting tree branches and reaching roots as she dropped. Just before the bottom her head just clipped a jutting rock. Blackness. Her battered, unconscious body came rolling to a halt at the base of the drop. Stillness. Nothing but the rythm of very slow, shallow breaths indicating that she still held onto life.
Cortés was nearly flung unto the edge when his leg caught the mountain's wall, his limbs hurried as he clambered upward. With the help of Ghastly, he was able to be pushed unto the surface of the cliff side. Cortes regained his footing then, hos body a bit wobbly from the endeavor, but fine nevertheless. "Ay dios. Ninfa, thank you. Gracias mucho grac-" he paused as he turned around. Ghastly was nowhere to be seen. His eye blinked as he tried to comprehend the lacking of her body, when a high pitched help was heard, then a thud. His heart lurched, and he moved quickly toward the edge. He nearly howled in pain as he saw her bruised body, just like Pi's. No. No! Was this a premonition? Was that really pi's body? Or was that an illusion of Ghastly's form? He didn't know, didn't care. Right now, he needed to get to her. She could not die! He wouldn't allow it. If she were to die, it would be by his hand, not of mother' nature. He recoiled from the edge, looking around until he spotted a decline on the other side of where he was. Carefully he leaped, clambering messily until he found his footing once more. Then he leaped down from there until a separate ledge. From there, he spotted a drop, about a story off the ground. It was enough to break his legs, if he weren't careful. He jumped, hitting the ground with his shoulder, and rolling until he was laying on his side. Pain racked him from the force, but not enough to cause injury. At least he hopped. He wasn't a doctor. Gasping slightly, cortes shoved off until there was one more ledge to conquer, however this one had such a small slope, sliding down was the easiest thing to do. Thus he slid, his movements too fast for his liking. His paws and toes ached at the action, but he ignored the pain. Finally he reached the girl's battered body. His nose inspected everything, her wounds, her face, her chest, and her scarring. He clenched his jaw and aimed to grab her scruff hoping to drag her further from the cliff's base. What if another wave of snow fell from the top of the drop? She'd be buried. So with effort, and all the time in the world, he used any means necessary to move her body away. |
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MAY 9
May 10, 2015 15:15:34 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 10, 2015 15:15:34 GMT
Drakov: Would daze in and out on the trip, to fucked up to really think or lead any longer. Support was placed heavily on brother dearest, even more so if conciousness were to be lost yet again.
(21:51:59) Vadimir trudged as long as necessary, refusing to stop even when bones ached and pawpads left streaks of blood wherever he stepped. But he didn't stop. He couldn't, not with half their number banged up and bloodied and the rest weary from what must have been a day of trekking, if not more. Rest was taking in small intervals, a spontaneous event. Food was taken where necessary, but every day Vad carried his brother as a soldier would. He'd not allow Drak to slip away from him again. Few nutrience and even fewer words passed his maw. All Vadimir cared about was getting them somewhere safe. If someone lagged behind, he'd hive them a shoulder of support. Be it a pup, he'd hold them steady in his jaws. Energy was conserved as best he could manage. This new, foreign land promised new hostilities, surely. But where else were they to go? Vadimir noted the road, the first bit of human-made trail he'd seen in a long time. "Ve follow diz. Keep avay from ze centre, it iz dangerous." He'd rasp out, tired, beleaugered. But refusing to relinquish his hold on life, or admit them beaten. What was it Drak always said....? Right. Can't. Kill. Us. Travel made easier thanks to the road's rather straightforward path, Vad would spot the forest looming before them. With a nod of his head he'd proceed forth, careful to check for traps of any kind. Poachers were still a reality here. Finally a old, rickety, hollowed out log sprang into view, and he'd rush forward, sniffing the place out. So far as he could tell, the place was abandoned. Slowly he'd place Drak within, a fine shelter from the elements. Well, fine as they could currently afford. "Ve vill stay here for now... let everyvon heal and rezt. Tomorrow ve vill scout und try to get a better view of zis place, perhaps hunt. But for now..... now--" And then he'd colapse beside Drak, tired beyond measurement.
