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MAY 11
May 11, 2015 17:23:20 GMT
Post by cortes on May 11, 2015 17:23:20 GMT
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
oduné the female was bored and had been fishing by the river all morning and had eaten her fill, but there where still 2 extra fish on her, hrm. Guess that meant more food for the nighbors then. Picking up the fish by thier tails the poor things long having sufforcated by the riverside she headed over twoards the direction of the rotting log with the purpose of giving the dead fish to the weakened pack for thier fill. Arriving in the courtyard she stopped just at the edge of vision, maybe they would recive her better if she waited for them to let her come forth? it was worth a shot after all.
Cortés had been laying about, trying to regain the energy to take on the day. Exhausted as he was, he still was in tip top shape. He would have to take on the duty as protector, a job he was fine with, to be frank. He pushed against the ground once his eye popped open, awakening from his slumber. His joints cracked at the movement, and his sore muscles clearly protested at the sudden work of them. In the end, he managed to stand, albeit wobbly, but he did so. Cortes shook himself out, a yawn snapping from his jaws as he attempted to think up a battle plan for the day. Go out, find some grub. Bring it back, nurse the pack... So many things to do. No matter. Cortes would turn his body toward the river, opting to bathe first before doing any sort of chores. However before he could take a step further, the smell of sun bathed fish brought his nose to wrinkle, and his eye to bulge. Ay, that smell. He held his breath and moved toward the direction of said smell.
oduné the female would notice a red tinted male aproach her first probably drawn in by the scent of the fish, when the male came close enough she would drop the fish at her feet before sitting down "for your pack" she would say motioning to the fish then to him, she had no clue what position the male had but hey spare food shouldent be wasted right? The ladys hind leg would reach up to scratch a itch behind her ear as she waited for the male to respond.
Cortés cocked his head curiously at the female before him. Her mouth full of the fish in which his nose smelled. He would have shuddered if he weren't before her. He watched as she dropped the two creatures, they're lifeless boddy rotting upon the ground. Silently he would nod, and a smile would form. "I thank you." He would move close, not an aggressive bone in his body. His stance was relaxed, tail semi-parallel to the ground. He moved slow, not wanting to spook the woman into thinking he would give chase. "I don't recall having the pleasure of meeting you, señorita. Do you know us well?" Perhaps she was a friend, perhaps not. Either way, Cortes would not allow a foot step closer.
oduné the female would nod when the male said thanks course he quickly whent to questions as to why she was here which was expected "I know of your pack, though to be honest the only one i am acquainted with would be vadimir he and i have a deal going and i just want to make sure i keep my end of the bargin." she would say calmly choosing to remain there and just sit calmly "so how is the pack fairing after the snow, wall of death thing? They getting any better?" she would ask hoping idle chat whould help to lighten the mood.
Cortés would listen intently, his ear nubs twitching with every word spoken. Only when he heard his Maestro's name spoken, did he narrow his gaze. A deal? What sort of deal... Why would his Master make a deal with someone else, when Cortes could do any and all that his Master wished? Confusion clouded his mind, but cleared when the mention of the Avalanche was heard. Anger coursed through him, memory of the event leaving him visibly shaken. Without warning, he shot forward, his teeth lunging for the girl's neck. With him still standing, and the girl still sitting, he hoped success was inevitable. His mind was a red haze, his heart a black shadow. Memories of Pi's broken body, the log in which he slid on, and la Ninfa's tumbling body. He remembered the groan of the mountain and the roaring of rushing snow mounds. His body shook with pent up rage, and right now, his only outlet was the woman before him.
oduné was thinking this was all going great that was until the red giant before her snapped out at her for some unseen reason. Poor girl both too close to the male and way too ungaurded all she could do was let out a squeal like yelp as his fangs closed around her lightly furred neck and he quickly pinned her to the ground. Odunes mind rushing with both the need of trying to defend herself and figure out what was going on blunt claws would scrape at the males chest as her hind legs pulled on what ground she could grasp trying to get herself out of such a postion.
Cortés would feel the kicks run against his chest. Slight pain laced each hit against him, though it was dull and manageable enough for him to take. His breathing grew heavy as he relived each moment of the snow wall. He wasn't there anymore. He was back in Cascades, feeling the rush of danger and chaos. He couldn't even hear the woman's cries or protests beneath him. His jaw clenched slowly, pressure being added second at a time, as he remembered the events. Eventually though, his fog faded... The realization of what was happening caught up with him, though despite this, he did not let go. He merely loosened his grip, not wanting to choke the woman beneath him.
Drakov: Slumber had consumed him for a long while. It seemed to be taking hold of everyone. But could you blame them? There bodies were drained, aching, sore. Most everything that passed by went unnoticed, which... Frankly left him panicing anytime he finally woke. Usually not only him, but BOTH brothers were such light sleepers they barely slept more than 30 minutes straight before stirring. Though it seemed the scuffle that soon unfoled was enough to break him. Having stayed along the waters edge with Vad to cool and sooth his fever, Drak wasn't to far off. Limbs twitched, reality meshing with sub-concious once again, but it hadn't the chance to torment him this time. He'd wake far to quickly for it to get the chance. Ear tufts twitched, eyes wincing open slowly at first.. Until the sound of growls and whines really drew his attention. Though in far better condition with all the rest he'd required, the pale male was still plenty sore. Course that never seemed to stop him! Paws thrusted him up, forcing the remainers of sleep away as fluffy brute charged into the scene with little a sound. Teeth slung open to close around the side of Cort's face. Aiming to prick sensative muscles and nerves for the sole sake of detatching him from the woman. Given he'd managed, one good twist of his head was likely all that was needed to swing the male off and to the ground. Was he siding with Odune? Oh no.. No.. Not in the slightest. For the momment Cort was removed, teeth detatched and went to cursing madly! "YOU STUPID SUKA! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! CAN YOU NOT SEE WE"RE TRYINK TO SLEEP!?" RAWR RAWR. Drool would spray across her features due to the sudden swing from Cort to being right in her face and cursing so blatantly. But hell! He was pissed! He couldn't help it. Brother was ill, sickly, and so was half the pack. And yet all she seemed to go on about was some deal between herself and Vad?! Might be being alittle over dramatic there Drak... Cough.. No time was really given to respond, for the momment he finished yelling he'd snapped down in attempts to grab the girl by the throat.
oduné would continue to jerk to escape the males jaws even when he loosened his grip she was pulling away most likely the only thing she could do at the moment, as the male had kind of one shot her with his attack, She just wasent prepared for him to freak out and go phyco on her. But soon enough the male was removed from her neck by some unseen force and as soon as she saw the person responsible her eyes just widened What? just what? why where these guys so crazy, she trys to help them and they snarl and spit in her face. As he was yelling loudly at her eyes would glance over at the forgotten fish and she was about to say that she was bringing more food for them but of course the white male seemed to dive after her throat and Odune just wanted out of there by now, Attempting to jerk her head to the side in order to not get pinned again she would hope the male would only get a hold of a part of her neck scuff, Odu could sacrifice that at this moment.
