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MAY 21
May 21, 2015 2:44:26 GMT
Post by valiria on May 21, 2015 2:44:26 GMT
(19:58:28) Cortés had lied so hard earlier. He hadn't gone hunting, though he certainly wanted to. His leg was too sore for him to run among chasing anything. Still his lie served it's purpose, and got him out of that situation. He'd thought a lot though, on his walk. About la Ninfa, about her illness, his own past and his old life. He shuddered at the thought of a new sweet heart. The idea of giving his heart to anyone, and them running off, was far too great a fear for him. Yes, even Cortes had fears, despite his act of being fearless. Funny though that this fear wasn't one of physical properties, but of emotional ones. Cortes grunted as he walked back. He needed to release his anger some way. Some how. Exercise this plight right out of his mind, and body.
(20:10:15) Valiria was a bit weirded out by Cortes' sudden burst off into the woods. Never had she seen someone that eager to go hunting! Pfft. Gal assumed it was cause he couldn't handle the energy of the two. Oh well, she had tried to be friendly to the wolf, not her problem if her attitude was too much to handle. But wow, that chick was so damn blunt. She pretty much asked Cortes to be her...whatever it was. Mate? Took guts, Val had to admit. No wonder Cortes bolted off like that. So, after that fiasko, the husky mix decided to mander off herself, to the far side of the courtard, take a nape, get away from the others. Though it didn't take long for her violet gaze to catch her mentor returning. Honestly, Valiria was a bit apprehensive about approaching her, what was his reaction gonna be after all that? Oh well. With a noticable lack of spring in her step, gal approached the Spaniard. "Have a good hunt?"
(20:20:28) Cortés looked over the very person he'd been looking for. "Ah, si," he responded idly. He moved toward the very center of the courtyard, assuming she was still following, he'd turn tail until he was facing her. If she hadn't followed, he'd bark out sternly. "Before me, now." He wouldn't dilly-dally any longer. Today was the beginning of her first lesson. She needed to look presentable for her teacher. He would wait for her to do as he bid, and would the begin to speak. "Let me ask you una pregunta... A question." He figured he should start explaining a few words. He was the only of his kind here that grew up in a spanish background. Welp. "Upon meeting a stranger that seems aggressive toward another pack member. Almost ready to attack. Do you A: Ask questions. B: Gather a posse, or C: Attack on sight." He would let the question hang within the air, his body moving to circle the woman slowly. Depending on the answer she gave, he would either nod approvingly, or dish out a harsh---
(20:21:05) Cortés---and quick punishment. He knew the question and answer could differ among certain individuals, but Val wanted to learn how Cortes himself fought. This was how he'd teach it.
(20:29:29) Valiria trotted forward, facing Cortes as she was summoned to do. Sickle tail head high, posture alert and focused. She assumed it was lesson time, by the tone and demanor of her teacher, her Maestro. Gal gave him a nod, listening to his questioning. Val would've certainly preffered to attack first in the given scenario, but a bit of thinking would deem that course of action irresponsible. "Question first." You never know what the situation was really, attacking first could cause an avoidable fight. Val wasn't sure if Cortes wanted her to elaborate on that or not, but if he did, she was sure to find out.
(20:37:26) Cortés remained silent for a moment, his body still circling. When she gave out her answer. "In a normal situation, you may ask questions. But if you note that this indivdual is read to attack, you immediately come to the aid of your pack mate. In this scenario, you attack first, mae them submit, and then ask your questions." He would, if he managed to meet the front have of her body, snap at her cheek. His teeth would hopefully graze the flesh, but without causing any damage. Perhaps a stinging sensation, but nothingg extreme. "Surprise is key, and when this intruder is making a fuss, you move fast. Understood?" He would move on until he was a few feet away. "I want you to do some homework. Whenever you see me, whenever you can. I want you to try to attack me, but you are not allowed to do it when I can expect you. Surprise me. Be fast, be sudden."
(20:57:33) Valiria. Lip curled a bit, involuntarily, as her cheek was grazed. Wrong answer. Violet eyes traced Cortes as he circled about. If she still haad ears, they'd be perkked, intense on Cort's words. Gal gave him a nod, "Understood, Maestro." So,, she was to attack him on sight? But be stealthy? Game on. Valiria would have to be fast, much faster than she had been in previous fights, stealth would be a new skill to master as well. Valiria looked forward to it, this training would be intense, but if itmeant getting gto where she neede to be- she'd sure as hell do it.
(21:02:50) Cortés would smile at the girl. He hated tto admit that he was enjoying the position as Maestro. Though he didn't want to let it get to his head, he stil didn't know if his teachings would even work. Still he was gving it a shot! Cortes nodded. "Good, now.." He'd pause, and would flick his nose in the direction of the river. "I want you to fish within the depths of the waters. You will need to be fast, like I have said, as well as be stealthy. This is training for you to master those traits. Not to mention providing food will also garner favor among the pack." He would then back away, his body moving toward the den. "Make sure it is an impressive amount of fish, my student." With that he would depart, awaiting the day when she'd surprise the living hell out of him. |
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MAY 21
May 22, 2015 4:12:46 GMT
Post by Smug on May 22, 2015 4:12:46 GMT
NOOB BONDING
Monro found a nice tree that offered just enough shade to escape the heat wave that had come to play, hell it was even close enough to Vechnyy's land that she didn't feel too much like a stalker; even if she was one. Rubies often floated across the small waterbed that laid between her pine abode and the rock fortress, out of sight out of mind; a rumble of a hungry stomach soon brought lady out into the open where she soon laid eyes to the fish below. Heat and hunger weren't friends and often times led to foul moods and unreasonable outbursts, lip curled as the fish swam in circles mockingly; she soon face was plunged forward causing a sploosh. Alas her attempts where futile leaving the fae all the more angry, and with nothing but dirt to blame lass went off hoping to find a willing punching bag.
Smug awoke with a start like she often did as nightmares plagued her mind. Leaping to her feet and snapping at empty air with a growl, she faded back into the present. Ouch. Sharp pains racked up her hind leg as she lifted the weight off of it. Shake of her head was given to clear the pain clouding her vision and then craned back to try to see her healing shoulder. IT was stiff but she no longer needed to limp in 2 legs, only 1. Tongue swiped over crusted blood and she was happy to see that the scabs were staying this time. Well, unless she strained herself. Which she often did instead of resting... Silly girl. Lips parted as a thirst parched her throat so the earthen-toned woman set about trekking to the pond. She forced herself to put weight on her leg in attempts to numb herself to the pain and thinking she could force it to heal faster that way. Splashing reached her ears and head perked up as olive gaze caught Monro. Looks like the girl couldn't stay away. "You joined yet?" Smug would shoot at her with a slightly teasing tone before lowering her head and quenching her thirst.
Monro turned to face her female companion meeting her gaze with a short snort and an upturned lip "What does it matter to you" scowling heavily at the woman allowing the heat to boil her blood. Watching intently as the other quenched her thirst the woman pulled her body into the water lurking towards the girl "I've been itching to join, to earn my title here; it seems they deem me unworthy." Swinging paw upwards then back down slapping the water she-wolf let out an unhappy growl "What do you think, your opinion has much worth."
