(19:09:29) Zodiak strode into the courtyard with a strut in his step. Swaying to and fro was his newest prized posession; a two-toned coffee and cream tail. Proud boy was full of confidence, among other things as nida's scent lingering over the area had his testosterone in full bloom. It only meant bad news for nida when the male finally did get ahold of her. harhar. Eye would gaze about before he'd plop down in midst of everything, shaking his new toy lightly while gingerly gnawing on it. He wanted to keep it intact so it could be presented to the Tsars. For now he'd indulge in his glorious trophy, a symbol of not only his victory, but the tsars success in training him.
(19:20:48) Cortés had been running amok within the territories next door. Though he hadn't met anyone, he could smell the markers for each pack, noting their close proximity. Well, so long as none of them stirred trouble. He supposed a Vechnyy representative should go ahead and meet them soon, but that was a task for another day. Right now he was navigating. Horribly, but he was doing it. Either way, he was back home now, step rather casual, head high, and tail swaying from side to side. Upon seeing a familiar face, a sharp bark would be torn from his throat. A greeting for his best friend Zod. He hadn't had a one on one with the guy in a while. He wondered if the man was still upset about the eye thing. Surely not! Cortes would beam at the guy. "Hola mi amigo. How are you on this fine evening?"
(19:39:04) Zodiak continued to nom on the tail, lathering it in a thick layer of saliva and foam. mmm ommnomm. Poor monro, hopefully she didn't show anytime soon or she might regret it considering he was happily chewing on her tail like a busybone. His own little happy theme song was playing, mind zoned off on his treat. This was great his first victory. lalala---cue record stop-- a bark echoed through his ears and sent uncomfortable chills down his spine. Hackles rose and he'd turn head 'round to see the source. Exasperated sigh escaped him as the spanish fruit topping approached. Head would lower to hide existance of the tail, nose wrinkling as low possesive growl rumbled within. Mine. As he spoke, zod relaxed some, shifting to a sit where trophy was hidden beneath butt fluff. "fine..." he said cooly, purposly exagerating head movement so single eye could gaze at him.
(19:49:36) Cortés settled his butt right on the ground, his head tilting innocently as he spied the fluffy appendage. He was fine without it, and so he didn't bother looking back to it Instead, he took in Zod. "I haven't seen you in a long time, gruñón. How are things?" Cortes would then stare directly into the hole withn Zod's head. He remembered that day clearly, and what a day it had been! Unfortunately though for Zod, he had been a bit unpleasant, and suffered for it. Though Zod should be over it by now! Cortes felt his tail wag behind him at astonishing speed. "I was hoping we could hang out together. It has been a while since I have conversed with the group, with all the chores and tasks..." He paused, and rolled his shoulders, pops from his joints sounded off. Man he felt old.
(19:53:28) Nida gave a hefty shake of her body, fat and rolls noisily announcing her arrival, as the excess water dripping sprays in an array of directions. Slivers of salva could be seen along the fringes of the woman's cheek fluff, the product of a sloppy execution on her part. Her bad. Those inquisitive eyes land on chocolate thunder and granham cracker over yonder which motivates Nida to assert herself in, regardless of the one-sided friction. Her sodden tail was tucked, however. Tongue flops out to hang off to the side of ajar mouth, flaccid, " hang out ..?" Never before had she received an invitation to do something other than work or .. a task -- this is new and exciting. But just as the jovial expression showed, it dissolved, frowning. Wouldn't be .. ideal..
(20:07:41) Zodiak's gaze held strong, amber eye traveling over the red dog's features; presently his own missing eye. It was curious, seeing it now as zodi knew he bore the same strange expression. Forever winking at everyone, maybe thats why cort was so nice. Geeze zod should lighten up. His proposition had zod tilting his head to the side. he wanted to hang out? Nida's arrival assured he hadn't heard him incorrectly. Head twisted to gaze upon the wet wolfess. Momentarily distracted, he'd rise and shift to her pressing his face against her neck. It wasn't long before the scent was picked up beneath her waterlogged coat and he'd gaze at her, confused. Not about her but more about himself. He'd smelled her like this before but now... God damn... With a light sneeze he'd force himself to turn away from her, gaze focused on cort but mind still on the lady wolf. "uh..yea...sure..." the words stumbled out abscent thought. Head would turn to nida and he'd nudge her muzzle as if asking her to join. He didn't want her too far from him right now. She was like his drug and every now and then he'd need a sniff.