(22:02:59) Yusef's little body was battered and bruised, blood pouring down his face. One eye was swollen shut, and he couldn't close his mouth properly, but still, he hurried over to Vad with all the speed he could muster--which wasn't much. He hobbled and limped, and any normal pup would have been crying in pain and begging for mommy and daddy, but NOT YUSEF. He hurried over and licked at his face, pawing at him. NO DADDY WAKE UP. PI DIDN'T GET BACK UP, NOT YOU TOO! He looked hopelessly around for any sort of help.
(22:06:00) Megas could handle the abrasion for only so long, and they were marching in rising heat for days to land unknown. Bacteria in the air made the shallow scrapes itch and sting but were managed well enough when Megas would tend to them at resting points, making sure to keep it clean and prevent infection. They couldn't really afford more injury now, and he was determined to live. He'd assist Vadimir where needed, but mostly keep to the side of the pack as opposed to with it, like a stag watching out for a migrating flock of doe. The pack would probably beat him for comparing them to prey, to be honest but whatever, he didn't think any of them were in the condition to scrap casually the way they did at the moment. He simply used the fact that he'd taken minimal damage and was already well rested when they fled to keep an eye out. Megas grimaced at the sight of the road, keeping his paws far from the treacherous thing but remaining as close to the group as possible. He couldn't stand the smell, the heated artificial stone giving off a smell not too unlike the acrid sting of hot gunpowder, just not as intense or...terrifying. When they finally received the word to stop, he almost collapsed, his vertigo gone but fatigue high. At least they had made it out alive....well... most of them. He watched the kings tuck away to finally rest, only for one of the cubs to run desperately up to the slumbering brothers looking for the most part lost and panicked. He couldn't exactly ask what was wrong, so he changed his path to approach the cub, eyeballing him with concern. Was this normal?
(22:21:43) Cinnema had been so sick with grief when Drakov hadn't gotten up. The fear and pain had sunk in, causing her to shake and whimper quietly even as blood stained her fur and her paws stung. Bable was still tightly grasped in her jaws, and even as Vad and Zod assisted her dear marshmallow she did not linger far off. However she was obviously in no condition to assist.. Even as eyes noticed Pisces' form struggling to stand, she was shaken by the fact that she could not help. It was a terrible feeling, one she wished to overcome and destroy. Pi had been her charge, and while the former domestic had failed her missions, Cin felt like she'd let her down in some way as if she could have prepared her better for this event. As the pack marched onward to new lands, the cut up queen did not stray from the sides of Drakov or Vadimir but to check on the battered children, and only briefly. She sucked up the pain of her paws, having been sore since descending the Drop, and held herself together if only for the sake of the pack. Not that she was all that great of a help, given her condition and the abrasions of her skin from the fallen rocks. At the very least, she could actually care for her kids when they stopped like a good mother should, as well as keep an eye on the kings.. Honestly she was thankful for the few wolves who seemed to be minorly injured, as they could do so much better job and kept her from running around checking on every person like she so wished to do. Even if she hadn't gotten off to the best start with Megas. It was better than nothing. When at long last they came to a resting place, her body was shaking and paws continually bleeding as she followed the Tsars. She'd held together, but now it was time to rest at last. Cinnema's green eyes looked over to the doberwolf as he flopped to the ground before shifting over to the Russian boys. Yes. She would lay down there, huddled near them and side pressed against Drakov's as if it gave her a sense of comfort. At least, he had made it out alive, and that was good. The grief it had caused her was not pleasant but she would watch, and he'd recover. A little shake overcame her before she would lift her head slightly at the whines of Yusef. She wasn't sure who had the others, if they were being carried, but she didn't doubt they were safe. She called up confidence from some unknown source, choosing to be the voice to Vad's silence. "Yusef, he's alright. Everyone's tired, come here and rest." The tired tone of her voice did not cancel out the firm order, although it softened it. "We all need time to recover."