Zodiak was feeling rather confident today. All traces of wounds had healed, and he'd bulked up a bit thanks to his growing frame. Thick winter fur was clumping together in preparation to drop, eventually leaving him with a thinner undercoat that would reveal just how much of him had really grown. A slow saunter carried him away from the den; south toward the small source of water. Tongue hung partially from parted jaws as light panting could be observed. When the watering hole was in view, so was one of the newer members (at least to him) and The wolf he'd fought back at their old home. Hmm... Frame shifted in tandem with panting while he stood there, single amber eye observing the two before a shake that sent tufts of fur in every direction had him closing the distance with a rather casual pace. He'd move 'round by smug first, body rubbing against her as he moved to grip jaws over top of her own. A simple greeting he'd picked up from the Tsars. Bite would be removed and slight nudge given before attention turned to.. hmm he couldn't remember her name... A step would be given toward her, "So, ..." a pause would be given as he tried to remember, hopefully she'd insert her name for him, "It seems you've found your way back to us hmm?" He'd grin, revealing hints of fangs beneath white-stained lips.
Nida stalked after the scent trails. The most recent, more demanding smells tangling with the indentations on the forest floor has her sashay farther south, tail tucked. Her search results in a fruitful finding with a party of three. The same bittersweet feelings return at the sight of interaction between Smug and Zod - although harmless it were for a greeting - as she planted her paws neatly in the scant growing greenery. Nida snags onto the chunk of the conversation coming on Monro's part and cursorily snorts. "Considering none have attacked you on sight .. it's a promising start," interjected the arbitrary insight.
Smug's eyes widened as Monro was short-tempered and lashed out with her words. Soft warning growl emanated from her throat. "Patience is a virtue. One you must learn if you are to join the ranks. A temper will not get you far, it will get you killed." Her voice had remained steady and demeanor calm as she wasn't here to instigate a fight and she was ruled by her own words. Sure she lost her temper fairly often... But only on those that deserved it. Thoughts flicked back to the two trespassing thieves that had met their ends at her jaws. Olive gaze widened slightly once more at her last words. Why would her opinion hold any value to this woman? She was the lowest of the ranks within Vechnyy. Maw parted to answer when Zodi waltzed up to them. Head turned to greet him as she recognized his scent before setting sights on him, small smile given. She struggled to hold in the sudden urge to giggle as the burly man was a mess of loose fur and fluff. He looked like a baby penguin losing its down. How cute! Head dipped as he greeted her the same way she had seen the Tsars do, although no one had greeted her this way before. Tongue darted out to lick his cheek once he let go before he addressed Monro. Eyes glanced back at herself to find her side covered in tawny fur that he had shed when rubbing up against her. Nose wrinkled slightly but she couldn't help but let loose a small chuckle. Eyes then found Nida and another smile was offered in greeting. Although the conflicted look in the woman's eyes set Smug's mind wondering what could be wrong.
Monro's audits twitched towards the sound of a few other of Vechnyy approaching, lip curled as Zodiak's scent came wafting under wind though the scowl was stifled at Nida's appearance; granting her a light nod as she spoke "Ah I suppose that could be true." Orbs peeled from the ebony woman to her assumed lover who was still awaiting an answer, a sly smirk inched across woman's features as rubies rolled over him as she spoke "Besides how could I stay away?" Sloshing through the water onto dry land fem gave a shake spreading wetness like a virus, once happily dry she approached the shedding boy with a scowl "You're looking to be in good shape; perhaps we should just get this out of the way?" Twisted smirk came across features as she drew closer towards him "Only the strong survive anyways."
Zodiak's features would stiffen as Nida's presence was noted in more ways than one. A momentary shift in gaze toward her would leave him staring, tail swaying slowly as nose twitched against the summer's air. What scents that had been taken in left him with chills that forced the boy to shake before turning back to monro. The bridge of his muzzle would wrinkle as she approached him, "Someone's eager..." he mused, puffing up some and taking a step toward her. "You wish to join...?" he paused to allow an answer "How far would you be willing to go? What would you Sacrifice in the name of your Pack!?" the last word would be spat in her direction, lips curling to bare fangs. Everyone in this pack had sacrificed and would continue to do so for their Tsars. This was a commitment that if broken.. meant death.
Nida sways her tail side to side with tentative motivation. Her eyes look over Monro, she remembered her well, and then back over to Smug, lips curling; it'd been a short while since they met! " Hello, Smug," she calls out with a haphazard smile. Nida was about to join them until Monro's enthusiasm got the better of her, to where she'd prompted the process to be done and over. One ear slicks back to her head. The burly woman would not speak, wordless, as she was intent to imbibing all the details she can get- this certainly looked promising. So .. she just sits.
Smug's gaze traveled back and forth between the two as they spat at each other. Oh the drama. Unimpressed stare would be offered as they got all hot and bothered (heheh) over each other. It seemed that Zodi was Monro's initiation partner. Damn. She had been hoping to nab her ear or tail to present to the Tsars like she had seen others doing. She assumed it was part of the initiation process since all newbies seemed to be missing one or the other. The fighting woman had come to the pack already missing both ears and not even a nub of a tail to speak of. Pushing herself to her feet with some effort, pained growl whispered from her throat as she was frustrated with the hurting back leg. Scowl was given to no one in particular while she turned to get out of their way. Head was lowered and teeth clamped tightly together as she limped her way over to Nida to sit with her and watch. The earthen woman almost tripped over a rock as her back leg gave in. Well this sucked. Nudge was offered to Nida's cheek quickly before Smug turned and dropped to the ground heavily, injured leg up. Head turned to let her tongue swipe over it gingerly before attention was brought back to watch the two fight.
Monro eyed the brute carefully assessing his expression, his rage which was only met with a mild growl of annoyance "I will give my all to Vechnyy, prove my merit not only to the Tsars by to myself.." drawing crown back when she was spat at allowing orbs to narrow. Nairs wafted over the smell of estrus causing nose to twitch over the mild scent, orbs moved towards its owner smirking at Nida with mild interest then to Smug before moving back towards Zodiak who was offered a coy smirk "Besides with pretty girls around, who wouldn't want to prove their worth?" Brows wiggled at him as nose began to crinkle with distaste "I'll fight you and anyone else if that what it takes" snapping at him with a growl. Come at me bruh.
Zodiak would give a smirk in nida's direction, slight dip of his muzzle was given as gaze slowly drifted to the pile of wolf residing next to her. Have fun bby <3. Single eye would roll unenthusiastic back to monro, "You will give whatever is demanded of you." he stated , head lifting as single ear pressed forward. He remained stationed and unmoved by her joking comment, eyes narrowing as aggression took hold of her features. He remained calm, remembering all the things he'd been taught since joining. Temper, strategy, movement; it was all flooding his mind as everyone else was tuned out. Features remained un-tarnished by her words but as the girl sent a snap in his direction he'd unwind like a viper, lunging parted jaws forward to clamp down over the entirety of her muzzle as her own jaws closed. Success in this would have him biting down hard like a croc on the leg of a zebra. His single amber eye would be aligned perfectly with her own and a twinge of amusement flickered in them before head would twist up and right slightly and quickly shift in the opposite direction to have her toppling down onto her side.
Nida observed the two wield their egos as a shield of armor.. Her tail thumps against the ground when Zod paid her mind, and she licks her lips eagerly if and when his single pirate eye found her person. Rawr, back atcha! Her throat contracts. Ahem. As Smug came over with a gangling walk and nearly tripping over a pebble, her scarred muzzle extended out to catch the fur about her snout to provide a ginger hello. Lowering down onto her stomach in order to contently rest and watch in the background beside Smug, a mused quiver of her nose was made to Monro's suggestive behavior. Dohohoho. As Monro enticed Zod to attack, her focus shift onto Smug with a crooked grin -- " would you like to spar ..?" Nida hadn't forgotten about her lame back leg!