(20:19:37) Cortés's body got so excited when he seemed to agree. Though it seemed the man was distracted. Before Cortes could say anything, the smell of a female's...well...vagina, was scented. Cortes froze, his eye wide and his body tense. His skull turned, slowly, almost as if he were made of stone, and looked upon the woman. Damn it, is it that time of the month again? He recoiled slightly, his body shuddering. He remembered when Pi had been like this, the smell of it reaching within his very pores. However he had an outlet. Zod. He had fought the man, and worked out the energy to reproduce. Fuck. He looked at Zod again, and tried to ignore the sensation of wanting. Needing. GAH. He shot forward, his body lunging, back legs propelling him forward in hopes of knocking tthe man backward. Though he didn't bite or attack. His aim was to lock arms around the man's shoulders, almost like a hug, and hump until he couldn't hump any longer.
(20:28:33) Nida's tail began its selfless wag with the gap between her thunder thighs. Her teeth, however, bare themselves at Zod as he approached, body rigid in a lightning-struck pose. Though the bristles semi-smooth at the nuzzling into her neck. She stands moderately tall with guarded interest. The darkly furred wolf mouths on his only remaining ear, reduced to half of what it should be. The encouraging nudge had her balking, as chocolate thunder came swiftly to vent his frustration out on someone. Welp .. this time she'd be present for the humiliation. That is, if such a scenario escalated to a point. " FIGHT NIGHT" she'd declare, and aim for the tip of his tail and heave and ho with teeth. Grrr.
Zodiak gazed at nida confused as teeth were bore. He didn't understand this lady business. All he knew was he wanted to DESTROY her... lovingly. The thought was shaken from his mind as cortes came lunging toward him. Bodies contacted and a heavy bark erupted from vocals as he rose slightly to brace against the impact of...HUMPS?! WTF BRO?!! Lips peeled back and he's snap at the brute. GIT DAFAQ OFF! Increased humping would only further infuriate him until he bucked and pulled away enough to get ground before lunging himself back at cort. Paws aimed to hook across midsection as hind legs shimmied towards rear end, probably bumping into nida at some point. Scuse me 'love--humphumphump
(20:44:02) Monro awoke to a ruckas of commotion just outside Vechnyy's walls, a light sneer formed across scarred features as head begain to raise; a low grumble of displeasure ushered from the woman as body was forced to raise. Poking crown out of the shadows lass peered around with a slit gaze still wearing her oh so lovely scowl, audits rounded towards the sound of Nida clamoring for a fight; which bought into her interest. Sliding out of the den in weeble wobble fashion much like a new born whelp, she wolf soon found herself joning the group brushing against Nida with a content murr; ruby orbs slowly working their way over the two brutes as a sick smile twisted across features at the sight of Zod being bumrushed. Literally.
(20:55:07) Cortés felt the woman go after his tail, and when she did, he would yank his body, shifting so that he wasn't at the man's front, but at the man's shoulder, meeting the side. He would hump, shift, hump, shift. The act of doing so, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Welp, a little fur missing from his tail wasn't so bad. In the end though, Zod managed to buck away from the man. Though Cortes wouldn't relent. He wanted to expel himself, and the only way to do that was to be satisfied. So he jumped, kicked, and did anything he could to get at the man. In the end though, Zod lunged forward, right into Corte's arms once more, seeing as how Cortes was not on all fours, but standing with his pp danglin. Cortes would keep his arms wide, accepting the bear hug, and using his own body to swing Zod within his arms, like a sling shot, unto the ground beside Cortes. All the while of course, thrusting like a mad man.
(21:05:51) Nida gingerly wrapped her teeth around Corte's tail and began to flail it around happily. Not necessarily - and actually fighting- but egging the boys on! A succession of growls cause a series of vibration to her throat whilst staying in the entertainment but without fully engaging herself in the activity. Nida wounds up stumbling back until she sat squarely on her buttocks, mouth opening and closing with tongue squirming against the clump of hair she'd managed off of chocolate thunder. Whoops. The she-wolf was about to go and headbutt into Cortes' legs while he stood on his two legs, reared up, when Monro came out from a thin wisp of air brushing up on her. Downy tail unfurls from its cower to raise a degree or two, as Nida slung her head and paw over the other she-wolf possessively, and then yank her booty to align with chest to do the freaky, kinky things. Hey, watching two men go at it has her excited with want to exercise a thought or two on someone.