Cortés felt the pain at the side of his face, and he instantly recoiled from the woman, though with his teeth clenched around the woman's fluff, he wouldn't be surprised if bits of fur was ripped off along with him. Cortes worked his paws over time to get him away from Drakov, and the woman all at once. He'd back up a few feet, watching the other man rage, just as Cortes had been only moments before. Wise enough not to interfere, Cortes stood up, and moved in a circle until he was opposite the King and in front of the girl. Eye was cast downward, expression somber. Almost indifferent to the girl's plight. Stoic like a statue, he watched wordlessly, awaiting what was to come next. His eye went toward the fish as well, when he noticed the girl's eyes move toward them. A sigh tore through him then. He figured he could speak up about what the purpose of the girl's visit was. Surely it wouldn't hurt. "Mi rey pálido," he paused sniffing in the fish's direction. "She presented a morsel for you, if you so wish it." He wrinkled his nose at the smell, then used his tongue to lap at his snout.
Drakov: Attention had zoned. If not simply out of anger and frustration, then because in doing so it numbed the pain. To push everything but this to the back of his mind. It eased his aching. Well... For a momment.. For when teeth met her neck, rather than her throat as he'd intended. The brute began to trash, seeing as choking her out was no longer an option. He'd rip her neck up! Not really. He sure started to though. He'd gotten in a solid two or three thrashes before a mix of the pain in his ribs and Cort's words forced him to stop. Teeth didn't detatch however, instead gaze trailed up to Cort's positioning, before slicking to the corner of his eyes to settle on the fish not far off. Was she the one to deliver food the first time? Quit frankly he couldn't remember, but still. She was now. Was it enough to not tear her ass apart? Growl finally sounded, vibrating against the flesh in his grasp before he detatched and shifted back and off the girl. "If you simply wish to help, so be it. But if your intentions are soley for this.. Deal.. With mine Brat, I suggest you fucking leave." Not that he had a clue what the DEAL was, but. Buttering up to the pack with food and pleasant conversation was naut but a suck up in his eyes. Which he normally didn't give a single fuck about, he let brother do whatever he chose. But right now? Right now he was far from well, and business could wait. Snort ushered out in the girls direction, though when sights shifted from her to Cort it was almost onesimilar to that of a Thank You.
oduné her neck was jerked around like it belonged to the carrcass of a deer yet to be opened but soon enough she was released and as soon as she was she darted like a bat out of hell to put some distance in between her and the other males when the lass finally managed to catch her breath she looked back at Drak "I am here to help.... mostly because I felt bad for you all being so beaten up and torn..... the deal thing was more a excuse to be around so i dont seem weak" she would mumble the last part looking away somewhat angry and hurt, course who wouldent be when they get thrown about for bringing people food. If she wasent attacked further the female whould sit down and try to lick at her neck wounds, leaving what she couldent reach or what was too sore to get too to clot once it was finished bleeding.
Cortés watched first hand the transformation in which Drak went through. It was like watching himself. When Drakov spoke of the deal, Cortes would snap his gaze upon the woman who took the moment to flee from the Tsar's grasp, his eye narrowing slightly. "So you wish to be a floater? Someone who feeds off a pack's reputation without being one of us?" Cortes would step forward, his mouth uplifting in a snarl. "This I can not accept." If drakov saw problem with Cortes' thoughts, he would accept any punishment. However Cortes could not fathom how someone could choose to be with a pack, without actually being within it's ranks. "Dios tenga misericordia de ti," he'd snarl out, his tongue whipping against his fangs as saliva drooled down. In truth, Cortes was incredibly thirsty and hot, and thus he was sweating profusely from his mouth.
Drakov: Own lip curled when the woman chose to flee from before him. Though he made no sound to pair with it, the look he gave was plenty loud enough to compensate for a snarl. Tongue flick out acrossed his nose, in attempts to ease his growing frustration. Indeed.. Cort's words rang true, he saw things no differently. Whether she realized it or not, she wanted something. But Drak had no intent to give a damned thing without gaining something of equal compensation. A few meals, though plenty needed, did not come close. When the girl proceeded to elaborate alittle further on her 'deal' with Vad, he'd simlpy roll his eyes. Usually one to remain calm and collected through most any situations, today just was not.. A good day.. SIGH. Soon enough though, his pissy aggitated expression would shift to one of amusement. He'd taken a momment to think further into her words, as well as Cort's ... Into how she reacted to everything that just happend. Rump settled to the earth, eye twinging in mild pain. "You're pathetic.. You vant to not seem weak?..." Drak would cackle out loud. How was this not seeming weak? To turn so frantic in a situation such as this? To run? To .... hang around simply to not seem weak.. It was a huge contradiction in his eyes! Course, that didn't say much given Drak's morals weren't the best. But ya know! "You're gonna 'ave to to try a lot fucking hard zen zat! Osserwise i'm just going to fucking kill you in zen end." Despite how harsh the context of his words, his choice of tone made it clear it pure fact! It was info passed along for her own gain, not a threat.
oduné would turn her gaze to Cortes confused "umm, i was quite unaware that packs had reputation? and the only reason im not sure about joining your pack is i dont know how you guys work." Course she had had a first hand expereince and they reminded her of the dog pack she had while with her human master, just more.... Agressive, much more agressive. I mean usually Odune thought you couldent get worse then when you where having to fight your own pack members for humans enjoyment but maybe they have a worse system, She would frown unhappily at the thought thinking that maybe it would be better if she avoided these wolves. Course Draks word finalized her choice, causing the female to look at him with a icy stare before just finally getting up and moving to walk away.
Cortés brought himself to frown at the woman's words. "You know little." He didn't bother saying much, as Drakov said what was needed to be said. Acting as Guardian over his Tsar and family, Cortes would circle back toward the king. His mouth would pluck up a fish, though the smell and taste made him want to gag. He hated fish if it wasn't freshly caught. As soon as it was out the water, that's when it was at it's best. Cortes would have to be on death's door to eat it. Still, he was sure drakov would appreciate it. Hurriedly, he would quickly yet gently, lower the fish in front of the king, and should the king accept such a item, would recoil backward and bow his skull. "For you and mi Maestro." |
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MAY 11
May 12, 2015 2:42:35 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 12, 2015 2:42:35 GMT
"Strange new lands"
(16:25:41) Drakov: After this mornings lovely events, it was safe to assume Drak was finally up and awake. Bout damned time after sleeping through almost 2 whole days. PFFT. Afternoon drolled on, a whole fish consumed with barely any bones left as evidence. And now? Well now he was enjoying his favorite past time. It wasn't nearly as delightful as the waterfall's rushing waves but... Frankly he didn't need all that anyways. The cool gentle waves were plenty enough to ease the tension of his joints and muscles and swollen ribs. Mass of white fluff floated throughout the pond until the sun above began to work it's way down again, blocked by passing clouds. Paws would thrust the achy male out onto shore, a thorough shake give to spray water all about. He was so fucking ready to get things moving.. To find a perminent residence, but blah. As mentally amped as he was, his body needed more recoop time.
(16:52:06) Bable-- Sleep, darkness, peace. This was the most calm the babe had met since her birth, everyone silent as they rested their aching bones. The situation stood ironic, however, that such peace was caused by chaos. She had tried moving her bruised body a few times, only to be met by a dizzy daze caused by being bounced and jerked around by her mother as they escaped. Eventually, the haze left and the girl was mobile once more. There were aches and pains throughout her body, but nothing that required concern. Lucky, as some had died in the chaos. Finding herself posistioned next to her father, Babs felt a strange out-of-character affectiong towards the man. The awkward proportioned girl moved to place her paws on either side of his torso before offering an affectionate nuzzle. Yeah, that would never happen again. Backing away awkwardly, girl quickly turned her attentions away. Where the fuck could she find food?