Smug watched the two as Zod made the first move, striking out like a snake. He was pretty quick. Must have been practicing lots with the Tsars. Good for him. She wished she had been able to practice with them as well. Sigh. Their schedules seemed to be off however and they were always busy with one thing or another. That's ok, she had found other sparring buddies and made use of her time hunting for and guarding the pack. Olive eyes shifted to the woman beside her as she brought up the idea of a spar. Looks like she had been thinking the same thing maybe? Brow lifted and single tooth was shown in a grin as Smug regarded her. "Bring it!" The earthen woman rolled onto her back and away, allowing her to use the momentum and gain her footing without hurting her back leg. Gaze shifted into a playful seriousness as she stood facing her opponent. Muscles tensed and all senses zoned in on Nida.
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RIGHTEOUS TROPHY
Soldat Mission - Successful
Nida x Smug
Nida, pleasantly surprised, raised her ears upright as the other she-wolf began to roll. She rose onto all fours, shaking with all the girth and loose skin noisily, and then leveled off; tail aligned with spine, eyes fixated on the other, now viewed as her opponent, and taking in fine detail through sensory input. Once Smug was on her feet, Nida's hind legs tensed expectantly, and the husky she-wolf lurched forward with a decisive spring. Chin remained tuck to prevent her throat from being exposed and taken. It'd only move when a specific amount of ground was covered to snap her teeth at the other's muzzle, teeth exposed, tongue drawn back, and drooling galore.
Smug would let loose a bellowing battle cry just before Nida launched herself at her. Head would dip to protect own throat as Nida flashed her teeth and aimed. Head ducked out of the way as legs crouched. She could feel the teeth scrape across her crown, but the movement had hopefully allowed her to dodge the bulk of the attack at her muzzle. Drool rolled down her cheek and forehead from the other. Ew. Gross. Head would then whip up in an attempt to headbutt the woman's bottom jaw before her own parted to reveal ivories that aimed to catch at either throat or side of the neck depending on how Nida had turned. Legs pushed the earthen woman forward, pressing her weight into Nida's and trying to put her off-balance no matter where her maw had landed.
Nida's teeth closed shut with a metallic snap at the air, and repeatedly, as Smug evaded her initial attack. She hadn't expected to get anything right then and there. Oh well! Smug's head hit the bottom of the woman's jaw, and in the wake of the impact a sharp ache came to fruition. Nida stumbles off to the side with legs fighting for the elusive poise. A soft snarl rippled from her throat -- good one! Nida's loose fur and skin to the side of her neck was taken successfully and naturally the husky woman would side step away and stretch that flexible flesh. That way her teeth could have a firm grip to Smug's foreleg. If the endeavor was successful, she'd rear her head and with it the possessed leg, all while a tentative lean of weight would be initiated.
Smug growled playfully as she was successful in both accounts. When the teeth closed around her leg, woman would lift it up, driving her back legs into the soil to keep her balance - although her gimp leg hurt like a mofo - and push off to crash her weight into the woman's side. If she was going down, Nida was coming with her! If not, rear end would swing around to bash into Nida's hip and Smug would push with her grip on the neck. This would hopefully cause the woman to stumble to the side and let go of her leg in an effort to remain balanced. If successful, the two would topple together. Hold was abandoned as if she had continue to tug, blood would have likely been drawn. It was only a spar after all! Now that the weight was off of her leg, the pain had lessened and the woman got more into the battle. Teeth would move to to catch at an ear and tug playfully instead.
Nida didn't thrash violently or try to cause her, no, not like those two over yonder getting it on. Smug was already wounded and the less damage done the better. As the woman rose up, so does Nida's head, provided Smug's leg she had hold of was lifted. Her awkward hold to the woman's foreleg persists for as long as possible, being a stubborn butthead. So when she rammed her shoulder into her side with momentum backed by a lurch, a searing pain she'd not felt in an age comes to. Still holding the leg, and being knocked, she takes the leg with her while using and manipulating the projected force by stumbling off to the side and legs struggling to keep up; a yank was attempted, to help heave Smug down to the ground with her. She'd release the leg, of course, and nip at any part her mouth can get on!
Smug tumbled down in a tangle of limbs with the woman. It was hard to tell who'd legs belonged to who when looking at them. Fore paw would come up to bat at her face as she set to nipping her maw. Own affections were returned in the forms of nips across Nida's cheek and up to her ear again where her tongue lolled out to tickle it. Well this was interesting. This is the most bonding Smug had ever done with anybody. What had started out as a spar had devolved into affectionate nipping and licks. WEIRD. The inexperienced woman only hoped she was playing properly since she'd never been shown how to. Smug was nervous about hurting the lovely woman playing with her, she probably already had, but that didn't stop her from trying! The scabbing on her shoulder flaked off when scraped across the dirt, but she didn't even notice the stinging as she was focusing so hard on playing nicely and having fun. She'd never known fun like this. Why couldn't it be this way all the time? Hmm.. but Smug was pretty sure she would miss fighting. It was in her blood. More a part of her than anything.
Nida's tail a mad crazy wag as they both came down. Gracefully. Totes. A whiny noise sounding like "arrrrrrrrr" came about, feeling a paw smush against her face. Hnnng. She nips and slobbers at her paw and at her muzzle coming for her face, and maybe accidentally hitting each other intermittently. Nothing bone-jarring, just skin to skin contact, utterly harmless! Her own paws came up to flail in the air to perhaps maintain a leeway and space as she'd deliberated her next course of action. It probably consisted with an escape plan .. yeah, still in the works there! Her side hurt like a mofo but she goes against the grain of the idea of tending and cupping what would probably be a bruise- something she can't do much for. Hopefully the slobber coated her more!!!
Smug. The fighting duo near them had been all but forgotten as she was enraptured by their own activities. Whoosh of air came forth as the two knocked muzzles and something made contact with her lame leg. OUCH. Slobber coated her paw thickly and the earthy woman wrinkled her nose in an amused yet mockingly disgusted face. "Uelch." Some cross of a grossed out sound came forth and the pain in her leg was forgotten. The soaked paw was then shifted to push into the area where neck connects with chest on the stocky female across from her and push her away, second paw joining the first and craning neck back. It almost looked like she was stretching. It was then that the blood smears on the ground came to attention as she moved. Oh no! Did she hurt Nida? Smug didn't even stop to consider it could be her own. Pushing ceased and she rolled onto her side/stomach to begin licking at Nida's maw with a small whine to make sure she was not hurt.
Nida juts her pouting tongue toward Smug and her comical expression. "You love i--" and then the darkly furred she-wolf felt force pressed a pinch above her chest, though somewhere below her neck, causing the sentence to abruptly cut short. Hnnnng. Nida rolls onto her stomach - and purposely closer to Smug!- with a heft of enthusiasm to see some blood besmirch the ground. And when she looked up --- BAM! the she-wolf was there, licking and whining and remorseful! " You're blee--" A nasty expression goes across her face when her tongue glanced at her incisors and snout. Licking and slobbering is no longer her job, apparently.
Smug was surprised and oddly pleased when Nida rolled into instead of away from her. Playtime was fun! The blood drew her attentions though and the woman cut Nida off while she tried to talk with her overbearing worry. Man Smug was so bipolar. This was also a new emotion for her... Never before had she connected with anyone in order to worry about them. Of course she would lay down her life for the Tsars and the pack and hoped they would stay safe.. Oh wait. Seems she had experienced worry without even knowing what the hell that nameless emotion had been. This time is was so immediate though that she had no idea what to do so Smug set about licking Nida across her face and down her cheek and neck while nose poked around for the source of the blood. Only when the stinging touched her shoulder once more while she shifted did her olive eyes drift down to her shoulder. Oh... Sheepishly she peeked back up at Nida and offered an embarrassed smile at her slobbered on face. Whoops.