(21:22:56) Monro grunted lightly feeling Nida press against her back causing lip to curl with distaste; grumbling lowly she-wolf found legs wobbling about under the others weight. Bucking upwards then roughly to the side swinging her head round hoping to snap at her face, her body stumbled slightly forcing the pair to the ground; slamming wrapped limbs under her form before completely shaking her off. Monnie wiggled herself out of her grasp snarling oh so viciously, as she rounded to the woman's rear; rough nips were given as limbs fumbled at hips. Sliding herself upwards and hopefully onto the girl.
(22:05:26) Zodiak's efforts were thwarted as cort shifted to embrace him. oolala. Manly bear hug ensued and zods teeth would be sent snapping at the air around corts face as his shifting weight had zodi plummiting to the ground with him. He'd land on his back with a heavy expell of air, flailing legs upwards as corts humping refused to cease. Zod's own aroused state was well displayed as he writhed on his back before finally gaining leverage and flipping onto all fours, his legs planted on the ground around cortes. Oh hey bby -kisskiss- Zod's demon from the previous day emerged as he straddled corts humping form, lowering so underbelly and chest pressed against his side (or chest/legs ). The same reverberating growl rumbled through his body (like a big cat purring), hints escaping his jaw in a sort of pleasured murr as jaws searched for corts thick fur. He grabbed at it roughly while front limbs sought a good brace, hind limbs waddling side to side until perfect spot was found and humping once again continued against his spanish lover.
(22:13:09) Nida heard the growling and stopped with yanking the woman to her chest, to witness the other begin to buck and resist. Woah woah woah, what's this all about? " I just wanted to .." nibble on her tail? Yep yep. Monro may have been still butthurt and a little sore on the subject of her loss - or so Nida things! -, so ..! Just as she dismounted, the other came around, snapping at her neck and shoulder area. Nida struck to parry with a clack of jaws against Monro's as the darkly furred she-wolf angled her head to the offender's. While still in a half-sit, she concentrated all the strength in hindlegs with a visible tense, to exert herself forward and attempt to rush into the other. She'd probably slam into her chest or face or shoulder, depending of the position, to shove her back and then bombard the other with licks and kisses. Shhh, don't be upset.
(22:21:45) Monro growled lightly feeling the clash of teeth ream together, her body forcing against the other woman's chest allowing back end to take on the weight. Refusing to fall backwards instead shook their combined weight to the side with a light playful snarl, fem soon found her limbs wrapping around the other as the pair fell back. Face scrunched up as the other lavished her with gentle kisses paws pressed to her chest as head craned away with a grimice "Ah god, Nida; stop what if Smug sees" she'd whine lowly hoping her girl crush wouldn't come around.
(22:25:28) Cortés kept on his own game, his mind blank. The fact that they both fell, and air left his lungs was the only momentary set back. But now he was atop, body hugging the man beneath him. He didn't stop, he didn't even breathe. He was like one of those damn little horn dogs with a pillow, except his pillow was Zod. He thrashed, moved his jaws and actually attempted to shoot his jaws forward to bite the man's shoulder to hold him still, but if not he'd lick and smooch and be all romantic...in an aggressive sort of way. Smooch smooch! He would still hump away until finally, he expelled himself, excitement too much at this point. With the biting, and all that crap, he was done. DONE. He released all he could, about a year or so's worth since Diverge. Though of course this time, it was with a male. A part of him was horrified with what he'd done. Another part didn't care. He was tired now, his body limp atop the man, spent and ready to pass out. Tiredly, he'd look toward the woman, their own version of whatever the hell had started between he and Zod. Hot damn.
