(09:40:26) Cinnema woke up early in the day, good mood remaining after the events that had happened over the past couple days and helped put her in a more relaxed state. She'd applied a few licks to previously injured paw, which was now not hardly sore, before pulling herself up from sleeping position by Zod and taking a quick dip and drink in the pond beside their log home. As she emerged and shook water from her pelt, she'd look around briefly and wonder what it was she could find to do today. It seemed that the majority of the pack was still sticking around the area, watching borders, so perhaps it would be okay if she went exploring on her own versus holding down the courtyard like she had been doing. Though perhaps when she got back she would clean up the random bones etc that were laying around, thinking that tripping over carcasses like she had last night could be avoided. Yes, that would balance out her leaving! With a cautious note to her posture, Cin would proceed out, ears pressed forward(c) (09:40:34) Cinnema- and nose working to gather all the scents she could as she tried to get used to the landscape. Though she wondered if anyone had found a more suitable place to live, for if so memorizing this area would probably be pointless! Ah, no matter, it would be good to find out things about the park anyway. (e)
(09:48:44) Kajmere had migrated with his precious bundle, never sticking to one place long enough to familiarize to such an extent as to note it relevant enough to be placed as a 'home'. Attachment in of itself was perilous, and he hoped to teach Monny this over time. Show her that home was what you made of it, not how much prey was around, the ease with which you could live in it, or any other external factors. Those were simply a means to make life more of luxury than survival. But how often was such things afforded to ones such as them? Rarely, at best and only sparingly, usually such miracles lasting no more than a day, or measly hours, at most. Their latest location would be a hollowed out log, the exoskeleton of what was surely once a mighty guardian of the forest. Kaj rubbed his chin and anus along the rim and ower sections of the trunk, spreading his scent and claiming the place, for now, as their own. [c] (09:52:09) Kajmere's ears, partially mangled as they were, swerved when the sound of an approaching stranger crept along the beaten path trod by thousands of mammals, hoofed and pawed. Kajmere turned with unnatural acuity, as if he were expecting some form of hurricane to blast him asunder in two seconds flat. The canine, of what he figured to be a wolf. Was still a ways from him, but he watched her regardless, nostrils widening to take in her scent, once it happened his way, while paws shifted to a mored appropriate stance to meeting a stranger, whom potentially could feel the needy guile to cause mischief. Or, alternatively. A steady conversation. Both things Kajmere just didn't want in his life. And for the oddest of reasons. He was excellently versed in both, but... they reminded him of things he simply wished to forget. (f)
(10:15:16) Cinnema took calm paces out away from home, all senses on alert and her body language subtly shifting to weariness at being away from home. Sure she was calm and relaxed there, but she had no clue if anyone was out and wandering in this area. Not far after she'd passed the lake, she was glancing about and eyes landed on a pale canine of some sort, near another hollowed out log resting upon its side. Her first reaction instinct was to tense up and walk up all dominant-like, asking questions pertaining to why he was so near their home. But she knew that it was more beneficial to be calm and just have a conversation, perhaps learn something about the park from the stranger.. Also considering they were a ways from the courtyard, she would just be leaning on the cautious side and not be so rude to piss anyone off. She wasn't in the sort of mood to deal with that anyway. Cin would keep her gaze on him as she made to approach him, keeping tail fairly low and but muscles tense and prepared to (c) (10:15:33) Cinnema make quick movements if and when she needed to. She was hoping he'd be friendly and not leaning toward the mindset of the marshmallow Tsars at least.. "Morning," she'd call out, her eyes briefly leaving his form to glance over the long fallen tree. Man she was fucking awkward in conversation with strangers. Sigh. She was literally forcing her voice to be casual and not carry with it hints of tension. "Sorry to intrude, I hadn't known anyone lived here." In fact she was almost tempted to just keep on passing by, but that would depend on if the coydog would keep up the conversation or not. (e)
(10:30:45) Kajmere watched the woman approach, posture shifting as paws lifted and fell to adjust his positioning, placing himself more directly in front of her. He had a little one to protect, and there'd be no harm allowed to his child. None not inflicted by him, of course. Not until she was ready to face the world on her own. Then... then he'd be forcing her into every danger conjured by the imagination. But always on his terms, if fates allowed. When Cinnema's voice pierced the early morning silence, the air still thick with a light mist and drizzle from the rains pervading the night before, Kajmere gave a faint nod. Aye, this was indeed morning. It was a greeting as much as it was a fact, and he was partial to remaining amiable to both realities. The dew and density of water in the air caused Kajmere's gun-metal silver and white speckled pelt to glisten and shine, reflected light from the rising sun causing him to gleam as if set ablaze by heatless flame. He looked fragile yet strong, timid [c] (10:42:38) Kajmere yet bold, fiery yet subdued. As further dialogue ensued, Kajmere closed his eyes for a moment. A brief span of seconds as he allowed himself mental prepping for the endeavor of speech. It had become such a difficult anomaly he faced on a daily basis, even moreso with a child in tow. "Ye nay intrude on wot kinnae be claimed as mine." He'd say softly, eyes fluttering momentarily shut again. "I n' mine kin came 'ere recently, so no way ye'd know we were aboot. I nay 'ave issues leavin'. I've no time fer havvin' n' baltic boaks comin' fer me n' yon lass fer wotever reasons suit y'fancy. Say the word, honeydew,n' we'll be gone." Kaj was as prone to violence as he was to diplomacy. That is to say, either or the circumstances, he was perfectly comfortable in either situation. But he didn't want to be. He knew packs. He knew group mentality. They never played fair. They never acted justly. There was always a possibility these individuals were different... but what was he willing to risk [c] (10:44:08) Kajmere to find out if it was indeed so? (f)