(16:58:56) Zodiak lifted his head from the dirt, front legs feeling rather stiff. He needed to do something about this along with rinsing his wound again to lavish off the debris from the other day. Nida had helped him quite a bit with his phobia...but it wasn't completely gone. He'd gone in as far as his elbows but eventually he would need the water again, this time in swimming depth. He struggled to all fours and limped his way toward the river where drak was spotted. Head lowered and he limped his way, tail swishing in greeting before he'd gaze to the water. With a sigh he'd step to the edge to allow his feet to sink below the surface before he'd stop to gaze at the rippling surface. His body needed the water, to ease the sprains and clean his side wound that was still at risk of infection even though it'd been washed thoroughly. Head would lower so nose almost touched his reflection and he'd sigh, hessitant about what he needed to do.
(17:03:23) Ghastly. :couldn't fathom anything about this place... where the fuck was she? After having woken in an unfamiliar glade beneath the shelter of some undergrowth in agony and so very confused, the pained wolf was utterly lost. Poor fucker couldn't even remember her own name. Her head still hurt. It was worse with bright light, which caused her to squint. She needed answers. She needed to find someone. Anyone... so she wandered aimlessly. Completely lost she knew not where she was going, and all the scents were unfamiliar. This one scent, of blood and testosterone, was fresh, however. It became stronger as she advanced, and she eventually spotted a group of wolves off in the distance. If she didn't at least try to get help, she would surely die. Her body was beaten and bruised from the fall down The Drop that she wasn't even aware of. Her brain felt like it was rattling around her skull with every step, and this fucking wound on her side... how the fuck did that happen?! Shit. Right now she was more in need of help than ever before, so she prayed and hoped that these wolves were not so inclined to simply kill her outright. Ha! If only she knew...
(17:37:49) Drakov: Zod was noted first and foremost, as rump settled against the earth and gaze lingered across the land. Brows furrowed at the males actions, lingering just across the opposite tip of the pond. Nub of a tail wiggled mildly, tongue flicking across his nose as limbs shifted him forth. What was he doing? Was there something in the water?... P sure there wasn't, he'd just been swimming in it. PFFT. "Zod?" Tone seeped out, though frankly before he could poke and prod much more, Ghast's approach caused nostrils to flare. Skull craned, tilting and zipping about curiously. He'd only met the women once, her name escaping him.. But he recognized the scent. New or not, she was one of them. Body swiveled in place until finally catching sight of the linger pale dame. God she looked awful. Paws thrusted him forth, an unusual sense of concern plagueing him. Not so much because of the extent of it, simply because.. He was actually kind of showing it?! Even if it was feint, it was there. When did that happen? This whole ordeal had fuck him. SIGH. Girl was approached with a bound and a trip, before recovering and going right to sniffing about her frame. Poking and prodding for wounds or illeness. He didn't even speak just yet.
(18:05:14) Bable-- Sick-boy's presence was met with only contempt. He was moving and alive, after all, and it's not like Babs ever showed him any concern to begin with. Ghastly, however, did catch her eye. It had been unaware to her that the woman became a regular in their ranks, but hell, it was all there in her scent. Normally, the pup would not show concern over the woman, but Ghastly had helped her once before. Moving towards her, Babs found herself watching Drako cautiously. Bab immediately moved next to the woman, stiffening her form beside her almost protectively. She did not think her father would harm her, at least she hoped. "Is she gonna die?" That puppy curiosity leaked from her jaws as she looked at the grey woman. She was a food provider, after all. She couldn't go dying on Babs now.
(18:18:48) Zodiak gazed into the water, lost in thought as he weighted his options. Drak's voice had attentions shifting as he turned head to meet his gaze "drak...I uh..." words were not grasped easily as he tried to explain himself. It wasn't long however before the tsars attentions were directed towards another and he shifted gaze back to the water. Biting the bullet zodi shifted slowly into the cool liquid until all of legs were coated and the waves flicked against his belly. This is where he'd stop and stand momentarily as the fear started to grip him once again. He tried to focus thoughts on his chocolate lover, remembering that day and pushing thoughts of danger from his mind. Slowly he'd shift forward until the water graced his side enough to wash over the slowly healing wound. It was here he'd remain, unable to make it past this point on his own. His legs were soothed but with his weight upon them, they would never heal quite as fast as he needed to be able to help support the pack. He needed to swim so that muscles could relax amongst the cool waves... not that he was even sure he could. Hydrophobia means he'd never really swam before, at this rate the pups were better at the water sports than he was.
(18:23:36) Ghastly drew closer, head and tail low. Pain and aching wracked through her whole body. Muscles and ribs bruised, head splitting, side paining. The anguish which she felt at this very moment could not be hidden and was displayed honestly in the sunken dullness of those previously bright moonlit eyes. Now she had expected a wall of suspicious interrogators to leap up to defend their precious land and family, but instead she came upon a pack also half-broken? She wondered what had happened to them... until her thoughts were abruptly cast aside by the rather immediate approach of a large, white male. Caught by surprise, the now nameless female instantly recoiled, throwing herself backwards and away from both the male and the upcoming juvenile. Such a sudden movement caused her whole body to scream out in protest, the bruises complaining about their dull pains and her ribs crying for rest.
(18:40:20) Cortés's body was drenched, scars were healing, both emotional and physical. His mind was at war, and he didn't know which side of him would win. His chaotic spirit, or his rational thinking. So far he had snapped at the woman from before, and he wasn't even sorry about it. He didn't wish for Vechnyy to be viewed as something in need of aid. They were conquistadors, warriors that showed might and strength. Right now, sure they seemed bruised and ill, but in the heart of hearts of Vechnyy, they were as fierce as lions. The stress of that whole ordeal had brought him to move a little aways, seperating himself to literally flush himself of his anger. The concern for his Nymph was still there too. The pale woman. Anger for not having found her had been one of the straws that 'broke the camal's back,' so to speak, and thus he was fairly irrational as of late. Temperment that usually held a gentlemen, was now that of a tyranical bruto. Right now, he was un estúpido hijo de puta. After his little bathing session was done, Cortes would opt to move on back, a few minutes at best, toward his family. His eye was cast low, his posture that of a defeated man.
(18:51:32) Drakov: Approach was, when not concerned, simply casual. Nose twitching long before they were in reach of one another, but he came to a grinding hault both phsyically and mentally at the womans reaction. Single brow quirked, lip curling in distaste for such a welcoming. Not that he had room to talk what with how he'd treated and pretty much ran off poor Odune... BUT YA KNOW. She was actually one of them. What was this nonsense?! Bable's presence was finally noted with a glance, though the asshole of a father didn't give much more than that. No, thus far.. This poor babe was in neutral ground with her daddy. He didn't outright hate her like he did those whome had passed on, but she'd yet to spark his interest either. Not to mention.. Ghast's state of being was more important. Though not so luckily she shed a light on the situations just prior to the easily pissed off brute lunging and cursing her out in repetition to his encounter with Odune. HOHUM. Not that this was better. Shit.. What was this girls name.. "Do you.. remember what 'append to you? In ze Avalanche?" Steps were taken bit by bit without even noticing, not that he would have been concerned either way but. His sub-concious desire to inspect the womans head had him creeping up on her blindfully. He'd stop, though, a foot or so off when sights took note of Cort lingering behind the pale girl in the background. Hadn't he gone out to look for her? Drak had barely caught wind of the conversation, being practically passed out or otherwise consumed in his own ill health, but. He could swear he'd heard such a thing. "Cort.. What 'append?" Voice trailed out alittle louder to compensate for the distance between them, had he not advanced by now. Though Bable's inquiry on the womans condition stirred him to offer his lesser child another momments acknowledgement. "No, she will be fine. Why don't you go grab zat fish over zere for her?" Poor Odune had braught 2 in good will, and while Drak had eaten one the other was left for brother. But it seems she was in greater need.