Nida expels her squirming tongue like that would help rid of the cooties. Hnnnnng. She'd reach a paw out and poke the fur around her cheek as Smug came in whining and trying to lick at her face. It was a love tap, though; so nothing to push her away, hurt her feels, or deter the other fluffy wolf. Nida's face bunched together with wrinkles, a reflexive behavior while she began to lick and search restlessly for the source of the bleeding. One curious eye burst open soon as the affectionate gesture ended to spy her injury to which she'd slope forward and clean the opening. " We should spar more when your wounds aren't so hindering!" Because fighting near crippled isn't fun, yo.
Smug. Intake of air was heard as Nida began to clean the weeping wounds. Right... That was another thing people did. People? Friends... FRIENDS? Did Smug have another friend? Why was she so against and confused by the idea...? Sigh. She was such a noob to anything except training and fighting. Head remained still while eyes moved around, body stiffened, and she looked really awkward as she didn't know how to react or what to do. At the woman's words though, head tilted curiously. "Could that still count as a spar?" A teasing smile offered while she nudged the woman's cheek. Eyes then trailed to see how the fight was proceeding. She had completely forgot that that was going on. The idle thought that Monro might be jealous of Nida and Zodiak jealous of Smug crossed her mind but it didn't latch as she couldn't quite understand the concept of jealousy or why it happened.
Nida tasted blood in her mouth whilst cleaning the wound of any debris and dirt lining around the re-opened injury. Whether it was new or accidentally made, who-knew. Her tail flops at the immediate rear of her. Nida's diligent progress balks at her words, and the corner of her muzze upturned into a half smile, " definitely counts." Shhhh .. don't go telling and the secret is good as golden. A chuckle sounded from parted mouth and then silenced upon realizing there was a serious and still on-going spar. Nida sensed frustration in the air but made no movement to step up and in; there was no need, and she had full faith for the situation at hand. Got-damn.
Smug grinned at Nida while she went all hush hush with their secret. A small chuckle escaped her lips and she tried her hand at a wink. "Of course." Head swiveled to catch what looked to be pretty close to the end of the other duo's fight. Wince was given as she could almost feel the pain that reverberated through Monro's voice as she lost her tail. Seems like it really was an initiation thing with Vechnyy to lose something. Too bad for the Tsar, she had had nothing to pry off of her. The humans had taken care of that when she was still a whelp. Smug would lean in to Nida without even realizing as they observed. It was nice to have someone beside you to do that with. She had thought it was over but Monro kept on attacking. Man that woman had spunk! It was admirable.
Nida nipped at Smug playfully before officially turn to Zod and Monro. The outcome definitely is a painful sight for sure. Although she wasn't physically harmed, Nida could empathize on some level. She was astonished to see that the other hadn't stopped and let it happen - what she normally does anyway - but kept going, and went as far to foist more scars on mister graham cracker over yonder. The short but thick woman's head goes aside at the feel of Smug's weight against her shoulder, harmless and friendly contact. It seem she'd befriended someone today! Hooray!
RIGHTEOUS TROPHY Soldat Mission - Successful
Monro x Zodiak
Monro's eyes narrowed as he aimed to trap jaws within well aimed vice grips, causing crown to draw back giving a snarl before bashing against his teeth; hoping to knock him away. If odds were in her favor lass would then aim a strike at his upper chest/lower throat, and would latch daggers to meaty flesh like a leech allowing deep growls to escape her. Body felt his weight against her and pushed back legs against ground as claws dug at the earth aiding her attempt of remaining upright, head thrust upwards violently dragging teeth against flesh refusing to loosen her grip as blood trickled from where she held.
Zodiak gave a snarl as the girls fat head came crashing into empty jaws. He'd step back and shake his head loosely side to side as amber eye picked up her forward motion. Vads training immediately flickered through his mind as muscles tensed in unison and launched the boy lightly to the side, hind end swinging round so he could face her passing flank. Now it was draks turn. As soon as paws felt earthen platform, muscles would launch him forward once again, shoulder acting like a battering ram toward her midsection that would hopefully send her flailing. This would have him continuing his forward motion to move fluid with her as jaws aimed to clamp down on the side of her neck where jawline was located--imobolizing her.
Monro was happy with where her skull landed though when the brute side stepped, catching the woman momentarily off guard long enough for him to barrel into her. Rolling under his weight female saw an opening to his stomach where back legs quickly acted like a spring, hopefully sending him over her and into the dirt; giving her enough time and space to usher forth another strike. Lass kicked up from the dirt just as he did only instead of aiming jaws, forelimbs went toward shoulders hoping to pin the other as viscous snaps to the blind side of his face were given. Had she not been able to kick Zod away woman would have aimed a strike at his jaws hopefully before he could latch onto her.
Zodiak came barreling over the girl with all his weight, the boy had grown to be a fatty like nida (heheh). Paws were felt pushing against his belly which only encouraged a heavy growl as he allowed more of his weight to be forced downwards. The action had thrown off his initial attempt and jaws were sent to clash against the girls like a wolf sword fight before he pressed forward over top of her to snatch a rather nice hunk of cheek between his jaws. If his bite landed he'd thrash her face like a dead rabbit, inflicting a nice set of lacerations that would turn into almost matching scars to his own. There wasn't much to be done to avoid him considering he was over top of her but if she did avoid jaws would continue momentum to latch onto whatever they could and follow with said thrashing.
Monro snarls flowed from the girl heaving as his weight fell onto her form, jaws clicking together as head flung side to side before flinging upwards as he attempted to latch onto her cheek. Well aimed daggers dug into his jawline and part of his lower throat, as paws flew towards chest pushing upwards allowing claws to slide into meaty flesh. The more he struggled the more claws dug into shoulder creating new scars along the way, with Zod's jawline at her mercy woman clamped down roughly hoping to cause further damage even if it was only minor.
Zodiak snarled as teeth snagged facial flesh. He moved to thrash his head only to feel the pang of fangs near his throat. A heavy bellow boiled in the depths of his chest; loud and causing his whole body to vibrate with what you'd think would be anger and rage. However a demon of a different nature had taken hold of him, egged on by the lingering scent that continuously wafted his way, building young-blood frustrations. Her bite to him was like scissors to a water balloon. All his frustrations leaked as mind was calmed at a rate that bordered pleasure. If this kept up he was sure to change actions to something more... "x-rated". God he was becoming more and more like his Tsars... that was scary. Teeth would apply added pressure to his bite, only to be eased as quick chomping action was exhibited to achieve a sturdier hold before head would crane Sideways in her direction to tug at facial flesh and put the least amount of strain on himself. Her bite hurt real good, but there was a benefit to being a fatty: Thick skin. Her teeth from particular angle would never pierce to life threatening status, but the pain inflicted was still enough to make him cringe, biting down harder on the girl as he pulled and tugged at her face. His weight was bearing down on her head and eventually she'd be forced to let him go. He had to admit the girl had spunk, she'd need it when the time came to fight against drak and vad, they were much more ferocious than he was. If his actions finally tired her out and she let go, he'd release her with a bark and jump away to allow the both of them to compose themselves for the moment before the initiation continued.
Monro felt a snarl escape as he tore cheek apart apparently her claws did little to ward off his attempt at thrashing, so instead when he moved she'd again aim them towards his neck pushing against the windpipe. As his weight began to hider her breathing woman felt her grip loosen rolling away quickly when given the chance, fem soon launched herself from the ground barreling back towards him with a deep snarl. Head crashed down ontop his to prevent any sort of attack that might be given, as jaws then would aim to latch to his snout; hopefully with her weight pushing down on him limbs wrapped around shoulders as she swung herself around. Had she not been able to latch onto his snout good ear would be her target, surely he wouldn't want to lose that.