(11:25:39) Cinnema at first only detected his scent, but as he shifted to position himself in her path she'd inhale again deeply through nostrils. Perhaps, yes, there was another. But she was hardly interested in causing any trouble with him and his pup. Similar to his Cin's fur was however still baring weight from her quick swim in the pond so likely not as radiant as his seemed to be in the early morning air. Then again white fur had a tendency to stand out anyway. With a tilt of her head as he briefly closed his eyes, she'd listen with attention to all he cared to say. However his accent threw her off a little bit, quite different from the two she already heard on a daily basis and causing her to really listen lest she mistake the meaning of something. While some select words did end up going over her head, the quiet queen made out the general purpose of his words. Thinking it over a little she'd shake her head briefly. "I won't go looking to start any trouble if there isn't any already. You're (c) (11:26:46) Cinnema- perfectly welcome to stay here, so long as you don't cause any problems for our pack. I will however inform the others in Vechnyy that you are here, and perhaps we can avoid bothering you as well." She knew very well that there were a few in the pack who were quick to jump the gun and go in charging, so she would be sure to tell them Kajmere was occupying the other log just out of the vicinity of their claimed area. However if the Tsars would see fit, she wouldn't question if they decided they weren't comfortable with this situation and choose to evict the canine. Cin would nod her head slightly, tilting chin down by a fraction. Of course, she was leaving out that they were likely moving soon, but he would figure that out in time. "I am Cin, Queen of Vechnyy. If any of mine particularly bothers you without reason, you can be sure they will be dealt with." This was again overlooking the Russian boys. With another brief glance around, pale woman would make to back up a few steps, (c) (11:26:56) Cinnema- put distance between her and Kaj's kin he was assumedly guarding. She didn't wish to stay much longer and take up too much of his time. (e)
(13:10:51) Kajmere's eyes enlargened when Cinn piped up again, his core rattling subtly, dewdrops showering the earth at his feet. So she was of a pack, called Vechnyy? Unusual title, but he knew exactly what it meant. Body arched and his brows met in a frown, but soon he relaxed again. Memories and their nasty penchant for making him feel. Shaking head woefully, he gazed at the woman apologetically, though nothing of his words bore the same sentiment. "I see. Didnae kno' Russians came thi' far, 'culiar one tha' is." Having to travel the world, having to experience all the horrors under the banner of a human nation. Didn't necessarily paint the brightest, most welcoming of pictures. He remembered poverty stricken villages, towns ransacked by their own people. Women abused and sexually assaulted, and children beaten to the point of no return. Curiosity set in. [c] (13:18:27) Kajmere What side where they on? With a name like Vechnyy, it seemed as though their biggest goal was to endure. Whatever that entailed. But it seemed that, for the moment. Neither this woman nor her kin were in any reason or care to bother him and his mite. And, for now. That would do. "More then welcome tae catch ye a few victuals tae assure ye 'ave more interestin' things tae nibble than mine bones, dove." Perfect excuse to teach Monny a thing or two while they hunt. She was getting old enough for that now. Halved tail twitched, good ear twitching. "Ye've been most gracious, ye're 'ighness. Always goo' tae meet royalty worthy o' mine time." Haunting, fawning vocals silenced now, eyes keenly placed upon the Queen and her every movement. How peculiar, indeed, to have such intriguing neighbors so soon after coming back to Yellowstone. (f)
(13:32:25) Cinnema would pause as he reacted to the name of the pack, it seemed, eyes narrowing and muscles momentarily tensing as if to wait for any sort of advance. But no, he relaxed again and thus she banished the thought and tension from herself. No, as far as she could tell he seemed an amiable person, and sensible enough. Unlike the natives she'd been told about who were apparently crazed and tended to rave, it didn't seem like all must be that way. Huh. A gentle shrug would roll her shoulders. She herself had never been to Russia or anywhere like that, so she couldn't tell how far away it was, but it seemed he knew quite well. She herself had moved around, but not nearly as far as some had. But her Russian boys were not quite the sort to go and pillage and destroy. Ha. His mention of a sort of offering had her smiling, just the way he phrased it. "That'd be most kind of you." Did any of them fancy eating other canines? Well, other than children. She hadn't a clue, and didn't care to find (c) (13:33:21) Cinnema- out. Cin's head would dip then as she'd begin shifting away. "It's nice to meet you as well. I won't take up any more of your time, then," she'd say with slight pause at the end, then taking a few paces back and turning away from the log and in a direction toward the area north of their home, figuring it best to not make him think she would be hanging around near to bother him. There was always something to do somewhere, anyway. A single ear was turned in his direction, guarding her departure out of habit just to make sure he wasn't going to follow or anything. Even though she had a decent impression of him, letting her guard down wasn't something she did around people outside of the pack. (e)
(13:54:39) Kajmere's expression remained as blank as ever. Vague, obscured from prying eyes. When she seemed to take his joke well, his eyes would light up. No smile, no visual recognition other than a crinkling of the corners of his eyes in a rathr foxish manner. "Nay kind, milady. Only practical." He couldn't practice kindness anymore. Not the sort most gravitated to. He could, however, at the very least. Outwardly appear such. It made everyone's lives easier that way. Scars pulled and tugged on the skin around them as chops moved to issue forth his parting words. "Fair thee well, Yor 'ighness. May ye fangs gleam n' your heart beat strong." Prevail over the weak... rise to the mountain, as they said back in the frozen tundra. But he'd leave that out. She wished to continue doing whatever the heck she'd been doing prior to meeting him, and Kajmere was more than happy to find any excuse to cease speech. Tail would raise in final fairwell, before he tucked himself down in front of the log, placing [c] (13:55:47) Kajmere paws beneath his breast and curling into himself, chin low and eyes closed to mere slits. And thus he remained until his bipkin awoke, guarding the entrance and keeping silent vigil over the green leafage. (f)
(14:04:25) Cortés nodded in thought. "I see you are well, though I am surprised to still see you here." He took a ste forward, but decided to sit down as well. He couldn't very well appear intimidating on a full stomach. "Why have you not fled yet?" Clearly Cortes was in shock. Usually those who stuck around Vechnyy were either the newly initiated, or those who have yet to be judged. Or perhaps someone still seeking the benefits of a pack without fully joining? Memory of that one girl made him boil, but he tried to rein in his displeasure. "What is it that you seek by staying near us?" He'd then grin and raise a brow. "Surely it isn't friendship, you were nearly ready to bolt the day prior." Blunt as always, he didn't mind calling out a person's fear. Of course, he had his own fears, death wasn't one of them.