(19:16:48) Ghastly was relieved to find he was going to allow her space. With that bubble around her she felt more comfortable, but there was no way she was letting her guard down. As she listened, she remained tense and prepared. Her expression simply shrivelled with a furrowed brow and confused creases at his questions. "Avalanche?" She questioned in return. All she could seem to remember was fields of snow, a blustering breeze... but those were fond memories of the distant winters past, not the memories of the crashing waves of the other day's distaster. She could recall nothing, not even her episode of lingering at this pack's borders. She had even forgotten their smell... her own reflection... her name. Fuck! What was her name!? She was growing increasingly frustrated with herself, and fear grasped her now. Fear of not knowing, of being blind. "What is my name?" She whimpered out loud to herself, her breaths becoming quick and shallow, eyes widened and cast into the distance. "Where am I?" She repeated. Her head snapped about as the white male addressed another that arrived. Sunken eyes fell upon the figure of a brown and white burly canine. She searched, but nothing. Who was he? She swallowed, breaths picking up pace. Panic gripped her then at that moment, and she coiled herself, backpedalling and looking as if she was about the release and run, despite her bones and muscles groaning in dull pain - then she suddenly dropped. The gaunt woman's body spilled limp over the ground below, unconscious. Her only partially lidded eyes were still and staring, muscles unmoving. Her ribcage - the wound painting upon its side - continued to rise and fall however. The pace slowed, and slowed... but it didn't quite stop. Unbeknownst to them her brain had just performed something akin to that of an emergency shutdown procedure, preventing total meltdown. She lay now, peaceful, resting, as her brain worked to 'reboot'. During this blackout some damage could be healed, but to what extend could not be clear.... at least now, she was in the best place she could be.
(19:22:40) Bable-- Well hell, that was a quick way to get on her bad side. Young Bable had a slow understanding of things, so she was pretty thrown off when the woman flashed her pearly whites. Aight. Fup you too then. Her concern was no longer offered, Baby Babs not understanding this injured creature was most likely simply fearful. She let her father take over from there, simple snort being offered as she dismissed the woman. Her gaze did turn towards the man behind her, very vaguely recalling him. "Fup!" The little woman recalled. That was who he was! Her brothers had always talked about Fup, after all. Her temper peaked as her father called for her to bring the damaged thing food, turning her nose to the request. Why the hell should she get a free meal? Simple childish jealousy, though Bable knew best than to disobey her alpha. Moving towards the fish and scooping it up, Babs turned around just in time to see the woman fall out. Well, she didn't need it anymore. She also wasn't going to go pissing at her fathers feet begging for it. Quickly dropping the slimy treat, tail instantly flagged as Bable went to take a bite of the thing. Should any one dare approach, simple defensive growl would be offered. It was hers now, bitches.
(19:28:26) Cortés lifted his skull slowly when his name had been mentioned. Lazily his eye moved to look over, but as he did, the vision of the pale woman filled his eyes. His heart stopped, and his limbs refused to move for a few moments. Hesitant that he was even seeing what he was seeing. Finally, snapping himself from his stupor, his body was brought to life. Almost as if he'd been set on fire, he would move quickly, his tail thrashing behind him as he moved. Relief pooled through him, almost making his legs feel like noodles. He wanted to collapse in a heap of joy....but a part of him was utterly confused by these feelings. "NINFA," he roared out, his body moving with haste. He hadn't felt any sort of concern for another living being since Diverge. His body shook visibly as he neared the woman, stopping short of a foot or two away. He was completely unaware of anything wrong. It was a while before Cortes could speak again, but he did so to answer Drak's question. "I looked for her, but she was not where I left her." He grew irritable, wondering why in the hell she would have left. "Where had you gone," he'd growl, his tone low and full of irritation. He would attempt to move toward the girl's side, seeing as how he had come up from behind, rather than the front. "Ninfa, making me worry for you is not a wise thing to do." As he spoke, he watched her gears work, but her eyes and expression said nothing. Her outburst of not even knowing her own name made alarm bells ring within his mind. Her stress and body was quick to notice, and when she moved to run, but ended up collapsing....well it was enough to drive Cortes over the edge. Her eyes lay open, as if she saw death itself come upon her. He shook then, his eye moving around to spy Drakov, then the woman below him. He went wild. His body huffed, as if sucking as much needed air as possible, while he moved hurriedly to the woman's side. He looked upon her closely, trying to nudge her body with his nose. NINFA, wake up damn you!" He let out a low growl, his expression in complete rage. "Maldición, chica. Voy a patear el culo si esto es una broma de mal gusto!" He would recoil at the mention of food. Food! Maybe she was hungry! He twisted his skull, almost abnormally until he saw the fish the little child had. His irrational fear of hurting children flew out the window. La ninfa was his priority. Quickly he moved to scoop up the item, ignoring any puppy bites to latch onto his face. Right now, he'd take any pain that was offered. In fact, he accepted it. If he was successful in grabbing the fishy corpse, he'd ignore the distaste it brought upon his tongue, and would rip up any flesh he could. He'd forcibly chew it, drying not to heave up the poor creature in the process. When he successfully chewed up a portion, he'd run back to push his lips against the pale woman, a vain attempt to shove food within her mouth. He watched in sorrow as the slimy mess plopped unto the ground, bits of it still stuck upon her nose. Horror gripped him, so much so that he didn't even notice her chest rise, and instead, would recoil backward, his eye blurry with unshed tears. The first time since Diverge's disappearance...he was visibly upset.
(19:44:19) Drakov: Body was stuck in place for a momment. Confused in all aspects. For one.. The obvious.. Her condition. Assumptions immediately fell apon the Avalanche. It was the only thing he could fathom responsible. Even more so when Cort finally approached and went on about going back for her. But then.. From there.. Confusion shifted to just what to do about such a thing? Was there anything immediate he could think of? No not really.. The only thing he knew was slow gradual healing.. To which would be difficult if she kept up acting hostile as she was. Hell he'd have to choke her out everytime she woke up just to force her to heal! But then again Drak was thinking the worst. Actually.. No, after pondering that idea, THEN he thought the worst. The idea of having to kill her. Memory loss wasn't that big of an issue, but seeing her body go limp well.. She was clearly far from alright. Healing from such trauma's was slim. To top it all off, his unusual concern for it all really threw him for a loop. He was standing oh so still, seemingly calm and unconcerned but frankly he was just stuck in place. Watching as Cort shuffled towards Bable to steal away food he'd requested. The idea of scolding the child filled his mind, not just for her choice in actions. Pretty much blatantly ignoring him to satisfy her own gullet, but because in doing so he would be pushing away the whole situation of Ghast and what it caused. But no.. He couldn't do that. Had this been anyone outside of them. SURE! He'd let her die right there, just try not to leave a mess on my damn floor. Pfftt. But no! This was his pack. His responsibilty, and even though in most circumstances he'd let them work it out themselves for the sake of conquering anything that crossed there path.... A fucking awll of snow wasn't exactly the kind of obstacle he had in mind. It wasn't something any of them had in mind or were expecting. So.. After staring oh so blanky for however long it was, to which felt like hours in his own head, he'd find push forward. "Grab her scruff, drag her to ze pond." Teeth would seek a firm hold along her rump. Aiming to cause as little injury or discomfort as possible while still assisting in moving her unconcious body. Given Cort complied, he'd pull the woman just into the shoreline. "You're going to 'ave to clean zem wounds. Keep her cool so she does not grow fever, but so cold as to freeze eisser. She probubly won't eat right now, zo..." Though she definately needed to, it was highly unlikely. There best chances were calming her once awake and coaxing her to eat willingly.