(22:50:30) Vadimir could barely manage to keep his eyes open. He could feel Cinn close by, and as he tried to twist in her direction, looking up at her with eyes so unlike his own. They carried a foreign affection he'd never held for any other than Drak. But in his tired, battere state. He couldn't find it in himself to throw up walls. He didn't have the energy to huff and bluster and be jealous and possessive. Besides himself, he knew Cinn cared for Drak beyond anyone else, save their joint children. And right then, that was a blessing unforseen. For while he cared little for his own vitality. He couldn't bear to lose Drak again. He'd crawl forward, tongue flicking out to dabble her mucky paws. Yusef's fretting registered to the snowy brute, causing him to lift his head slowly, painfully. "I'm fine, Yusef. Care after your ziblinks and mozer." He'd lick at his crown, grooming the blood and muck away. Mega's approach was groggily registered. He really couldn't think properly. "Zank you... go rezt. Zere vill be a lot to do tomorrow." But before he could say anymore, Vad's head would fall heavily upon his paws again, breathing laborous. He was struggling to remain conscious. He was just... so damn tired....
(22:58:57) Yusef quivered a little. DADDY WHY. YOU GOTTA STAY AWAKE. But he had an order! A direct order! He whined a little but hurried over to lick Cinn and make sure mommy was alright before checking on Dermo and Bable. Hey..where..where was Poppy? WHERE WAS HIS FAT SLAVE?! So much gone and lost... He tucked himself into Vad's fluff, curling up to fall asleep.
(23:05:36) Megas didn't honestly want to sleep, despite his physical exhaustion. The pack was injured and sleeping in a strange new place and he wasn't about to let his new affiliation become an old one because a threat they didn't know about caught them all off guard. He hated speaking but hoo golly he could make a ton of noise if he needed to. He watched the family bond, finding strength within eachother. When the child ran to tend to his family, Megas could swear he might have felt his heart beat with pride at the sheer tenacity behind each of these individuals. He turned to Cinnema as the group one by one descended into sleep, leaning to offer his tongue to clean any wounds the others missed. Bacteria was rampant in spring and each and every one of them were vital survivors of the avalanche. He'd show his offer by nosing tentatively at her injuries, if allowed, to take scent for possible infection.
(23:15:35) Cinnema met Vad's gaze, but did not have the energy to be surprised at the emotion in his eyes. Perhaps she did not care for him as much as she did Drakov, but he was essential, really, to this whole thing, and she did not mind his company either. In that minute she felt like they were a little family, the 3 of them and the remaining kids. She didn't have the will at the moment to shove the thought away or react to it hardly at all. His affection was reacted to with a slight smile, head reaching forward to land a lick upon his nose before he pulled back. Almost a thank you, for what, she didn't know. Cin's green eyes took in his interaction with Yusef tiredly, a slight nod bobbing her head. "Get some sleep Vad.." Her tongue would flick in response to child hurrying over, watching him move about to check on the other siblings before resting himself. Finally gaze landed upon Megas, too tired to respond very well. She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to stay up and keep them safe.. But, Cinnema supposed, he had helped them along the way here. Perhaps he could be trusted after all, even if he was a food-thief. "Thank you," she'd say softly in response to him shuffling over, allowing him to check her over. She was so cut up, it was great that he was here. Another blessing. Attempting to keep eyes open longer, she would rest her head on her paws at an angle where she could see the pale man. (e)
(23:21:43) Megas was only a food thief when he needed to be, right now he was a guardian. Once it was clear she was going to let him, he'd tend to her fur and injuries so she could take the time to rest and not worry about it. His physical exhaustion was not enough to deter him from proving his significance amongst them as well as history.
(23:28:39) Cinnema managed to watch him for a short while as he cleaned her wounds. At the moment she was oh so thankful that he had come with them and gotten through the whole event with little injury. But she couldn't keep her eyes open for long, and she sighed as she resigned herself to sleep. "Thank you.." was uttered softly once more, before she snuggled her face closer to Drakov and promptly slept.
(23:29:37) Megas was like 'heq ye im cool', finished grooming the queen, and then went to take a drink of water cuz he was thirsty and would need energy to stay up and keep watch.
(23:29:58) Vadimir snuggled up to Yusef, because fuck he was too tired and emotionally distraught to be hardcore. He'd weakly lap at Cinn when she came in for a kiss, before he curled up with her, Drak, and his son, casting approving, if glassy, eyes toward Megas before they rolled up into his head and he zonked out for the rest of the night. |
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