(15:11:18) Vaska slightly tilted her head at the idea of the conquistador being surprised at her sticking around. Had she not been clear enough in her actions that she wanted to stay? She had been rather nervous during their first meeting, but that did not mean she was discouraged. Perhaps she had not been clear on that. "I umm.. I don't want to flee. I want to stay." The dark beauty spoke. She needed a home, somewhere to devote herself to. Vaska needed a pack, or she would not survive long on her own. When asked what she wanted, the woman was quick to answer, "I'm seeking acceptance into the pack." Cortes pointing out her nervous disposition yesterday caused her amethyst eyes to fall to the ground. Dark paws fidgeted as she thought about what she was going to say in response, "No, I.. I wasn't going to. I wanted to stay." Vaska stated honestly. Ever since Vadimir offered her food in exchange for a guide, the dark beauty was determined to stick around even if it hadn't seemed like it. >> (15:12:36) Vaska had honestly been more afraid of failing and amounting to nothing than she was of dying. <d>
(15:33:02) Cinnema had wandered away from the coydog living not too far from the edge of their territory, moving in a north-west direction and not entirely in the way that her pack was, until she was a decent distance away. Then she'd pivot in place and head on back homeward to report to whoever was present there. Ah, it was probably a stupid thing to do to walk off in the wrong direction, what with Kaj living nearby and probably easily noticing their border, but that was alright. She was getting tense again after coming across someone so close to their current border, even if he did seem like he wouldn't cause trouble. Green eyes scanned over the present pair, Cortes and an unknown female. Was she one of them? Her scent seemed like she could be, and yet the way Cort's carrying voice sounded, it didn't seem like it. Though as she walked up and would bend to a random carcass likely lying about and tear a chunk off to gnaw on, she'd hear Vaska's response to his apparent questioning. (c) (15:33:37) Cinnema's ears pricked with interest as she approached, coming to stand beside the friendly Spaniard and dropping her meat, placing a paw atop it as if it were going to run away from her. "You want to stay with us?" Her head rose as the words came out, tail raising slightly above the usual level of her spine. The queen had never seen her before, that much was true, but it was the same for everyone. "I assume you wish to be one of us officially then, but what are you willing to give? What do you have to offer us?" She'd remain standing next to Cort, a slight smirk crossing her features. "You may be insane for wanting to join us, after all." Hehee, calling the natives cray? How rude. Oh well, she didn't care to be called out on it, she could deal with that. But she was replaying her conversation with Drak in the back of her mind, wondering if closing their ranks was really something they should do. It seemed favorable in the pale woman's opinion... (e)
(15:46:58) Yusef huffed a little as he toddled on over to the group. He was spending more and more time by the nearby river, and now there were new faces that he hadn't seen before! Her narrowed his eyes slightly, lifting his head. After all, he needed to get back to his ranking. Sure, it had only been Soldat but for a youth of his age? That was a damn hard task to accomplish. And now that had been stripped from him and he needed to get it back! Fishing with Dermo hadn't been task enough--now he had to try harder. His body had been thrown against rocks and beaten, gashed and slashed, and now that he had healed, scars littered the little hellions' pelt, one very clear one being a missing[c] (15:50:20) Yusef>> chunk of flesh in his muzzle, giving the 4 month old a permanent, sneering scowl that showed his freshly-gained adult teeth. In those jaws of his, he held a rat faterfowl--a duck! DUCK! How the hell did he catch a duck? In fact, he was growing to be a proficient hunter. He dropped the duck at the rotten log and gazed at it disdainfully-- he hated this...log. This stupid piece of moss-covered debris. That was no den. That was nothing--it would crumble. It did not keep out the rain, nor heat, nor cold. No, they needed stone. "...I bring vater burd." he stated sharply, "....Who are zey?" For such a young thing, his tone was hard and left little nonsense. [d]
(16:12:30) Valiria stretched, yawning contently. Her body was a bit sore form her adventuring, and the messing about with the Queen and Zod yesterday. Things were starting to seetle down for her, she'd found a home among the warriors of Vechnyy. It was a perfect way for her hone her skills, and make up for her flaws. She jst needed a sparring partner. Hmm, maybe she'd figure that out later. Zod seemed around her age. Though the gal would much prefer to spar with her mentor, her personal hero, Cortes. Normal minds would likely resent the person that scarred them, and took appendgages, but not Val. To her, it was symbolic. She finally was on track, thrust into the world of combat and survival, and she hda Cortes to thank for that. For changing her life. Violet eyes scanned the temporary territory curiously, checking who was awake, who was gone. Whe her gaze fell upon her ruddy furred hero, she bounded over happily. In her playful mood, gal slid over to the male, ignoring those around her. She'd [c] (16:13:11) Valiria. put a paw on him and give him a playful lick, before giving everone a nod in acknoledgement. My, Valiria was in a good mood. [d]
(16:14:36) Ghastly didn't like the heat. She didn't like the burning sensation direct sunlight left along the length of her back or the lethargy the heat bestowed. So, Ninfa had tucked herself up close next to the side of the log that Vechnyy's gang had laid temporary claim over. Beneath its shadow she had a pleasing respite from the high sun's beating rays. Lying sprawled, Ninfa's head resting on the dirt, ears and expression relaxed. Eyes were lidded, but she was not sleeping. She was listening to the on goings around her curiously, indicated by the odd twist of the upward-facing ear. The wound on her side was healing nicely now. The neglect it received at first had set in stone the extensive, clear-cut scar that it would become, but the constant bathing now meant that pink flesh was knitting in the wake of the shrinking scabbing more neatly and quickly than ever. Her full-body bruising from her fall was all but gone, however who knew the extent of the injuries to her mind. Only time would tell. (c) (16:14:44) Ghastly. She still wasn't able to recall the fall, or anything regarding Vechnyy beforehand. Still not even her name. Ninfa heaved a heavy sigh. Perhaps she would never remember. She had re-learned, though. Ninfa blinked, before succumbing to the temptations of the dark and another blink saw a significant lack of eyelid re-opening... (d)
(16:28:42) Cortés was surprised at the girl's answer. To be frank, Cortes wasn't one to pay too much attention on another person unless it was one of his packmates. So hearing this news was quite new to him. Though he nearly chuckled at the woman's words. Joining them was a hellish experience. It was full of pain, mischief and great strife...He paused, looking around the area, and only now spotting the Queen. La Reina. He nodded briefly to her, and smiled as she spoke. Though this pack had it's issues... It was a pack that he deeply loved. The individuals, the hearts that they all possessed and the deep passion they all had for living was what made Cortes fall in love with it's people. So in reality, joining Vechnyy had been the best thing to ever happen to him. Perhaps the girl before him had realized this to be true? Either way, he listened intently as Cin took over the conversation. While he took to listening quietly, the sounds of another made him twist his skull, and his eye took in the--- (16:29:55) Cortés---the young boy. Yusef. He was bigger now, much bigger than when Cortes had seen him. His voice had grown stronger, much tougher, like his father. Cortes would grin at him. "Visitors," he'd pipe up, in response to Yusef's question. And just when Cortes was about to speak some more, he'd feel a paw upon his flesh and a tiny lick as well. Startled, he would butt scoot backwards, his eye wide and his teeth flashing only momentarily. When he noted whom it was, he chuckled slightly. "You are quite brazen, young one. No one has dared given me affection yet." He quite liked being pampered that way, a few smooches and a few hugs. Though no one knew it, his hot Spaniard blood yearned for a few moments of womanly affection, whether platonic or otherwise. He would bump his shoulder against the girl roughly while casting his eyes about. The pale flesh of La Ninfa was seen. He leaned forward, nose sniffing in the girl's direction. "Ay, mujer. Why do you not join us?"