(20:13:07) Bable-- Safe to say she was caught by surprise of Cort's sudden hasty approach, completely unwavered by her defense. He was panicked, an emotion Bable had not seen before, only experiencing it once herself as her brother tugged at her ears and tail in an unsucessful attempt to remove them. By the time she could remove herself from her shocked state, the man was already retreating with her claimed meal. She made a quick pass to bite at anything she could get a hold of, but she was already too late. Bable rose to her feet in a guilty submission, though she paced a slow circle around her father and the man as they fussed over the unconcious woman. Her head and tail hung low with ears pinned back, though her tongue lapped greedily at her chops. She was a little pissy at the fact that the food was being wasted as it was chewed and spit into the unconcious jaws of the woman. Given the chance, she would even ravage the bones with pleasure, Bable only being pissy and her pride hurt over the loss of her free dinner. You little shits. Drop it. Come on.
(20:19:06) Adah was fucking bored. BORED BORED BORED! There was nothing to do, and hunting was so fucking repetitive and rudimentary that it left her wanting. So there she was, all gangling limbs and haughty posture, blazing the trail before them like some bloodthirsty hound - her nose to the air and her expression a neat balance between excitement and frustration. Where was all the fun? Where were all the people? Giant was fun and all, but even he got boring after a while. It wasn't long before they ended up on some little clusterfuck of wolves - or dogs?? - and she couldn't help the almost hungry expression which sparked to life in her eyes. Oh goody! Without even wasting a moment with boring old caution and other such things which would probably go so far as to save her life in the future, Adah strode forward. "Sup," she'd call, completely lacking in any sort of etiquette, her expression a chilling sort of excited, "who the hell're you guys?"
(20:25:38) Giant was tired. It was one of those really hot, fat and lazy days where all he wanted to do was sleep for like twenty hours minimum. He was a big guy. He needed his beauty sleep. What he did not need, however, was to be dragged around the entire fucking reserve by some mouthy brat, but alas that was exactly what he was doing. As he trotted after her, not unlike a petulant child, he worked his teeth around a jagged piece of bone he had splintered off a rabbit leg a few days ago. He had cut up his mouth to shit, but whatever. He looked cool, and that was all that mattered. Not really paying attention to where the hell they were going, when Adah came to a sudden stop, he bumped right into her and probably set her stumbling because of his big attractive man bod. It was weird to see so many dogs in one place--he was a dog too (kind of) and he definitely wasn't comfortable seeing so many of his kind (sort of) hanging around. "Watch your fucking language," he warned Adah. "Be polite."
(20:24:27) Cortés brought himself to a seating position, pissed at the world and everyone on it. However the voice of his Tsar brought him from his funk. However confusion laced him. "Fever?" He turned back to inspect the girl, only now noticing her chest rising and falling as each breath filled her. Hope blossomed within him, and he quickly stood to grab unto the woman's scruff in hopes of dragging her. He didn't wait for Drak, but he assumed the Tsar was already taking action. It didn't take much to move the woman though, she was incredbly small, skinny... So frail. Adrenaline ran through his entire being until they made it toward the water's edge. He dropped the woman's front gently, his nose quickly going over her cheek as he did so. With Drak's words, he would lift his skull and nod. "Si, mi rey pálido." He would then lean down, his lips closing in on the woman's lifeless ears. "Do not leave me." His voice lowering to a mere rasp. "If you do, I will chase you down in the after life." His sentence was barely spoken before another was heard. His strung out body shot upward, stance erect and tall. His skull twisted, snapping toward the source of the noise. He moved toward it, like a zombie among the living, his expression stoic. His eye was lifeless, but alert, capturing the stranger before him. He grinned then, his expression suddenly becoming that of a friendly individual. His tail wagged idly behind him, and his body shed it's irritation. "More friends." Casually he'd look toward Drak, awaiting the order. With his one eye being that it was, he couldn't exactly tell whom the individual was. Cortés would then look toward the other face coming forth. Cortes forced himself to relax, though his body was engulfed in irritation. His family was in shambles due to mother fucking nature. The last thing they needed was folks romping around.
(20:40:04) Zodiak had been tending to his legs for quite some time, lost in thought and combating his demons. He'd been rather oblivious to the happenings closer to 'home'. This wasn't home...not yet anyway. It didn't feel right. The hallowed log was not very safe for the kids but he knew in time they'd find a more suitable location. Removing himself from the water, he'd shake lightly before disturbing scent crossed his nostrils. With a snort he'd force frame into a trot, ignoring any strains it may have caused him as he strode to tsar's side. He'd trail up alongside him and nudge at his neck before solitary eye cast down 'pon the limp body of one he'd seen before but was not familiar with. He'd then gaze to cort and finally the two intruders. Lips would curl in a low growl as he stepped forward beside cort. As much as he hated the bastard for taking his eye, he was still family and zod had his back. "You'd be wise to turn back" he'd growl lowly, amber eye never losing focus.
(20:42:10) Drakov: Limp body was dragged with far more ease than he'd anticipated. Sure it caused his still bruised ribs to ache most uncomfortably, but Cort for the most part had the brunt of her weight. Something he wasn't quit used to. So much so when he went to move he damned near stumbled over his own feet shuffled to fast. PFFT. Once the woman was set down, cool waves surrounding one half of her body at the pond's edge, Drak shuffled back and allowed rump to settle and tongue to lul out. Why was it so hot? All these injuries weren't helping in the slightest, but still. Damn afternoon sun, though finally faded behind the treeline, it had been harsh long enough to leave the earth feeling like a baking tray. Definately was not making Ghast's condition any better Ohwell. As night fell, the cool liquid would do her wonders. It wasn't as though they could do much anyways. Sigh escaped the beast, attention lingering on her unmoving frame and Cort's distained expression, before arrival of unknown beings was noted by not only himself it seemed.. But everyone present. Head cranned to the side at Zod's approach, a single lick given to the boys missing eye before attention before there... Guests.. "Easy, Zod.." Tone was low, neutral, unwavering even when the two became clear. Single brow twitched to there choice of words, and despite all the bad that surrounded them.. He couldn't help but offer a toothy smirk in response. "Lovely.. Ze locals arn't total assholes, zen?" That was good to know! PFFT. Russian accent ushered forth more so directed to his companions, but he paid little mind to his own volume. Though it wasn't like he had room to talk. Drak himself was far from a sweet humble welcoming fellow! But ya knowww. That wasn't the point. "I could ask you ze same question, da?" Sure they had yet to mark legitimate territory being so new to the place, but the smell of almost a dozen bodies was usually enough to fend off unwelcome company.