Zodiak felt the pressure against his neck as paws pushed into him but weight continued to bare until finally, success. She released him and he let go of her to allow her to roll away from him. Zodi too moved from her with a quick sneeze and shake of bloodied neck. He didn't get much time before she was lunging at him again. Ear shifted back and he prepared himself, waiting until she was mere steps from him before already prepared muscles quickly shifted him to the side as he felt her fur brush against him in passing. Head would twist to his left as jaws snatched a hold of her tail, just above it's base. Initiation time. She'd lose something just like all the others. He expected her to attack so he'd have to work quick. Jaws were allowed to elicit full bite force, molars gnashing against flesh as teeth would attempt to work their way through skin and muscle. Head thrashed, momentum originating from his neck as he put full effort into his actions. This bitch's tail was coming off, even if he had to be torn from it, he'd never let go. After a few side to side thrashes (that would be vertical for her tail) he'd turn up the heat and throw his body into it, trying to snap the bone so the damned thing could be excised. The more she fought him, the longer this would take and the more painful it would be.
Monro wails outwardly as her tail was trapped by his jaws, swinging head towards his allowing appendage to be torn; ignoring all pain letting adrenaline take over. Jaws clamped to his snout overlapping both top and bottom, he wouldn't have time to react; clamping shut with a heavy blow. They'd both be leaving with a few new scars, hell even with tail spewing blood she wasn't ready to quit not yet; head swung against his thrashing about hoping to cause some sort of damage to his mouthpiece. She wanted nothing more than to win, to prove herself.
Zodiak snarled as his thrashing made progress. the snap of bone betwixt jaws was euphoric and paired with the outcries of the female it was just...-- man he took back any question as to why vad and drak did what they did when he used to whine and squeal. As his prize finally broke from its host momentum would send him back a step as she was twisting to bite. her aim would be shifted with forces of gravity and fangs were felt sinking into the flesh of his neck instead; right along the side. He'd growl possessively with the tail in jaws turning his head away from her to force shoulder and ass end to swing into her. being clamped onto his neck, the act was sure to have her shifting forward. It was here that he'd use this against her. head and neck twisted on its axis in her direction which would force her muzzle beneath him. He'd continue this into a rolling action , his fat arse rolling over right on top of her--inadvertently slamming her into the dirt. Weight along with heavy shoulder bone would crush into her. If all went well, he'd force more bony weight onto her to lift himself away and move jaws to clamp her jawline, a holding maneuver more than anything; a way for him to restrain her and end this.
Monro oofed heavily feeling his weight on top her, wincing as he took hold of her jaw; unable to move woman's audits began to pin letting out a whine as she began to yield. [had to go, emergency]
Zodiak's jaws released the girl as she whined, planting a couple licks to her cheek before removing himself from her to snatch up the detached tail. Head would shake as he took a few steps away, proud of his trophy before gaze shifted back to the girl. "You did good" he'd say, absent remorse, allowing tail to sway slowly before it stopped and he shifted toward her. head would move to her rear where tail used to be and he'd, without any objections, lick the fresh wound to free it of dirt and blood. "Welcome to vechnyy..er...What was your name?" faint chuckle escaped him. |
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May 26, 2015 22:25:39 GMT
Post by mote on May 26, 2015 22:25:39 GMT
[Woo! Managed to peice this bad boy together!]
(09:19:44) Dermo:. Since the day before, and before that, child of piano-key stain had still not returned to Vechnyy's rock-walled den, finding a higher sense of satisfaction here, near the river's edge, by his toys that had yet been shown to either of the brilliant Tzar's. He'd been close to showing Drakov once, but with mother's unwanted distraction, tasks had still not been turned in. No matter! For Dermo was content. Half the rotting fish had now been devoured and half digested, the remainer of its corpse left to rot near the shoreline as proof of its existance. The two ears that he'd stolen from Torvald's puppy skull? They were presently being tossed between the brat's two paws as he skipped around them, barking lightly between low-toned growls and playful groans. It wasn't until another predator made attempt to stake claim on the boy's decaying trout that he became distracted from his aimless game and turned 'round, multi-toned gaze landing upon a large bird. Probably some type of small falcon or juvenile hawk. Immediately, an appropriate stance was taken, one atop slightly bent limbs that caused belly's fur to tickle the Earth's surface. Creep, creep, .. creep .. POUNCE. And with little to no effort, puppy jaws became locked around the bird's spinal region. And with aid of flailing paws, frail bones were broken and the unsuspecting bird killed. Teach you to mess with MY fish.
(09:45:43) Mote. The young lady wasn't all too sure what her 'momma' had implied with the word bath, and she could not seem to find Errs anywhere. Where was that fellow little shit? No matter Mote could figure this bath thing out on her own right? After all her beloved 'Mommy' required it of her and she ony wished to please the woman. However a bath would be put on the back burner, her stomach was killing her! The last thing she'd eaten was a rotting Opossum and nourishment was going to be required! A rather loud growl came from the young ladies stomach as she trailed away from 'Momma's' Pack den, making her way south. It was then that the sweet scent of decaying flesh and hint of disease drifted its way into her little nostrils. MMmm Breakfast. Following her nose with a delightful little hop in her step, her tail would flail wildly behind her in excitement with absolutly no rythm. The fish's intoxicating aroma soon was nearly too much for Mote to handle and she would begin to drool, and soon after her dark eyes would lock on the target. There it was, in its half eaten and rotting glory. The meal Mote couldn't wait to sink her teeth into. Not even acknowleding the pup who'd been guarding it, she would begin to run toward the fish. Foolish girl, she was going to end up just like that pathetic bird.
(09:58:16) Dermo:. Once the bird was deemed lifeless and a bit of its feathers plucked in pure fun, its frail proportion was dragged close to Derm's other two prized possions. That female pup's detached ears. Though before the ivory and ebony lad could even unite all three items, juvenile hawk was already being abandoned, deposited somewheres between rotting fish and severed ears so that the full of his concentration could be bent towards another whom sought to stake claims on what wasn't theirs. HOW DARE THEY! Did none know how to respect other people's property?! As if Dermo could even say anything, what with having stolen said rotting fish from Torvald the day previous. Ha! Atleast he'd challenged her for it though! As facial turned towards the cream intruder, expression worn contorted on the instant to sport a wicked mess, skin 'round spotted jaws wrinkling as teeth 'n gum team were drawn into a vicious snarl. And soon after a progressive motion was started towards the more frail girl, a threatening, feral growl burst from the little man's lungs! He rocketed forward with snout turned hellward at the last minute, hopeing to ram into the girl's sides with his forehead and send her toppling and/or rolling the opposite direction. And only aftr would another vocalization be produced. "Ze food is not free!" he barked. But before passing more information about the way things worked here, Dermo was more interested in finding out just who in hell she thought she was. Was she a new recruit? An intruder? Or a thief! Either way, the same principles applied. "Intruder?" he questioned atop another growl, stepping forward again in hopes to claima possessive stance atop the rotting fish's corpse.
(10:13:42) Drakov: Pale bastard slunk away for his damn near routinely trip to the water. It was proving to be quit decent. Deep wading river, and right along it's edge stood a towering tree to which he could battle it out with it's low hanging branches. A pretty nice training set up, he had to admit! The only down side was the complete lack of shading. Ugh. Heat in it'self didn't bother the bastard, but... Here in YS it was brutal, ontop of his already thick winter built coat. Gag. Ohwell, his water sport soothed it. As paws carried him towards destination, he found himself haulted by one unfamiliar blur of coloration, and.. more specifically.. What looked to be Dermo charging right at it. Lip curled in aggitation for whomever this was so blatantly storming about there land, but curiosity over powered his hostile demeanor.