(16:53:29) Vaska had not been prepared for so many of the canines that made up Vechnyy to make themselves known. It had only been her and Cortes, and now it seemed the whole pack had come around. Not that the dark beauty minded, no. It was nice to meet the other's that called Vechnyy their home. When Cinnema stepped forward, Vaska noted that she must be someone higher up than Cortes. If she wasn't, then she would not raise her tail, right? The woman jumped to her feet, not wanting to sit when she did not know what might happen yes. "Yes, ma'am." Vaska nodded in affirmation, but stiffened when asked what she would be willing to give. Damn it. The dark beauty knew she should have continued hunting until she caught something to offer them. "I will give whatever it is you want, miss. I.. I don't have much to offer besides some knowledge about the area as I've already given, and my loyalty." Amethyst eyes moved to Val, as she gave affection to Cortes and to then to the pale woman that he ackwnowledged. >> (16:54:04) Vaska recognized this woman from the other day at the road. Vaska's attention was soon drawn to Yusef. This young man seemed to have a similar accent to that of Vadimir's, and this caused her to wonder if they were related. "I am Vaska." She offered her name to the pup, hoping that as well as Cortes statement of her being a visitor would satisfy him. <d>
(17:18:59) Cinnema hadn't initially intended to take over the conversation from Cortes, but it had happened and she was cool with that. Deal with it bitches. Her head would turn slightly to hear the wolves approaching, first her son Yusef from the direction of the lake with a lovely bird caught in his jaws. What a talented son she had! Honestly she needed to spend some time with the rest of them, he was unfortunately the only one she knew semi-well, and if she were to pass any sort of judgment on them as they were reaching half a year, it would be good for her to be able to do so fairly! Then came Val to bother Cortes, and the queen's head would not turn far enough to notice the winter woman hiding in the shade of the log. But she knew from the others words that she was there. With a stern paw being raised to plop right on Yus's scruff as eyes gazed at him from their corners, she'd give him a shake. "Yusef, you're interrupting." Had he learned the value of patience and quiet yet? Surely not, with (c) (17:19:28) Cinnema- everyone else enabling him so! Her voice was flat and left little doubt that she was expecting him to listen to her first and foremost right now, because everyone should know that mother knows best! This took place in a short period of time, before her obvious stare was redirected to the dark hopeful girl before her. Cinnema would tilt her head again, wondering if Vas would be intimidated by their numbers coming out of hiding. No matter. Eyes would widen slightly at her response, ears pressing forward with interest. "We don't ask for gifts, dear. That's not what I meant. Loyalty and knowledge of the park are all well and good, but what will you give up to be here? How willing are you to prove you belong here and aren't a waste of my time?" Her voice was calm and strong, a very slight upturning of the corners of her lips the only sign that she would be smiling. She had seen initiation performed by the Tsars only too many times, yet never had felt like stepping up to do it (c) (17:19:40) Cinnema- herself. At the moment, with the tension creeping back upon her, it seemed a nice outlet. Surely the boys would be pleased that she was taking responsibility upon her shoulders, and if Vaska failed in any way? Then Cin would take care of it without question, would accept any punishment they'd force upon her. Gladly, even. Her tail swayed gently behind her standing form. Should the woman's response be satisfactory and no one else get in the way of her interrogation, the first step into becoming a part of the pack would shortly begin! Hehee. (e)
(17:27:02) Yusef snorted and scoffed a bit as he was pushed down--what the fuck, man?! He just asked a simple goddamn question and brought noms! Hng. He wrinkled his nose and lip some, wriggling out of his mothers' grasp to make his way around the little area to gaze at all these new faces. Finally, he came back to Cin and gazed up at her with a surprising calmness, a collected sort of expression that was a little too old on his face,"...She can give me her tail." he stated then--after all, she wanted to give gifts, right? She wanted to prove herself, wear a badge like the rest of these mangled groupies? Why not join, and give up something of hers? He short a glare towards Cortes--YOU. You came and..did things...and took my spot! My title! That was MINE! If he had ears, they would be pinned. But no, though Vadimir was actually his father, he noew resembled Drakov, lacking both ears and a tail, replaced only by pink scars that were hidden somewhere beneath the growing fluff of his pelt. Indeed, [c] (17:29:35) Yusef, Too, was evolving into a wild marshmallow. His violet gaze narrowed slightly then, as he thought for a long moment,"Und if she doez not vant to do zat...zen she helps me hunt." Zod had to do it, it wasn't fair that she only have to give 'information' and find herself in the safe zone. If she was going to provide, she better damn well start now. He didnt get a free ride and neither did she.
(18:03:16) Ghastly found peace in the darkness. No confusion, no pain, no angst. Also when she slept, she did so very, very deeply. As if she were comatose. Breath becoming so slow and shallow it was almost unnoticeable. Every muscle was completely undone, and never did her body throw unconscious movements, not one. Come to think of it, as she drifted through the darkness, she could never recall any dreams, either. She always seemed to wake, though. So far, that is. Each time, as she was finding herself ever increasingly lost in the mists of her mind's darkness, familiar voices pulled her back out and her eyes pried open. Some were vaguely familiar, but one, the foreign - but a very different foreign to Drakov and Vadimir - was the one she found herself most focused on. Her brow furrowed as she pushed herself along the edges of her mind's mist, and she thought she could almost reach out and grab the memories from which she knew that Spaniard twang from... but it was never to any avail. (c) (18:03:27) Ghastly. So close, and yet so fucking far! Frustrated with herself now, Ninfa suddenly disturbed from her inactive state and ascended to a stand, shaking out that pallid pelt of hers; now imperfect and flawed by the wound raking down the full length of her ribcage. Just then, that stupid fucking voice was directed at her specifically. Feeling sour, Ninfa simply turned, ears pinned and moonlit eyes glaring into the Spaniard's own. "Because of you," she snapped irritably, before twisting right back around and moving further away. She contemplated visiting the river to bathe, especially considering the heat, but she feared that the darkness would take her and none would be there to save her stupid fucking ass. A metaphorical storm cloud undulating above her head, Ninfa simply plopped her butt down huffily and simply brooded. Fucking stupid man with his stupid fucking accent. Whatever. (d)
(18:10:14) Valiria. It made Valiria sad to hear Cortes say that no one had given him any affection. Was it from his scarred appearance? Valiria thought his battle scars were attractive! Not in an OOH SEXY, DO ME RIGHT HERE way, but in a WOW THIS DUDE IS PRETTY COOL, LOOK AT HIS BATTLE SCARS HES BADASS, kind of way. Hmm. Gal grinned at the male she had come to admire and, genuinely enjoy. "I 'spose I can be a bit cheeky when I want to be!" She nudged Cortes back, and gave him another affectionate lick. If no one would show her mentor affection, than she would in spades. Husky mix's attention shifted from Cort however, to Vask. The female they had gone on the expedition with previously. So, she was to be initiated? Valiria would enjoy this. Though when the pup spoke up about the gal's bodily sacrafice, it made her sickle tail twitch a bit. Vailira loved her tail, so dog like, different from the flobby dustbrushes their inferior cousins had. She had to come to terms with the fact she may lose it, [c] (18:17:16) Valiria. what with the nature of Vechnyy and all, but she'd give whoever tried a fight to remember. Brow furrowed, girl would content herself ot watching the intiation. It would please her to see an inferior put in their place. Especially by a youngin of the Tsar. Hmm how exciting. Honestly, Valiria would've just chilled their by her favorite pack member, watching festivities, with no anger or discontent towards anyone, if Ghastly hadn't have snapped at Cort. Aw, hell nah. HELL NAH. Valiria snapped up, and glared at the inferior creature. As if she had the right to be so disrespectful to anyone in the pack, but to Cortes? Her hero and mentor/ OH nah, you got another thing coming. "Watch your mouth" she snapped, voice filled with contempt. Violet gaze was intense on the ghost of winter. Who did she think she was? After the point was made, gal would sit back down, and ignore Ghastly for the rest of the night, as she did with those who pissed her off. If there was any issue? Well, [c] (18:18:01) Valiria would have no problem with fighting it out. Hell, she thought she could take anyone. With an annoyed huff, girl shook her head of the negative thoughts, and got back to the matter at hand. Vask's intiation. [d]
(18:42:59) Vaska watched as Cinnema pushed the young boy down, and after looking the two over she came to the conclusion that they must be related as well. When Cinnema said that they did not want information or loyalty, her brow would have furrowed. What else would she be able to give them? As for what she'd be willing to give up, she opened her mouth to reply, but Yusef butted in once more. The dark beauty's head turned to the boy as he spoke up about giving him her tail, or.. hunting. Her attention was soon back on the queen, only pausing to glance back at the fluffy monochrome appendage waving behind her. "I'm willing to give up anything. If It's my tail you want, you can have it." Vaska finally spoke up after making a decision. A tail was price she would be willing to pay. It would likely be more difficult to convey her emotions, and it might be a little weird to walk without it.. but.. it seemed worth it to have a home and something to devote herself to.