(21:12:28) Bable-- Attentions were distracted by the newcomers, meeting them with curiosity instead of aggression. Why the hell was everything so chaotic right now? As absent minded as she was, Baby Babs could not keep up with the rushing of events as they came and gone. Hell, by the time she remembered the fish she had no clue where the thing had gone. So she was left pissy and hungry as NANNERS attended to the woman. Placing herself next to Sickboy and Fupp, she observed the duo with an eager curiosity. It wasn't surprising that people had just wandered up to the group. Did they even have borders here to keep the strangers at bay? Has anyone even had the energy to set borders yet? "Don't potty here! We have to make borders!" The words slipped out from her mind and into the open, odd thought process incapable of forming any valid or necessary contributions to the conversation right now. After all, the only other loner she had met was Dead-Woman upon her arrival. That situation had ended with a full belly, so she really didn't know why she should even mind these stranger. Though, these particular few didn't seem to have gifts, but maybe they would take her hunting too?
(21:21:27) Adah's attention danced between each present figure, both sizing them up and taking inventory of various positions and postures and shit like that. You know, the shit which would clue her in on if she was successfully hitting anyone's buttons or not. Before she had a chance to do much else, though, she went tumbling face-first, ass-over-head, into the fucking dirt. Her ensuing complaints were loud and angry, as Adah quickly rounded on Giant (once she had, you know, managed to get her feet under her again) and attempted to snap an angry bite at his face. Whether or not it actually made contact was hardly the goal she had in mind. Adah was a fair bit shorter than Giant - heck she probably looked like a midget compared to him - so if anything she'd end up snapping aimlessly at air or pecking him on the face with her teeth like a punch. Take THAT you weasel! "You be polite!" she'd grumble back, more under her breath than anything else, as her attention turned back to the collective. . No one stood out really. Even the angry growling one with the eerie warning was given but a glance. Adah had no time to worry over such foolishness! Turn back! HA! Why in the world would she do that? The funny-sounding guy was given a tilted head by way of response, but for all intents and purposes Adah dissolved into a contemplative, searching silence. When she finally found her tongue again, it was because something sassy and impish was coming out of her mouth. "Well ya' could, I guess. Nothin' much for it, though. Ain't nothin' interestin' we go goin' on here. Jus' names 'n shit, ya know? You guys look much more ...organized," she'd say, drawing out the last word with a bit of confusion. After all, if they were a pack then obviously they'd have more beneficial information than either she or Giant would be able to pass on.
(21:29:44) Giant could have predicted they would be received like this, and he eyed the two carefully. Dogs. And look at that, they seemed to be playing around with a dead body or something. Cute. Instead of replying, he chewed a little more, mulling over why the hell Adah thought it was a good idea to march into the middle of this mess while he watched her fumble around on the ground. When she snapped at him, he merely leaned back to avoid her teeth. "Hey. Don't make me kill you." The tired tone emptied out the threat, made it sound like one he'd given her a thousand times before. Then another of the dogs gave some garbled load of crap, and he was left tilting his head to the side in confusion. "What's that?" English wasn't his first language either, so that accent was cryptic as hell. "Was that English?" he whispered to Adah, words slurring around the bone in his mouth. "I only speak two languages, man, and that ain't one of them," Gia raised his voice to direct that last part at Scarface over there. "You a fighting dog or what? Where'd your ears go?" Man, he didn't wanna be here. "Fuckin' idiot," he muttered under his breath--of course referring to Adah.
(21:43:16) Cortés licked his nose idly, feeling the humid air bake his body from the inside out. Damn he needed a drink. Unfortunately now was not the time. Right now, priority was these two individuals. Both unfamiliar, and quickly out growing their welcome. Surely his Tsar would see issue with these people, especially with Cort's master being ill and wounded. Cort wouldn't turn his skull to see Ghastly. La Ninfa. She needed rest. Peace and quiet. These two were anything but. Cortes would step behind his King, his eye wandering over the man's frame before resting back on the man opposite them all. The male spoke yet Cortes refrained from speaking. Like a good dog, he merely listened, watched and hugged the body of his Master's brother. Cort would look toward Zod then, giving a low bark, while cocking his head forward, almost issuing an order without speaking. Cort didn't want to initially rush forward. Instead he wanted to make a wall, three bodies forming a union of sorts. He knew both men, Zod and himself, wouldn't do a damn thing, not without an order. At least, that's how Cort would operate.
(21:59:07) Zodiak sheathed daggers, ear flicking back and eye narrowed. Tsar had given order and he'd keep his aggression in check. He was kind of thankful for it as it seemed he'd been fighting a lot lately; not to mention the avalance. Head would lower to nudge young child closeby "don't get too close..." he'd whisper to her, giving another nudge behind them. Zod remained quiet aside from that, silently waiting his tsar's orders. He'd come a long way since they'd met, he knew his place now. Attention would divert to cort and fangs would bare silently, a reflex he couldn't help, he was still mad at him. With a slight nod he shifted 'round behind drak to flank his right, rear meeting dirt beside him. He would offer a side glance, but his recently removed eye would not allow such things. Instead he'd remiain close enough so that guard hairs could contact his own, gaze lingering forward to the strange newcomers.
(22:01:21) Drakov: Sigh echoed forth behind his mildly toothy grin. Precisely that Babs my dear.. They'd yet to stake claims, and he was opting against inforcing hostility if it wasn't needed up until a proper home was obtained. But alas .. It seemed that would not be the case. Now, it wasn't to say the stranger duo had stirred up a fight specifically, but there lack of concern amidst the entire ordeal had him tired already. And yet.. He found himself laughing. "What are ve children? Forcing idle conversation? You come off as anysing but actually interested in who we are. " Tongue flicked out across his teeth as words came to a close, gaze flitting when Cort motioned to one side. Hohum.. So be it. Marked territory or not, Drak was about to slacken up! Intruders were dealt with right then and there, so that any future encounter could be given an 'I told you so'. Welp.. Let's see which it would be.. "Ve are Vechnyy.." Paws would shift him forward and towards the two beings, nothing ushered to his side sitting companions for unless a shit storm broke out, there was no need. "Und I suggest getting ze fuck out before I show you." No sound of curl of lip was given in to add to his words. Hell he didn't even hold much of a dominant stature about himself, it was for the most part, neutral all the way around. Gaze lingering across there features. Unless he was wrong in his assumption, to which was a rare hapenstance.. Even with those now among his ranks, they'd certainly not planned to join prior to his(or his brothers) not so pleasant meetings with them.
(22:20:28) Bable-- Ears perked as the strange man spoke of her father, asking something of fighting. "Yes! NANNERS fights all the time!" She smiled along like a happy little domestic dog who's owner was holding a treat before her face. She didn't understand that this man was being rude, or offensive. She more or less had associated their presence with food, and the simple minded lass knew nothing beyond that. Babs was just waiting on them to feed her, after all. Confused look was given to Sick-Boy as he whispered to her, flinching away as the obsessive ticking in her mind fussed over the thought of his sickness sinking into her pelt and fur. Hell, she actually gave him a look of full on horror. "I don't want to catch your sick." She whispered, probably only loud enough for him to hear. Her obsessions and crawling skin were given relief as her father began his zupzupzups, watching him intently. While he was no ERRS, she held a certain admiration in his power and ability to make people do what he wanted. Granted, he usually did so by taking away ears... tails... eyes.... Or so she had come to assume. He had take her brother's after all, so now anytime she saw someone with a missing puzzle piece she assumed NANNERS had gotten it. What the fupp did he do with those things anyways?