(22:47:39) Zodiak continued to vibrate beneath cort, increased frustrations building as he'd lost his upper hand in the humping matter. jaws would aim to grasp at lower neck, biting down firmly but gently to growl into the brute. Damn what was wrong with him? He had seemingly hated this wolf moments ago but now.. that was all gone, this wolf was helping him and it was good. There was a moment of confusion as the man went limp. Oshitfattygetoff. Zod squirmed out from under him, tongue lolling out to pant heavily as his body was still pulsing... he wasn't done. Frame would quickly shift to straddle over the male's hind end, paws hooking round his thighs as he tried to pull his rump from the earth to align with man parts. Gravity was in favor of the exhausted brute and frustrated, zodi continued to try until own frame was forced to half collapse overtop of him, humping having to settle for corts back instead of his rear end. He'd continue on until finally the moment came where zodi became a man... He wasn't quite sure how to handle it so series of whines escaped him and jaws searched to bite at corts scruff to vent the tension. When all was said and done he'd slide off beside cort's back. Jaws parted widely and nose tilted upwards as he panted heavily, whole body shifting with effort. After a moment's breath he'd turn attention to cort to groom the brute, affectionate licks given to his back and shoulders before head rested across him as he prepared to drift off.
(23:02:42) Nida's chest bashes into hers, forcing the clunky woman to rear up half-heartedly to wrap her forelegs around the other's neck as they wilted and fell; a loud thuds assured the two made it to the ground, and hereafter snarls and growling and slobber came into play. She nipped at her nose followed by shoved a paw at the woman's face. What is it with this strange pattern of a fight turned playful? At this rate .. she'd never gain experience and grow to be a 'true' wolf, whatever that is in the eyes of Vechnyy. The other tried pushing Nida away but her arms around Monro tightened with a firm resolve. But as she noticed the two males going at it in the background, she stopped curtly and arose on her fours. Then she makes for the den's mouth, huffing. Menstrual rage: activate.
Smug had been resting by her tree, trophy jawbone and tail kept close even though by this point the bones had little skin left. Her wounds had begun to heal quite nicely after being cleaned by Nida and resting instead of out and about on her lame leg. She was actually able to walk with only minor limping visible. Earthen-toned woman was awakened when Monro approached and fell asleep against her. Gaze trailed over the other woman, now a member of Vechnyy and smiled. Tongue came out to preen her a moment before she decided to get up and stretch those stiff limbs. Ugh. She had been laying for too long, time for some exercise. Teeth gritted, Smug pulled herself to a stand and forelegs stretched forth despite the arguments in her hind leg. A couple scabs cracked open and a few beads of blood poked through the gashes on her shoulder. Head shook and paws brought her out of the shadow, a little stiffly. Olive gaze settled on the Tsar and attention was immediately caught as he circled something. More like someone. A newcomer? She certainly didn't recognize them. Snort came forth from her nose as she approached and shot out a greeting while maintaining a respectable distance. "Tsar... Stranger..." Eyes flicked between the two with passive interest.
Crony's tail would still sway high in the air, muscles tensing as the light male drew nearer. Creme one would continue to go unnoticed as they silently slipped away. More accented words would be thrown his way, eagerly listening. This time however, Cro would not respond, only watch as the male began to circle him. The sensation of a nose trailing down his back sent a gentle tingle up his spine. When those teeth were snapped on his behind, however, the tingle turned into a jolt. A soft moan of sorts would escape the bi-toned one's lips- the masochistic side of him showing itself slightly. As the brute circled around behind him, head would be switched to the other side to continue following his movements. "Well, I was simply searching for my next meal when I wandered in on... whatever this was..." A slight pause. "That is, until you showed up..." Tone was indefinitely flirty, a matching smile growing on his lips, knowing exactly what he might get himself into. Gaze was placed intently on the other, whom he was now face-to-face with, until another voice was heard. Gaze would move away from the brute, giving the one who had assumingly emerged from the nearby den a side-eye glance, with that flirty smile remaining. More silence from the intruding male, though the new female's form would be given a look over.
Drakov: Eyes had pretty much shut as he absorbed every thing he could from the intruder. No doubt clear as day by this point, pale bastard's continued circling would come to a momentary pause practically side to side with the male. Just long enough for glance to be given to the newly approaching Smug. Mm. Cuze this couldn't get any worse, right? There were but a few faces Drak turned to in times like these, and though he'd never before let out his frustrations on this one in particular.. It'd be a lie to say she wasn't on his list. Presence only made it worse, needless to say. His momentary glance, though full of conversation even in that short look, quickly snapped back towards their guest. Lip curled in that toothy grin fashion, only to part slowly after. Teeth split as paws swiveled him in place, so that he could attempt to bite down across the males scruff. Though quick and smooth as his actions typically were, he held absolutely no sign of aggression or legitimate hostility outside of maybe.. Horny frustration. But even that was subtle as ever, considering he was quite certain it was to be subdued rather soon!