(18:59:50) Cinnema frowned as her already accomplished son began speaking up again right in the middle of her conversation. Did he not get the meaning of interrupting? What the fuck were the boys teaching him if he wouldn't shut up and respect the fact that mommy was dealing with something? No mater, she could spare time to give him a little lesson. In a moment.. For now a growl sounded from her throat, head turning to snap at his muzzle to grab it and shake him again. "Child when I say you're interrupting that means be quiet. Patience is a virtue and apparently is something you have yet to learn." While her voice was stern she had then began to smile. She was a little irritated, sure, but she wasn't mad at him! It wasn't his fault his fathers hadn't made sure he would know something like this. A lick was applied to his skull after letting him go, tail giving a slight sway. Nearly she would turn to Vaska again, if it weren't for the apparent tension going on at the sideline. While Cin had not hard (c) (18:59:58) Cinnema: hardly*]] (19:01:23) Cinnema- known the winter woman, it was quite obvious that she wasn't completely well. And Val antagonizing her wasn't going to help in the least, of course. With a slow turn of her head, Cinnema would outright stare at the mix blooded woman. She did not have time to deal with her right now..Aughh, people knock it off. "I suggest you hold your tongue. All members of Vechnyy are family, and if you have a problem with that you can take it up with me in a moment." Growl crept into her voice then too, and at once she huffed and turned green glare upon the initiate. While Yus had spoken when not wanted to, he had given her the wonderful idea of taking her tail. But was it going to be that easy?.. She was probably expecting it now, hell no it wouldn't be that! Knowing was never fun. But nor was giving her relief from the fact that she'd be almost at a loss without it. With a brief tilt of her head forward, the queen would consider Vaska's words. (c) (19:08:25) Cinnema. "Know that you are giving everything you have to Vechnyy. You'll be accepted yet your tests do not end here." One of the only reasons she was doing this was because Vad had been mentioned earlier, as well as Cortes knowing her. Surely if they hadn't chased her off yet then she couldn't be horrible. With a brief smile Cin would commence using the woman as an outlet for her stress and tension. Instead of going for the tail as had been suggested, she struck out right in her face, aiming to bite along side of her face and tear it up right near her eye but not close enough to injure her sight other than blood possibly running into it. The taste of the metalic liquid in her mouth was strange, but it was likely to have come at some point. Hell if she was going to keep her position at Tsaritsa she was going to have to get used to it, and she didn't plan on giving it up any time soon. After tears were applied near Vask's eye, she'd shift to the ear on the opposite side of her face and (c) (19:15:10) Cinnema- bite down on the top half, her lip curling momentarily at the resulting blood, but shaking herself to get over it. The skin would be torn at an angle, tearing off the top part and leaving a little bit of it at a jagged edge and dripping crimson. Taking a moment to spat out what she'd taken, she'd grin for a moment at the poor girl. ONE MORE THING, poor dear. With light steps she'd make her way to her backside, aiming to wrap her jaws around the tail behind her at a few inches past its base. At least she'd have a little bit to help her communicate with! Hehe. With fierce bites she'd sever the appendage, nomming through bone even when she was starting to wonder if this was overkill. But the act of all this was having her heart pumping, confidence simply rising. Yes, she was queen and she was acting like it. With a swift jerk she'd take away the tail and snort, dropping it briefly to spat out blood and lick it from her muzzle. "You are one of us. Get some rest and recover." Then (c) (19:19:04) Cinnema would simply pick up the tail, head held high but tail swinging behind her butt, to look about at each face present. Lingering on Yusef for a moment, and only just noticing the rain that had started to fall during initation. "If you want this tail, you can earn it. Until then I keep it," she'd mutter around it as it hung from the side of her mouth, limp. Ah, actually. Eyes shifted to Valiria, a lovely smirk coming across her face. "You have problems? Fight Yusef." Sure that wouldn't be enough to give him the prize he wanted, but it was a solution for now. Business delt with the confident queen would go to lay a few paces from the opening of the log, blood smeared and all, to look upon her court in the drizzle. Even with the rain, it was a lovely day, but she found herself wondering where Drak was and why he hadn't been here to watch all that. Hm, whatever. (e)
(19:32:20) Yusef's gaze trailed from tail-catchin' momma over to the dark girl. She was bigger than him...But that hadn't stopped him before. He gave a brief shake, before turning towards her and making his way over. Instead of the bouncy pup-walk that seemed so prevalent to children of his age, his own stride held a hint of a swagger. Without a word, the youth shifted and slowly, deliberately, spread his paws to center his weight and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck lightly and narrowing his amethyst gaze. His intent was clear and there was to be no mistaking it for anything else, even as his head lowered slightly to tuck his chin and protect his throat, and the fur over his nape and hackles rose slightly. Indeed, the match-up seemed fair, and the youngling was probably set to lose against an older, larger opponent....but he would put up one HELL of a fight. "Zen fight me."
(19:44:12) Valiria watched the bloody initiation ensue, with joy of course. It was exciting seeing the bloodshed, but knowing the inferior creature was being put in place, a place, despite it being equal to her own. Ghastly and her tresspasses had been forgotten, until the queen adressed her. The smirk said enough, but when the words finally hit, Val sprung into aciton. While Yus was prepping himself, getting in a stance, Val was charging full force. Though, while she was speeding towards the pup, the mutt had readjusted her course, to make coontact with the kid's side. She'd fly in, jaws open, and grab onto whatever part of his flesh she could, shoulder, chest, ven leg if he maneuvared away fast enough. Whatever she could grab, she grab, and yank at, to at least knock him off his paws.