(10:19:20) Mote was so close she could almost taste it! "Oomff!" it was then somthing had sent the girl toppling over, as she as hit in the side. What was this!? What hit her!? Ears flicking she'd frantically turn her head until dark brown eyes landed on the boy. OH! It was a fellow little shit! Just like Errs! All worries faded away as she flipped from her side to back, and she began to wiggle toward him. Unknowing to her it was a very submissive looking pose to have her stomach so exposed. Paws outstretching toward him, dirt clinging to her soiled fur. Intruder? What was that? "Mote not Intruder? Mote is Mote...Mote is little shit. Just like Errs!" she'd chime rather loudly her body begining to squirm a bit more wildly. So hard to contain all of this excitement, who needed food when she could play with a new best friend!
(10:32:05) Dermo:. Drakov's presence was not given acknowledgement, or rather, was not even noticed! Nope. His piano-key colored son was far too preoccupied with confronting the unfamiliar whome had sought to swipe his deteriorating-though still precious-meal. Unfortunatly, the tawny girl's cuteness had little to no effect on Derm's nerves, approprite attention and response given only towards the part of her speech that labeled her 'not' an intruder. Whereas she actually understood what was even being asked or not, he recorded the answer without hesitation. SO! If she wasn't an intruder, than she was of Vechnyy. Hmm? Which was easily believed, what with all the new souls always popping up and being accepted. There was just one problem. It was quite obvious, from the girl's lack of fresh scars and facial wounds, that she had not been properly initated. Well. It was time for Mote's proper induction into the family. Unfortunatly Dermo was not as much a talker as his more experienced parents, and so, an explaination was not given before he simply began the process of accepting one into Vechnyy's system. Jaws were thrust wide open as recoiling limbs sent him forward again, the brat's frontal proportion scooping low in hopes to lock teeth around her face. And if a secure hold was gotten, own skull would immeidately initiate a violent to 'n fro shake, whole body looking to assist the savage jerks so to mutilate her pretty self to the best of his ability.
(10:41:36) Drakov watches from the sidelines like a freak
[Added it cause I can.]
(11:03:24) Mote would be taken by surprise as the boy easily latched himself on to the right side of her face. His teeth may have been small, but they were definately sharp. Upper teeth had locked in just under her jaw line while his lower teeth gripped where a right brow would have been. Lucky enough for the girl his grip were not an inch or so closer to her eye socket. As the violent shaking began Mote would hold completely still, no effort to escape his grasp. Wasn't this sort of how Cin greeted her? Granted her grip was by far less painfull. Perhaps this was a proper greeting!? Oh yes! It all began to make sense in the odd girls mind as she started making connections that honestly where not even there. So lost in her thoughts the pain would begin to be nulled, and rather it sent a rush of adreneline and excitment through her body. Wait! Maybe this was extreme affection!? Oh!!! Was he trying to say that he wanted to be best friends forever!!? Errs never did this!! MAYBE he loved her more than she did!? Tail would begin to sway wildly once more as she wiggled her behind. Oh if only that were the case.
(11:20:28) Dermo violently jerked body to 'n fro aside his thrashing jaws, still attempting to bury teeth deep into the flesh of Mote's face and inflict the deepest and wildest of wounds that was able. But when she did nothing? .. And even seemed to grow content? Then excited for some damned reason?!! You bet Dermo grew frustrated on the instant, as if he wasn't already before, irritation growing and becoming more apparent with a deep, gutteral groan produced. It was then that jaws would unlatch and seek to bite down elsewheres on the girl's face, but if a hold was gotten he'd shake only a good one or two times before departing to skip around her. YOU HAVING FUN BITCHHHH?!!! his expression would seem to scream! How dare she sit and wag that tail whilst initiation process was being done. This wasn't a game!! With a good leap Dermo would reposition himself from by her face to by her rear, crimson-stained teeth flung at her wagging tail in an attempt to grab and hold. Time to teach her a lesson!
(11:47:14) Mote continued to lay there, however when he adjused to grab another portion of her face she would squirm a bit, the initial biting would hurt at first but yet again it would only make her sqirm with excitment. Blood now began to drip into her eye and she would blink, the sting making her wince slightly. Finally her face was released entirely and she would lick over her muzzle, sore head lifting to watch as he moved toward her tail. What was he going to do now? Rolling onto her side, Mote would then feel his teeth sink into her tail. Huh!? This was new. No one ever bit her tail before. Hmm. Maybe now it was playing!? Oh how wonderful! In an attempt to roll over onto her paws and push herself up she'd twist what part of her tail he had in her jaws, causing a painful sensation through her body. Now this was not fair, how was she supposed to return the affection when he was behind her? Butt wiggling she'd try to take her tail back from his grip, though with each tug it grew more painful, she just wante to show the boy how much she loved him!
(12:09:13) Dermo:. Only now had Dermo begun to realise just how strange this girl actually was, what with her insane response to his attacks being a growing sense of excitement. Insane, .. this was actually the perfect word to describe her beizarre behavior. And as Mote's tail was grabbed and she moved to stand, growing even more roused and seemingly thrilled? Ebony and ivory boy decided that YES, this COULD be a game! Just not the type of game Mote probably wanted to play; well actually, maybe her irrational self would! The name of his game? 'Let's see how long until Mote stops actually having fun.' When the ma'am of cream coloration began to jerk and tug, Dermo would yank the opposite direction each time, dancing heels lugging him as far from her own jaws as reasonably possible. All the while tongue and teeth would roll and chew whenever the opportunity was given, working the girl's fluff-lined tail into his molars where they'd attempt to grind hard against and perhaps into the bone of her beloved appendage. Each of her jerks would probably assist the attempt of fangs burrying in deep. Tighter, tighter, tighter; jaws would close. All his river and bite training with Drak and Vad coming to play here, in addition to his own bite practice on any low hanging branch that challenged him. Harder, harder, harder, teeth would grind. Gaze was stuck on the girl's face, waiting for the pain to bring her to a sudden realization. His goal was to have her screaming in pain, or atleast submitting to him. Else hw was gunna take this damn tail!
(12:44:13) Mote. Was helpless to keep her tail from him, with each tug the pressure built more and more adn she could feel it in her back. A soft growl would escape her as she tugged a bit harder. At this rate her tail was going to ripped off! Mote only wanted him to let go so she could sink her teeth into him too!! She needed to show him she wanted to be best friends forever!! Wait....Maybe there was more to this ritual! Perhaps he wasn't biting her tail to play, NO~ she was supposed to give it to him! Oh yes. That made perfect sense. It was her most prized posession! Of course he would require it as proof of their affection!! With this new realiztion her upper body would lower slightly to the ground in preperation. "Take tail! Mote gift!!" she would squeal happily. Wow everyone she met was so loving and nice! They could take anything they wanted!
(12:50:57) Drakov: What-I-Don't eve--... Does not compute. Pale bastard was baffled at the sight before him. It started out as pure joy, pride even, as wierd as that still was. His boys were proving more than capable, beyond expectations.. Which wasn't neccessarily saying much considering expectations were there death. BUT STILL! Point remainded. And yet.. He could hardly relish in the sensation, because of this.. This freakish masochistic looking thing being oh so casual, if not welcoming of the act!? Usually that wasn't an issue in it'self, it showed one held strong will, and ability. But the matter of HOW she clearly was handling, that was what truely threw him for a god damned loop. Pfft. Happily awaiting her torture like a puppy gaining joy from being beaten for foul behaviour simply because its the only form of attention they ever recieved. Tha fuck.[c]
(12:54:16) Drakov: This was just.. No. Not gonna fly. Nuh uh. Growl echoed out though feint as it was, before paws shifted him to stand. That was enough of this nonsense. "Und who ze fuck are you?" Flat blunt tone came forth long before he had actually gotten close.