(22:23:09) Adah didn't seem at all bothered by Giant's bold threat, but she didn't do something so silly as to shrug it off either. If nothing else, she simply turned her attention back to the group at large, wholly unamused by their strange antics. Barking and hugging bodies and all of this other nonsense, it seemed rather silly. Either way, Adah was as attentive as ever, her expression secretive save for the excitement which stared out from behind lavender eyes. Giant's question brought her attention to him again, and she leaned her ear in his direction so she could hear his hushed question, letting a little laugh follow his words. "I dunno," she'd answer honestly. Yeah, the dude talked funny, but Adah could at least understand bits and pieces of what he said. But then he was talking nonsense and causing Adah to arch a brow. "Why the heck would I have walked over here if I wasn't interested?" she shot back. Logic might not have been her specialty, but she damn well used it to her advantage when she could. But then, no sooner had the words come out of her mouth was her question answered and then she was ...dismissed? Well, Adah wasn't a fool, and she wasn't about to try and linger where she wasn't wanted. That was, perhaps, the good thing about her. So, with but a shrug of her shoulders, absolutely disinterested in this group as a whole, now, considering their overall lack of conversational skills, she'd turn and prepare to move off with Giant in tow. What a complete waste. With Gia's grumpy insult, all Adah did was let out a thoroughly dissatisfied 'humph' on her way out the door.
(22:28:54) Giant was unbothered by their threats; anybody could talk big when they had their boys backing them up. And he had expected this, had he not? Fuckers around here had more teeth in their heads than they knew what to do with. A bunch of wild dogs wouldn't be any different. "Don't worry, hermano," he said smoothly. "We'll go, but I have a good mind for faces. Be seeing you, and stay safe out there." Then he waddled off after Adah to go take a nap or something.
(22:30:46) Cortés would sneeze, and turn back toward the unconcious Ninfa to water her body and whatnot.
(22:39:23) Zodiak Something didn't sit right with him. These two newcomers seemd a tad too confident for his liking. Perhaps because they had no idea who drak was... or what he'd done in past encounters. Cruel smirk that partially bore fangs would be given to the two as drak spoke. It was childish, yes, but he didn't give any fucks today. So much had gone on in the past couple days that he was over it all. More serious nature would resume, head lifting to sit proudly atop his frame as drak spoke of who they were. He was proud to be a part of the immortals and would serve till death. Drak's shift forward had him fidget momentarily in place, wanting to follow suit but not being commanded to. He remained tense, and would keep his post beside cort unless called for. Drak certainly didnt need help in the fighting department, but considering he was facing a duo, either Cort or himself would ensure that the odds would be evened out. However, in the midst of it all... nothing happened. Not a damned thing but the two newcomers leaving, the one giving what sounded like a warning. Zod would glare at him momentarily- Bring it bro! before relaxing some as eye would follow drak. |
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May 12, 2015 16:53:17 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 12, 2015 16:53:17 GMT
Letting off Steam
(22:49:28) Drakov: Tongue flicked out across his teeth as the two beings chose there course, dispersal. A inhale he hadn't realized he was holding in would finally let out like a tea kettle. How annoying.. Though all he could think in reply to there departing words was.. I look forward to it. Body shifted, twirling in place to set sights on Zod and Cort seperating to tend to more important means. Snort bestowed no one in particular, sights trailing to Zod before a nod was given to usher him to follow. "Zat's it.. Ve need a territory. Zis vill not do. Iz to open, to close to ze road, to.." Words trailed off in a groan. He was highly HIGHLY unconcerned with the locals. It wasn't as though he cared in the slightest to raise there numbers. Pissing off potentional members was not an issue! No no. It was pissing off the Tsar that would fuck you over. And they'd done it. Worst part was it wasn't even them as individuals. It was the ordeal as a whole. Was everyone here like that? He had to assume! Male limped passed the log, though it was barely noticeable by now. The only real remaining injuries he had was the soreness in his ribs and the drowsiness that overtook him from lack of energy. Though likely shocking beyond believe for poor Zod, Drak's path would come to a grinding hault a short ways from the log. Where the grass was slightly dead and trees didn't loom overhead. Allowing a nice view of the sun overhead. But he wasn't out here to stare at the sky. No.. Paws twisted him to stand opposite of the yearling, paws splaying and shoulders rolling. "Ve are to spar. I want to show you some sings." With a tilt of skull, he'd usher the boy on.
(23:19:27) Zodiak's single ear flicked forward as the strangers departed. He'd watch drak for a moment, standing as he turned to him. Head would turn to follow as he trailed past him, unsure look displayed on his features. "oh.. well, I can scout some potential...." he wasn't listening it seemed. more... venting. Zod took no offense, just trailed after him like a squire to his king. His legs were sore but it seemed his soak in the lake had done wonders to loosen them up a bit. There was a dull, mild pain with his steps, but nothing debilitating. He followed close behind drak, gazing around to take in the sights of this new territory. It was different... The grass, the trees, the smells... everything so different it had him on edge. Even the wolves were different---- Oof!!-- Frame half crashed into drak, not realizing he'd stopped. Zodi half lowered, tail clinging to his flank as he took a few steps back. my bad... Head lifted as he turned and spoke. Do what?? are you serious. He looked hessitant. All the last fights had been quite dramatic..but he didnt say fight this time he said spar.... would that mean play? like rough housing? hmm... either way he didnt have much choice, he was sure if he denied it he'd have to prove he didnt need the training which would result in a royal beatdown. SIGH welp. zod relaxed his posture and took a step forward "Well... Ok..." he said, a little uneasy before bracing himself for what was to come.
(23:42:19) Drakov: Paws shuffled, bracing the impact of Zod behind him. But the boy was given no hostility, simple a tilt of head back to set gaze apon the lad and a light toothy grin was offer. Body shook it'self out before proceeding forth, and once in position Zod's clear discomfort or... perhapes even confusion for the situation, forced him to laugh. "Relax.. It won't be like before. Zis is just to learn." Shoulders rolled, lip curling to make way for tongue to flick out acrossed his bemused look. "I vant you to try not to fall. Got it?" Before response could even be thought about, Drak thrusted forward, no sign of jaws splitting, solely a mass of fluff charging him. There distance wasn't great, and in that last momment before impact, Drak's loose limbs would spring him slightly more to the side. So that just as paws re-met earth, he could thrust right into the side of Zod's frame with his shoulder.
(23:51:11) Zodiak's tail half wagged, dropping mid thrust to dangle loosly over his hocks. Just to learn.. right... He gave a quick shake from head to tail. This was good, yes he would learn from the master so maybe he'd quit falling to those of lower rank than him. --fkn cortes-- He'd adjust his posture slightly; realxing as he listened to drak's orders. "simple enough." he'd state allowing a small smirk before he braced himself. Thoughts drifted back to vads training. OK so another dodging lesson right? Before single thought could be granted drak was charging. Head lowered and he prepared to leap as vad had taught him. However, last moment drak moved and came crashing into his side. The air wooshed from his lungs and he flew a foot off and onto the ground. Zodi quickly lifted to his elbows, huffing as wide-eye gaze shifted to drak. WTF?
(23:55:37) Drakov: As impact was made, paws met ground and a mommentary slide took hold. Limbs bending as sights settled on the down distraught male. He simply smirked. "Vat? You must be quick. Vork wiss your opponents movements. Rasser zen just avoid, roll wiss it. Did you see vat I did? Try it to me." Shoulders rolled, and paws splayed mildly to take a proper stance as pale bastard awaited mimiced actions. Granted he knew what was to come but! That was the point. To give a clear example of what exactly he meant.