(20:09:07) Vaska had completly been expecting for the woman to simply take her tail and be done with it. So, when the woman jumped forward and sunk her teeth into the side of her face. A yelp came from the surprised woman, and she attempted to jump back. This ended with her only tearing the area more, and causing blood to splash into her eye. One amethyst eye closed in irritation while the other stayed glued to Cinnema's form. Once again Vaska had made the mistake of thinking that it would be over. Once again, she gave a loud pained yelp when part of her ear was torn off. A huff of pained breaths escaped Vaska as she awaited for the final injury to be dealt out. She was sure the loss of her tail would be the worst yet. The dark woman grit her teeth as Cinnema tore through her tail, trying to keep a brave face. With the woman's final swift jerk, and the removal of most of her tail, Vaska let loose a final yelp. "Th.. thank you." was the only response Cinnema would gain >> (20:17:27) Vaska-- and even it was through gritted teeth an pained gasps. One amethyst eye strayed towards her tail hanging from the queen's mouth, while the other stayed closed due to irritation. As she attempted to limp off ands clean her wounds, she really just ended up passing out face first into the ground. <d>
(20:41:32) Cinnema gave the new member of their pack a slight tilt of her head as the only thing to acknowledge her strained words, briefly turning her head to look behind her and notice the woman drop the ground. Aah, maybe it had been a bit much, but she would recover. The queen hadn't known if she was used to any sort of pain, but oh well. Tail was kept carefully in her jaws in possessive manner until she'd lay herself down to watch the quickly beginning fight. Only then would it be placed between her paws, draped on one with the other laid protectively over it, so that her mouth could be free should she need to speak up. Her eyes would narrow as Val just went in right away, curious to know more about this woman. What the hell was up with her that she enjoyed watching others bleed so much and was so quick to fight? Not to mention her seemingly prideful attitude. She'd keep an eye on her, that was for sure.. For now she would watch, relaxed though fully prepared to step in if she felt that this (c) (20:41:39) Cinnema- was getting out of hand. The way the fight had started...she could assume that somehow it would press her limit of watching the new member try to beat the shit out of her son. (e)
(21:00:04) Yusef huffed a little and squared himself as the larger yearling attacked....Or attempted to. She wasn't very precise, was she? Even so she had aimed for Yusef and Yusef would respond in kind. Smaller and therefore faster, he whipped his body to the side in an attempt to avoid her snapping jaws, suceeding with a small window. If he'd had a tail, she would have caught it! Instead, her jaws briefly raked over his kicking hindleg, drawing blood rather immediately.FURY. Of course, that wouldn't stop him in his current task. Her momentum pushing her forward, hopefully she wouldn't have enough time to stop on a dime and right herself and he would use that moment of time to his advantage, lunging forward in an attempt to throw himself atop her delving skull, his jaws aiming to sink into the soft, fleshy area just behind her eye--or maybe even into the eye itself. Difficult to tewll really. His adult teeth had grown in and though they were not the needle-point pricks of his milk-teeth, [C] (21:01:11) Yusef's strength and jaw training from Vad and Drak were being shown now, for he had far more muscle to his bite than any pup of his age should have had. Perhaps added to this was the surprising strength in his neck and shoulders, enabling him to hold on through whatever wild thrashing she may have thrown his way. RIDE THE FUCKING BULL.
(21:15:52) Valiria had underestimated the pup's speed, though she really should ahve thought about his size aiding to his maneuverability. Gal tried slamming down on what she could, but only grazed the kid's leg. To slow down her failed charge, gal dug her paws into the dirt. Pain from the force of impact radiated through her legs as she slowed down. Unfortunately, she was too slow to maneuver around. Valiria let out a snarl as the pup latched onto her skull, right above her eye. At first the ga shook around, trying to get him loose, but it seemed to be no use. So, gal decided to do something brash. She charged towards the nearby tree, pulling her face at an angle, so the force would be on the pup. This time, her speed wasn't nearly as much as her inital charge was. That way, no SERIOUS harm would come to either, and if the pup got off before impact, she wouldn't be hurt too badly herself. Hopefully, the impact would be strong enough to shake the kid off, if not well..valiria would reevaluate
(21:27:15) Yusef's teeth dug roughly into her flesh and he tore at whatever he could, eventually shifting and sinking his teeth into her ear! Her precious remaining ear! Then again, he had no idea how precious or useless it was to her anyway. He shook hsi head wildly, digging his paws into her as he pulled and thrashed before--Oh no, a tree! He braced himself, steeling for impact and when she bonked his body against the bark, he let out a huffing whoosh of air. It did not dislodge his jaws but it dislodged the rest of him, the result being that the four month old was hanging onto her by her ear, dragging. His back and body would likely be bruised by the initial hit, but goddamnit he was not walking away from this fight empty-handed! Hind legs raised to flail with every intention of kicking at her jaw and face, even as his teeth remained latched into her ear. At this rate, he was going to rip the damn thing right off.
(21:49:16) Drakov: Drak had found himself consumed as of late. Wandering the northern areas in search of new residence. Little did he know a possible new location had been established! Maybe if ya sit still for 5 fucking minutes Drak you'd realize there was no need to be doing this. PFFT He was stubborn.. Hohum. Anywho, after his long mornings journey bastard strolled back home only to pause just out of sight when blood wafted his way. Muscles tensed mildly, the sounds of growls and conflict only amping him more. Paws thrusted him to run, charging into the scene dead silent and zoned in as if on a god damn hunt for blood! WHO DA FUK WAS AT HIS HOUSE!? -oh.. Movements came to a grinding hault, dust puffing up a bit at the spectical before him.[c] (21:50:30) Drakov: Well well.. This was definately not something to be straining over. If anything, it was something to take delight in. Though already but a few feet from Cin's location, per his stopping point, Drak paced himself over to the woman. Chin gliding across her skull, before contact was replaced with a lick. "Vhat 'ave we 'ere, moy Tsaritsa?"[e]
(22:04:34) Cinnema would tense as she was watching the fight happen and Val chose to go charging toward the tree to get the young 'mallow off of her. Oh heck.. If the brazen girl had been moving at any higher speed, she would have stepped in and ran her the fuck over to prevent serious injury happening. But for now... She would continue careful watch, judging every movement they made. Her body tensed at the sound of a quick approach, paws pounding against the earth. THE HELL WAS THAT?? She pushed herself up to a quick sit, her claimed tail resting upon the ground with one paw holding it there as her head turned and fur along her spine bristled. Until it seemed to only be Drakov! Oh boy yay. Tail began usual habit of wagging at his appearance, fueled especially by the prize she was keeping watch of. Relaxing almost instantly, her head would turn to look over the fighting duo. "Oh, nothing much. I told them to spar." Her voice lightened up, smile gracing her face as he stood near and gave her (c) (22:04:41) Cinnema- affection. In response she pushed her face along the fur of his neck, licking his chin and muzzle a few times. It was a good day in her opinion, but him showing up just made her that much happier. What a weirdo. Her eyes would cast over to the passed out Vaska, briefly nodding in her direction. "I initiated her. Seems Vad and Cort know her already or I wouldn't have." An impish grin crossed her face as she'd bump her shoulder against his and briefly tug on the soft skin of the side of his face with gentle teeth before leaning down to pick up her monochrome tail to show off to him. (e)
(23:00:10) Valiria braced for impact, squinting, ready for the ripples of pain to make their way through her neck and head. Despite the fact the impact was not as strong as could been, and that Yusef was a cushion of sorts, there was some force to take into. And with hte slam, she yanked back, the pain of Yus' teeth pulling on her ear making her eye squint, and a snarl rise from her throat. Take the damned thing, do it. Valiria would buck about, like some derranged stallion, bringing her forepaws up to try to pull him off as she jumped about. Once either the ear was ripped off, or by some miracle, the kid let go, Val would try to use the paws she brought down to pin him down. If the paws didn't get involved, (and Yus fell off) she'd still launch her jaws at the pup, aiming for the neck or head. Her next move would depend on the sucess, or failure of it all.