(13:02:40) Dermo:. When the girl pushed herself onto the ground and surrendered the tail to him with little to no hesitation, Dermo's sense of aggitation was.. somewhat cured and replaced with a sense of heightening satisfaction! Never before had someone so willingly given something to the piano-key colored brat; well actually, he'd never seen ANYONE give up their tail so willinglyto anyone. Perhaps.. this cream-colored girl WAS worthy of being in Vechnyy.. if only to be Derm's personaly play thing. Not an actual functioning member until she was taught a little better. Besides. Vechnyy was of the strong! And she.. well, let's just say strong wasn't a choice word that the tyke would use to describe her. It wasn't until after the girl's tail was sucessfully dismembered by both his grinding and tugging antics that Drak's growl was heard, but first.. the young warrior had to stand still and bathe in his newfound sense of pride. The breaking of said bone caused a satisfying chill to run up the child's spine, a good B) face made before eyes were drawn wide with excitement upon sighting his beloved Tzar. OHOHOH HAD HE SEEN? Dermo would abandon the girl now, not caring if she went for his fish anymore. If anything, they had made a fair trade for it. Ears were pricked forwards and a smile worn behind the tail he held tight, not phased by Drak's aggressive sentancing. Though he did take interest to one particular word. Fuck? Though meaning was not meant, it made the Tzar's greeting sound far more strong and intimidating than usual. Information stored. If at anytime Drak finally stopped moving, both of the child's front paws would attempt to scale up one of the adult's strong legs so that tail could be presented nearer the face as own tail wagged crazily. And until Drak stopped, Derm would most likely just prance happy circles around him until he did. All seriousness dropping on the instant that daddy #2 became a part of the scene.
(13:15:07) Mote. It was understandable how disgusting her personality appeared, after all she was rather gross in general. How could dermo be holding such fowl smeling tail in his mouth anyway? Mote was covered in dirt and perhaps even feces. Who knew what she rolled in!!? Either way it didn't matter, she was oblivious to her own foul scent an would carry on smelling like a pile of shit until someone tossed her in a river. With a final tug Motes tail leaving little for her to wag. The pain however was far worse than that on her face and he would cause her to yelp rather loudly. Once tension was released she would collapse onto the ground, this pain was definately a bit more to deal with then a few tears to the face. Her entire backside was sore, however Mote would eventually find a way to transfer this pain into a different sort of energy. Upon hearing the new voice however she would turn her dark eyes in the large males direction, her new friend quick to abandon her and greet the older male. Hmm. Who was this? His words didn't quite translate completely for her so she'd stare in his direction for quite some time before responing. "Mote? Mote is Mote." she'd say more softly then intended. The injuries were unknowingly sucking away some of her pent up energy as she a bit tired. Perhaps it was the loss of blood? She'd never lost much before.
(13:48:22) Drakov: Pace only came to a hault when Derm was noted totting over oh so pleasantly with prize in tow. Ear tufts twitched, tongue flicking out acrossed his lips. Head cranned back out of pure instinct as the boy pressed into his personal space to better show off what was clenched between his jowls. Nostrils flared, only now picking up on the potency of the freakish little dog. Not that it was increadibly detering. I mean.. Drak had rolled in the rotting maggot infested corpse of a human behind before. This wasn't far off, but that didn't make it any less gross. Even if tolerable. Bastard snorted, gaze lingering from Derm, to Mote and back again. "Mote huh.. Dermo.. I vant you to initiate zis.. Mote.. For me. If you do, you will become Soldat." Hard stare shifted back to the cream dirty and now bloodied female. "Taking tails does not only earn you ze right to eat. It earns you intruders ze right to speak before death. Vhen intruders come onto our land.. It is ze pack, und your, responsibility to put zem in zere place. Und if zey fall to you, ze are eisser warned to never return, und if zey do zey vill meet zere death... Or to bow to Vechnyy, to ze Tsars. Tell her, zis is her only chance to choose." Eyes never seemed to detatch from the girl. He didn't care for it... He didn't care for it one bit... But he was going to leave that thought on his son, give him the opportunity to make judgements on his own. But to start, he had to handle intruders the way Vechnyy did.
(14:01:16) Dermo:. Child did not receive the usual lick to the top of his blemished skull, but he didn't seem phased by this. Besides, another given lesson and opportunity to shine for his beloved father figure was far better than the bit of affection that he was missing. Miniascule mind considered this a chance to greaten the affection gotten in the future! Now about Mote's smell and muck-lined proportion. It did not bother Dermo. Not one bit. Afterall, this morning he had dove into what was now a four to five day old rotting Speckled Trout corpse. Heck, he probably smelled almost as bad as her! Especially since decaying flesh most likely lined both the inner and outter rim of his speckled jawline, or.. was all that gunk now on Mote's face. Hmm. Anyways! A mission had been given to him. And without saying a single word a simple nod was performed to acknowledge Drok's teachings before paws left the giant's frame and he turned. Not soon after spinning 'round the precious tail was abandoned, paws pushing the tri-colored bloke back towards where Mote sat in her own bloody mess. It mattered not to him whereas she had already heard Drak's words or not. He spoke them again as if they came from himself only. "Zo," he began, advancing as close as possible without paws being planted on her snout. "Zis your one chance to choose," he repeated father, missing just one word from the phrase to complete a sentance of near perfect grammer. "Bow to Vechnyy, to ze Tsars.. or leave 'n naver return!"
(14:16:39) Mote would watch the two as they spoke to one another, head swaying slightly feeling quite dizzy. She was unsure what they were saying entirely as her head rang and pounded. Mote was unable to even think of even irratioal thoughts at this moment in time as she was trying to understand this pain. It was all for the good though! Right? She and the boy would be best friends for ever, she'd given him her tail and all! It was then that he began to come toward her once more. What kind of affection was he going to give her this time? Ears flicking she would listen and take in his words quite seriously. What was Vechnyy?? What was Tsar? However what clung to her little mind the most was that she was going to have to leave forever if she didn't bow to them!!! Maybe this pup was Vechnyy, or a tsar..... "Mote bow, Mote like Vechnyy!! Vechnyy with Momma, and Errs!!" Poor confused girl. Hopefully she knew what she was getting herself into.
(14:57:04) Drakov: Affections were present, though unseen or noticed.. He was quit proud of his son. But now wasn't the time to address such a thing. Not until this.. duty was handled. Lip curled yet again at the peculiar girls words and.. method of handling it all. Ohwell. Worst case scenario, it would be used as a learning opportunity for Dermo. "Very vell.. She is your responsibility Dermo. If she does not own up, she's out.. " Whether run off or killed, he frankly didn't give a shit. Snort ushered forth to follow his words. "Congratulations, Dermo. You are now Soldat." Paws would push him forward, so that NOW. Now he could deliver contact in the form of a not only one but a couple licks to the boys facial features. "So vhat is zis?" Nose would poke towards everything sitting about, to which he assumed belong to the boy.