(00:02:42) Zodiak gave drak a look -- really?...-- He'd rise and shake his pelt, listening to further instructions. Tail would flick with interest as he was given the opportunity to repeat the move on him. But how would that work? Drak knew what he was doing. hmmm what to do... As drak positioned himself zod hesitated for a moment before hind legs kicked off and he lunged toward him as he'd done. Before impact he'd jump to the side as drak had, however this time trying to slam closer to his flank than his side. OOO what now changed it up! you weren't expecting that one! at least, he hoped drak wasn't, mosst likely the brute had already devised a way to put him in the dirt once again.
(00:08:32) Drakov: Toothy grin grew wider. Claws digging expectantly into the ground. What? You scurred? Come @ me boi. As Zod lunged forth, gaze followed his actions. And just as the boy shifted his steps, so did Drak!! Like a spinning top, front paws were used as center point so that hind end could swing to the opposite of Zod's approach. Though impact was still possible, it allowed for two possibilities. One.. He'd swing quick enough out of the way that Zod would miss entirely and be forced to stop and turn back around. OR Shoulder would meet his hip, only instead of truely ramming him.. He'd glide acrossed it, balance lost in false sense of success. The mommentum put into the charge would leave the boy stumbling to right himself. Meanwhile Drak?! Well Drak had begun to spin right then and there! He'd turned to face the boy long before realization had a chance to hit! Spin would end with hind paws shoving him forward yet again so that paws could wrap around his hind quarters in an effort to trip him up and tackle him to the ground ass first! KEKE. See play? Cough... Nub of a tail would sway in amusement, as he shuffled off the lad, assuming of course.. He'd managed such. "Get ze idea? Move az little as you 'ave to. It keeps you balanced." Male would hop back a pace or two, eye twitching mildly at the soreness his ribs began displaying. Gross gtfo i'm having fun. "Vant to try?" See if he was prepared!! ROUND 2
(00:27:53) Zodiak This was it! zod knew he had him this time. Frame carried him with confidence as he closed in on his Tsar. Leap would be taken and poor eye didn't see him move at the same time. He'd shift to ram drak's flank and find himself going a much farther distance than he should have, considering his rear was no longer there. Zodi stumbled and cringed as extra weight was now being exerted onto his forelimbs. He struggled to not only stop but not fall for a second time. However the action seemed to be happening regardless of how hard he tried. Drak had come up behind him and rear end was forced to the dirt. As soon as rump hit the earth he'd tumble below drak's frame, rolling once and ending belly up with a huff. He groaned, this seemed less like a spar and more like, Lets make zodi bust his ass kind of thing. As drak moved from him he'd rise. Maybe it was him.. he needed to think harder about this and come up with some crazy way to knock him down for once. But how!?? Draks words had him eager to try; half expecting some new voodoo move would pop up again. Head would lower and he'd grin towards him. Bring it!
(00:34:51) Drakov: Shifty eyes. KEKE. Drak stared, brows narrowed in eager anticipation. Zod's mild frustration, though feint as it were, was still humorous. But he had to give props. The boy had come a long way since that short little temper of his. "Find your opponents weakness und use zem against him. Knock off zere balance and take advantage, lead zem on zen blind side zem with somesing unexpected." There was such a wide range of possibilities, to which he'd go over bit by bit. But this was nothing serious. It was literally just a play spar! Hind end would sway teasingly behind him, body loose and ready. Could he knock over the Tsar? Well we'd just have to see! Paws pushed him off yet again, his course seeming similar as before.. Though alittle more obvious? It seemed stupid honestly! You didn't want it to seem that obvious! And yet, those few feet between them were trecked at a sidestep, as if prepping to ram him again. But instead! Zod's shoulder was thrusted into. Rather than jump out and away, he shoved straight in. Bulldozing chest like a solid wall into the males shoulder, and at that same momment front paws had raised, allowing the entirety of mommentum to be thrusted into the assault. Meanwhile, those raised paws lashed out in efforts to wrap around the boys forearm. It wasn't neccessarily meant to grip, simply.. Entangle and prevent the stability needed for such a sudden head on collision. Needless to say he was LEGITIMATELY just having fun by now.. There were so many more less physical things that could be done, but no. he chose this. BAHAHA.
(00:53:54) Zodiak's head would tilt at drak's gaze. What the hell was that crazy mind devising? head would lower and tail would sway idly as his own mind worked, thinking on what drak had said. Ok..knock him down... Drak charged at him again and zod felt a small surge of ego as an idea struck home. It was a slight change in what drak had done but hey, maybe it would work. As he shifted to the side, zod allowed his hind end to move as he'd done, although not as quickly so by the time hind paws touched down, drak's chest was seconds from impact. He'd raise front end which would allow leg to slip upwards from grasp as he aimed to wrap limbs around the tsars neck as they collided. He'd force his weight into him, using hind legs to brace as he tried to use his momentum against him and cause him to lose balance. A playful growl escaped him unexpectedly, proof that he too was having fun even if he didn't admit it.
(01:25:06) Drakov: Paws shuffled him forth, preped and ready. Though just as contact was inches from being made, Zod pulled a sly one! Good good! Paws were to low to grasp much else, entirety of his balance forced into his shoving motion. There was no way to grip, no way to hold and stablize himself as paws wrapped around his neck. Though this wasn't neccessarily the best go at things in a teeth fight given the close proximity Drak now had to his neck and even throat, he was certainly getting the idea! Body was forced to twisted and topple onto his side as as to ease the strain of being reared up and pushed into as he was. A light oof would escape him, nub tail flicking frantically as he collided with ground. "Very gewd Zod!" How ridic.. Ya go through all that nonsense, that stressful traumatic bullshit, and fighting was what eased the nerves? Go figure.
(01:37:23) Zodiak: . As paws managed to wrap aorund drak's neck, zodi felt a small surge of excitement. This might just work. Rear legs shifted forward with the motion as the two of them came toppling to the ground. Zod would stand proudly over him, tail wavering high in the air; a risk he would proudly take because he'd finally done something good. Tongue would loll out to pant after his comment and he'd move from overtop of the Tsar, turning to nudge him several times playfully before shaking off. He was proud today, he really felt like he'd learned something.
(01:42:38) Drakov: Brows furrowed, lip curling though not in what seemed like aggression. But .. humorously enough.. Playfulness. He found himself in a state of mind only Vad had ever had the pleasure of experiencing! Atleast, to this extent. Hind limbs tucked in, thrusting out not obnoxiously harshly but enough to knock the wind out of the boy! Right in his gut. Like punching a bro in the arm. BAHA. Once he was off, Drak would shift to a stand and shake himself out. Maw parting to mouth the boys face a bit. "Ve should try again tomorrow, da?" Perhapes next time with the use of teeth! We shall see. Body brushed the lad, before shifting back towards the log. He needed sleep now, PHEW. Work out.
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He looked hessitant. All the last fights had been quite dramatic..but he didnt say fight this time he said spar.... would that mean play? like rough housing? hmm... either way he didnt have much choice, he was sure if he denied it he'd have to prove he didnt need the training which would result in a royal beatdown. SIGH welp. zod relaxed his posture and took a step forward "Well... Ok..." he said, a little uneasy before bracing himself for what was to come.