(23:04:25) [#] Yusef rolls 1d10 & gets 5.
(23:04:31) [#] Yusef rolls 1d10 & gets 7.
(23:04:35) [#] Yusef rolls 1d10 & gets 6.
(23:09:09) Yusef's trademark snarl rose from his throat as she battered his body against the tree and a shockwave of pain rippled through him, making his teeth clamp tighter. Furiously he gnashed and with the sound of tearing flesh, her ear ripped away from her skull, clamped tightly within the youths' jaws. It was her paws, however, that finally peeled the little beast from her head, as he was more than ready to mount a secondary attack, swallowing the ear remnants down his throat with a moment of hacking--weird sensation, not like delicious meat noms. However her paws slammed him to the ground with enough force to cause him to actually bounce back up momentarily, before her jaws rocketed down towards him. He attempted to roll out of the way, but with the wind knocked out of him, he wasn't as agile. [c] (23:10:54) Yusef's head was safe from the onslaught, but her jaws clamped down right onto his flailing forelimb, and he shrieked out in a mixture of displeasure, fury and pain, lashing out with the other free limbs in an attempt to kick himself free. FFFUUUCCKKKYYYUUUUUUUU.
(23:22:12) Ammir after passing out from the loss of his tail male had gone through night terrors, pains, and massive migrane that made him puke his guts out, after so many times it was just dry heaving.. male was going through so much pain and whatnot, yet he still didn't move from the spot that was stained with his blood... as time passed he'd start to feel well enough to actually be able to keep his eyes open, though barely. Body would shift slight as he'd feel a think twinge of pain shoot through his body and he'd gag softly.. Thick groan's would leave his lips as he'd try to sit up only to drop back down as things faded in and out.. "I.. didn't.. fuck.. expect this..." he'd mumble to himself. Even though he was woozy and sore male would still push himself to stand up. Claws dug into the ground as he'd hold back the dry heave that tried to come up. With a mild headach he'd slowly turn his body in the direction he rememberd seeing the white male walk off in for a split moment<c> (23:23:16) Ammir: before passing out, only to hear then the sounds of others. Fuuuuck that. Ears would flatten back as he'd shakenly move forward. "Alright.. one foot in front of the oth- grrk." another pang shot through his body as all of him ached from just.. everything it seemed. nothing on him felt good. Least he was still alive! Head low to the ground he'd turn it slightly to look back at where his tail used to be a slow grin would curl along his lips. "yes... It's goone." he'd semi purr and groan out. As he got closer, ever so slowly, and wobbily, he'd spot a group of wolves and in fact there was some fighting going on! Oh greeeat.. out of all the things to walk in apon, a fight.. maybe it was a tussel?? he didn't know honestly right now. But he would still wobbily get closer and drop withing good site of the others. Head bobbing from his woozziness(if i spelt that right) while trying to keep up with everything that was going on.. looked like a pup and an adult? <c> (23:23:29) Ammir: Huh.. weird.. eh who cared, though his eyes did fall on Drak, the white male who took his tail. Half smile half pained look would appear on his face as he'd try to keep himself from essentially fainting. Only to realize after a moment that the pain was increasing.. shit it was cause he was sitting.. nope not happening. Boy would stand with a soft, held back whine, not wanting to seem weak infront of others even if he wasn't payed much of any attention.<d> (woh that was long for me. XD)
(23:25:05) Drakov: Lip curled in a toothy smile of sorts as rump met earth and he braced for responsive affections. "Oh?" Tone was lone, speaking more to himself than in actual questioning. Because.. Frankly there didn't need to be a reason for a fight. Gaze shifted to the scuffling duo, staring hard and watching it unfold before him, before he was drawn back in to the the woman and her prize. Ooooo. Nub of a tail flicked behind him in excitement. Toothy grin turning into a split of teeth and a feint growl. "Mmm. I gotta say, I kind of like zee new memba's." Plenty of appendages to play with eh? Little growl turned to mouthing at the Tsaritsa and the fluffy item in her grasp, front teeth aiming to clasp around it in a quick flashing snap. Given he'd managed, the momment contact was found he'd trash his head gingerly left and right in playful fashion.[c] (23:27:47) Drakov: Though he only managed a few jerks before Ammir's presence was noted in the background. Gaze flicked to the corner of his eyes to spot the stumbly lad, tail released in favor of shifting gaze to look apon the boy. "Hrm.. " Paws shuffled benieth him, pushing him towards the brown youngin. "Why do you return?" Blunt question voiced it'self as he slowed to pause but a couple feet away. [e]
(23:44:16) Cinnema's attention was stolen away from the fight, the noise of their struggle just fading to background noise as her Tsar came up and was chatting with her. Hee, they could just go ahead with that. She trusted her precious son to get out of it without too much injury.. Even if he was smaller than Val. On second thought it was probably not the best to not pay attention, but she didn't contemplate this fact. His growl echoing out as reaction to her stolen tail had her own noise emitting from her throat, head tilted to the side like an excited pup with the appendage hanging out the side of her mouth. Hehe. Oh hell she would quite frankly do anything if it made him happy. She'd laugh briefly as he went to mouth her face, tail just wagging away. All the attention was just greaaattt. Even as he snapped at the tail and she wasn't quick enough to pull it away from him, she was more than happy to engage in the playing, so long as her tail wouldn't be ripped and ruined in the process! She wanted (c (23:44:24) Cinnema- to keep it, or maybe end up giving it to Drak in the end. The tug of war was cut short as big marshmallow stopped and noticed someone, Cin's own head turning to look him over. He did not seem well at all in her humble opinion. And he was missing a tail too! But from Drakov's obvious wording she did not dare think he was one of them. In fact her demeanor stilled, ears pressing forward and staring him down for a minute before Yusef's cry registered in her ears. While her man was distracted by this newcomer, she'd look to the side and drop the tail, paw keeping it in place once more. Lip curled for a moment as she'd growl, "Val, I'd hope you're smart enough to be careful or I'll take your tail too." Voice was instantly low and dominant, the switch from overjoyed to protective near instant. She wouldn't forgive if someone broke her son other than one of the parents or siblings! (e)
(23:57:03) Valiria. Pain seared through the gals head, at this point, she was 'used to it'. Essentially, it didn't make her flinch nearly as much as she had done when the first ear had been taken. Gal was utterly pleased when the boy was caught under her grip, even if it was his leg. Surely she'd have the bite power to crack the bone a bit, but Valiria was torn on actually applying the force or not. She didn't want to hurt the youngin so early, what with him needing to train amongst the ranks and all. Though the main motivator behind her mercy was the fact the alphas would likely beat her ass if she did anything to the pup. Mutt's lip curled at the injustice of it all. Gal would've gladly gone to break his leg, or take an eye, but alas, not every fight had to be won with a trophy. Cin's warning just cemented it all. So Val let go of Yusef's leg. She wasn't entirely sure if this was supposed to be the end of the spar, or what. With a half sneeze-snort, Valiria backed up. She didn't submit, or [c] (23:59:16) Valiria. show any sign of her resignation, but she didn't show any agression either. If the pup wanted to keep going, he'd have to come at her. Take the next bite, but Valiria would turn at an angle. There was no way this kid was going to latch onto her eyes. Fuck that. And if he went for her tail? She'd whip around and latch right onto him, most likely his stomach. No way she'd let the kid take that, more importantly, take two things from her. Not without a fight, and Valiria wouldn't give much notice to the warnings then. Again, that would all depend on what the pup would do. [d]
(23:59:45) Valiria: aiming at his stomach*]
(00:15:43) Yusef was not one to give up. His limb released and he wondered why, briefly. Had this been anybody else, they would have broken it without question. Yes, it would have made it near impossible for the youth to hunt but that was only a side effect. Regardless, he leaped back to his feet and charged her again--he would stop only when someone called for the battle to end. This time, he went not for her face or even for her tail--but for those feetsies! He delved forward on too-large paws and drew his shoulders up to protect his nape as he dipped his skull down beneath hers in an attempt to snap at her feet and limbs, though he quickly and sharply jerked his own head up in an attempt to slam the top of his skull into her bottom jaw to rattle her teeth.