(15:08:32) Vadimir strode amongst the Vechnyy land, having just returned from venturing to the falls and examing them for any possible meal opportunities. There were a few, but for now he'd return home, looking to catch up on all the goings-on of the pack unit. Almost immediately he picked up the wretched aroma of rotting flesh. And judging by the fleshy tinge the smell carried, he knew it not to belong to any form of red meat. Limbs moved swiftly to carry him over the distance, stopping a few steps away from the odd scene which unrolled itself like a map and bared it's secrets to his probing eyes. What... what in the blazes was going on. Blood everywhere, body parts, long dead fish. A pupy drenched in blood. And lastly, Drakov and Dermo. Vadimir came to a stop by his brother, keeping greetings to a curt nod for now. Clearly, there was business afoot. "Vot...?" He'd ask simply in an undertone, gesturing toward the lot of it. He'd caught just the tail-end of Dermo's speech, so he could guess much. but he'd allow for big bro to fill him in on the rest of it.
(15:21:28) Dermo's skull performed a sideways tilt when the girl answered back, and in the same strange way as every time she had spoken thus far. Insane, was still the perfect word to decribe her ways. A nod was performed next to acknowledge her pledge of allegiance, brows furrowing when she mentioned that 'mamma' was here also. Her mom was here? Little did Dermo know that 'mamma' to her was actually Cinn!! Errs, that obviously Bable. What with her high-pitched and screechy voice, everyone knew who she was by now. "Good," he finally responded, but attention was taken 'way and towards Drak as he spoke. "Tail iz Mote's," he explained through grinning teeth, not really knowing that the White Giant had been watching all the while. "Ears," he started to explain as snout pointed towards the near distant set of detached ears, "and fish," he painted towards it also. "I took zem from a girl by ze log," he beamed. "Ve fought and I won," he added happily. It was then that Vad advanced, and Dermo's eyes grew twice as large as they had been, sense of growing excitement easily apparent. "TZAR!" he screeched in delighted tones before running between all three points to gather tail, both ears, and fish all in his jaw. Items would be deposited at Vad's paws, just as Dermo had watched Yusef do so many times before now. If allowed, front paws would scale the large man's chest similarly to how he'd climbed Drak just moment's before, nose pushed up into the flush beneath his chin. Mote was ignored, unfortunatly. But she'd get more of Derm's attention sooner or later. Especially since he was now 'in charge' of her. He had to teach her things!
(15:31:38) Mote. It seemed as though everything was now in order. However noting the large males words she'd heard somthing similar before from 'Momma'. Wait wasn't Mote supposed to be Bab's responsibility? No matter! The more the merrier. Either way Mote was happy as a clam with her new best friend! Being ignored once more she would pushed herself up slightly and curl up in order to lick at what was left of her tail. Motes body ached, and her tail stung as she licked it but everthing would be worth it in the end! It was when the new male arrived that her ears would perk and hear her new friends words. Tsar!? So this was Tsar!!! Though...he looked so much like the other male...where they both Tsar? How could two wolves share the same name? WAIT maybe the other male was Vechnyy! Oh that made sense....Right? Mote lacked the correct puzzle peices to put anything together at the moment.
(15:39:40) Vadimir awaited brother's words, if he had any to spare. But zoinks! Before he had any time to indulge big brother, already their son was dashing toward him bearing a mound of gifts. Ears folded down and eyes grew wide. Great scott... how did that child manage to hold so much in his mouth at once?? What were his jaws made of?! But all the same, the pure weight of gifts and gore offered in the lad's monumentous presentation was enough for Vad's mind to veer more on the less practical strains of thought. As soon as Derm was up on his chest, foul breath wafting into his nostrils, Vad gave a short snort, before he went to engulf the front of his son's face into his mouth. Phew, remember the days when his whole head fit in there? Kids grew up fast. SIGH. Teeth would grind lightly against the pup's skin, a light show of pride and affection without offering any verbal acknowledgement. At least, for the time being. When he released him, on the other hand. Vad would nod slowly, eyes moving to Mote as she went about the business of cleansing herself. Though... from the way she smelled, it would seem she had a lot of work to do. Nudges were performed on Dermo, in the effort for him to proceed on over to Mote. Cause, of course, that's where Vad was going! The first round of gifts were lovely. But the biggest, the one he assumed was for Dermo alone. Now that, he had to see close up. Paws glided over softened earth, churned as they were with blood and offal. Stopping before the cream puppy Vadimir would lean down to sniff and get a better grasp on just what this rascal was all about. Satisfied, he'd turn back to Dermo, nodding to Mote and the slew of gifts. "You did all zis on your own?" if the answer was to be yes, Vadimir would raise his brows appreciatively. Oh, how things changed. "You have done vell, mine son." He'd intone solemnly, inclining his head down. Gotta give the mite props. He was growing up, and he was growing up into a golden image of his papies. Then, now that he let his son know HEY BRAH I'M PROUD YOU WERE IN MY NUTSACK. He'd look back to Mote, lips curling. Without any preempt or visible cue, Tsar bent and went to grab the rapscallion, hoisting her and dragging her into the water. He couldn't care less if she stunk to all high heaven. But he'd be damned if she was going to sleep inside the cramped den festering like a plagued corpse. Just fuck no. He'd drop her there, if he had managed to grab her. Only to stand back and bark, "Clean up your prize, boy. She iz yourz to care for now."
(15:58:55) Dermo:. When face became engulfed by Vad's jaws, child did not pull away nor even flinch. If anything, he pushed weighedly into whatever this affection was, unafraid of it turning aggressive in a single snap-like moment. Because, let's face it, they attacked him all the time. Why worry over trying to expect what always came?! Thankfully though, facial remained unscarred as it was nom'd upon and within a few seconds the pair of father and son were detaching so to stride on over to where Mote cleaned herself. "Da!" he responded to Vad's next question, about Dermo having done all of this on his own. Indeed he did! And now? Affections were due and would be happily accepted whenever and wherever they were presented!! When mission was given to bathe the girl whom was now being dropped beneath the water's surface -that's if that happened even, the man's tri-colored expression contorted to sport a questioning expression. Imaginary brows furrowed as he thought on the situation. He was not going to actually get in there and scrub her down. Not after watching a female of the pack get tasked with the same thing, errr, batheing Cortes when he had come home. Apparently giving baths was a woman's job!! So, with little to no further hesitation, a lightbulb appeared and the alabaster tyke trotted over towards the decaying fish meat that Mote had previously shown and interest in. Said aquatic creature was dropped on the shoreline with one of Dermo's paws cast possessively atop it, snout turned towards Mote.. where ever she sat now. "Bath!" he commanded with a bark. "Come out with no more smells? You get ze fish!" Perfect. Work for your food, maggot. He'd teach her the ways of Vechnyy in no time!
(16:19:27) Mote was peacfully licking at her tail when the aproached. As Tsar sniffed her she'd lift her head and look to the male, interesting he didn't try to grab her head like everyone recently tried to. Did he not love her!? Dark eyes would blink as she would give a semi questioning look, however it was then that the male snatched her up and dragged her toward the water. Closing her eyes she would begin panting softly. OH! There was the affection! Good, good! She had so many friends now~ Everyone loves Mote! Dilusional little peice of shit she was. Being tossed into the water seemed new to her however, head dipping under she would lift it above and flail about. Body aching and stinging where her open wounds had touched the water. What on earth was going on! Trying to gain her senses again she would be pulled out of the current feeling of fear when her best friend spoke. Dark eyes locking on to him her body would still and she'd begin to relax in the water. Bath!? There was that word again...It was something 'Momma' aid she required Mote to do...and now her best friend said the same thing..."No more smells?" she would echo and sniff in the air before sneezing as it was only water that had been breathed in. Mote couldn't smell anything! Did that mean she got the fish? Turning her gaze to the rotting fish she would lick her lips. "Mote no smell anything. Mote get...ze fish?"
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