(00:16:59) Ammir didn't know what to expect when he got to the area. head would tilt slightly as he heard the question.. soft groan would leave his lips as head would throb from the pain.. and the sound of the scuffle was a bit painful as well. Though he'd slightly watch it as one woman spoke up. At first he couldnt' tell what was trully the said then it all fully processed in his head. Head would then wobble as he'd nod, then regret that movement. "I.. hrn.." he forgot what he was going ot say as he legs would wobble and almost give out on him. Light groan would escape as he'd try and remember what he was going to say. then oh's quickly. "Ok, I heard voices.. People.. company I want.. Hate.. this..Lonely." his words paused and scattered as he'd forget some of the things in the middle. Head was throbbing more, along with the boys entire body. But the head took the most pain right now for all the sounds entered his ears. Eyes scrunch shut before he'd bite his tongue to spread the pain somewhere else.< (00:18:32) Ammir: for a bit and he'd try and smile slightly. "This a pack?" he'd then question, being this close he could smell other scent's around the area. And would only think this could be a pack from the words that have been spoken from the lighter woman. Man he felt stupid right now but he couldn't finish sentences with a headache, least his player can't. <e>
(00:38:01) Drakov: Clearly Drak, in comparison to Cin's warning, hadn't a bloody care in the world in terms of how the fight went about. Though that was not to say he wouldn't break a bitch if this some how turned into death or severe injury... He simply... Would allow them to make there own mistakes and suffer the consequences accordingly. Well. Or so he didn't until the mommentary sound of pause was heard. The sudden shift in atmosphere, though brief and subtle as it was, was enough to draw him to pause mid-motion towards Ammir. Head tilted to gaze about the spectical, lip curling at the sight of it picking back up again. "Winning means making zee opponent submit. You pin zee osser, or... knock zem out." Toothy grin pecked at the corners of his maw at his final words. Aye. Unconciousness was allowed, infact at times it was the only way to make the more stubborn of bastards quit fucking moving.. Else it lead to him just ripping out there throats![c] (00:41:14) Drakov: Gaze lingered for but a momment longer before he shifted attentions back to Ammir and his mumbled stumble of words. Lonely huh? "Aye.. Vechnyy, und I it's Tsar." Rump settled to the earth, nub of a tail flicking mildly. "As much... fun as it vas to take your tail. Ve do not take kindly to wanderers. So tell me.. Do you vish to join? Or do I need to kill you to keep you off my land?"[e]
(00:46:39) Cinnema's gaze would linger over the pair as their fight paused, but then started back up. Oh, she hadn't meant to get them to stop. Only, she didn't want any super serious injuries being inflicted upon her child or Val would face the wrath of the mother. Content with that, she would pick up the monochrome tail at her paws and make her way over to other conversation with tail casually raising to level of her spine, queen rubbing her side against king's softly, green eyes staring upon the male before them. She was curious as to when he'd come about and what he'd done to earn getting his tail ripped from his ass and yet not join, but she'd remain quiet about that and simply be a presence, body leaning toward Drakov's subtly and hard stare continuing on Ammir while her prize was clasped gently in her mouth as she listened in on the conversation.
(00:54:09) Valiria hadn't really expected Yusef to stop, but she just didn't want to invoke the wrath ofthe mother. Better to be safe then sorry, though the Tsar didn't seem to care. Hmm. Noted. While Valiria was tensed, and ready for an assault on the face or hindquarters, she hadn't prepared for an assault on her paws or legs! Naturally, she'd lunge jaws down to clasp onto the back or neck of the pup, but it seemed he had that figured. The force of his head against her jaw had her biting clear through her tongue, blood filling the mutt's mouth. Valiria's head naturally jerked up as she pretty much flinched, 'cause biting your tongue fucking hurts dude. Spitting out some of the blood, and shaking her head, Valiria lunged her blood filled jaws back down. At this point though, her jaws would more than likely grab onto the pup's back right above his hips. IF successful on getting a good grip on the pup, no matter where honestly. She'd swing as hard as she could to pull him away, and if the grip [c] (00:55:06) Valiria. was strong enough, she'd go as far to slam him down or toss him away. Of course, this would take more than the strangth of her jaws and neck, her whoel body would be involved. Once again she'd look liek a rearing horse as she pulled the pup up and slammed him down or away, dependent on how tight her grasp was on the kid. [d]
(00:58:46) Yusef's jaws reached--and fell short as his hips were grabbed and he was dragged, scrabbling and clawing back into the air and then tossed and thrown about, slammed into the ground. Unfortunately, the angle at which he was being ragdolled about meant that the first thing to hit the hard-packed earth would be his head, and with her force, his head cracked into the ground and the pup went ragdoll limp as everything went black. Granted, he had put up a goddamn valiant struggle! ...And entirely devoured her ear, so he had that going for him. Regardless, when he woke, he would expect punishment for what he could only see as a failure.
(01:00:02) Cinnema would end up going and curling up by log to sleep. [bc i'm super tired rn bout to fall asleep]
(01:09:23) Drakov: Gaze faultered once more, a momment to watch Cin disperse after her affections, and a replied lick from him, then back to Val and Yusef. Hrmm. He'd ponder over it, before shifting back to Ammir. "Aye.. Tsar, King. Alpha. Zo.. I warn you.. Zee loss of your tail is little compared to what's to come." A sort of last chance to back out. As he often prefered to do. "In Vechnyy ve do not crumble or submit to pain threat or challenge. Ve conquer it. Zis is vhat ve are. Avter ze loss of your tail, you are accepted amongst us, but your tests are not over. Soak in ze pond.. It vill help you heal faster. Velcome... Sluzhit." Head nodded, before twisting to point towards the pond. And after he'd done such, he'd shuffle back towards the log cuze yo he'd be out alllll day scoping the land.