Smug's gaze absorbed the situation before her. What the hell was going on? Eyes set on the newcomer as he looked at her with a weird smile. Head lowered slightly with a curled lip and the softest of growls preparing in her throat at him. Who the hell was he? And then the Tsar had also looked at her oddly. She had no idea how to comprehend the atmosphere around these two as she had never been exposed to such. It was as if she were prey and they were two starving beings ready to pounce on her or on anything really. Muscles had tensed in her body as she watched Drak grab at the scruff on the newcomer's neck. Wait, what was going on? Confusion crossed her features, placing more insecurities as her ignorance of the situation came to light. She hated not knowing something. Growl had accidentally become louder and stance had switched into something more dominant and aggressive than her usual posture. Not that she was usually so submissive, but relaxed or neutral.
Crony's gaze was just returning to the brute as he moved to position himself. Stance would be shifted to support the extra weight, which was more than welcomed. More moans would be heard from Cro as he felt the teeth on his scruff, spine-tingling pleasure coming with the pain. He hadn't expected to be in this situation with a stranger today... though he wasn't going to complain. Having not forgotten that there had been another that wandered on the scene just before, sight would be placed on them. He'd notice her tense and dominant stance, simply looking back at her with that flirty smile he still held on his lips. Lips which he would sweep his tongue over, accompanied by a moan from feeling the teeth still on his skin. Speaking over her growls, he'd make light of her concerns. "What? Don't be so tense- just having a little fun." Cro would then give a quick wink to the lass, before attention would return to the male mounted on him.
Drakov: Teeth landed successfully, a solid hold obtained with ease considering the male put up little to no struggle in the slightest. With a mild puncture of skin, he hooked in and reared paws to wrap them in a vice like grip around the strangers hips. Well. Sort of.. Given his side position, he'd have to yank the bastard over and into place first, but! That was just fine. Simply amped him on, harhar. Smug's absolutely puzzled demeanor ushered forth a smirk behind full maw, toothy grin despite clinched around his.. temporary little fuck toy Poor Smug. Shh. Don't worry baby. It will all make sense in time... After he.. finished up with Cron and took a few days to recharge his batteries! HA. Bastard didn't comprehend a whole hell of a lot in terms of affections, but this he got! Needless to say it was far less affection and far more pure pleasure but that was besides the point.. It was one of those things! Yea. Let's go with that. Make himself feel more deep and compassionate even though he had no idea wtf that was. Grip remained, vicious and unrelenting as hips went to town filling his needs. Oolala. Movements didn't cease until he'd gotten his rocks off, assuming of course Cron stayed still through it all. What a lovely way to meet a stranger.. Use them for a quickie.. Yeaaa great social skills ftw. As he'd came to a close, a deep vibrating growl rumbled out, followed along by the detachment of teeth. But not the detachment of body and body.. Nono. He'd be stuck for a few, forced to make conversation tied together. Didn't stop him from rolling his shoulders in a small stretch though. Back arching, and maw parting to yawn. "mm.. Vell zat vas enjoyable.."
Smug hackles raised further as Drak mounted the stranger. Ok seriously what the fuck? Poor woman had no idea what was going on. Even when she had her babies, she was artificially inseminated so this was COMPLETELY new to her. She wasn't really sure why she was getting so worked up either... She didn't get this way when she watched others fight... well... she did get excited at that. Same when she fought with others. She guessed it was a similar feeling but much more carnal, like she was pissed off yet excited at the same time. Frustrated. Little did she know that she was definitely aroused and that fighting got her all hot and bothered as well. Two going at it, well now, that was hot. BUT she had no idea that these were the confused feelings swelling within her so she became even more frustrated with that fact. Lip curled further as she watched, not able to tear her eyes away from the two horndogs. Growling was constant as her posture turned slightly manic in its aggression. She cray cray, that's for sure. If she didn't release this buildup of anger and frustration quick, she was gonna explode.
Crony remained a complacent little toy during the whole episode. When yanked over, he'd stumble with his back feet slightly, if only from it being unexpected, righting himself immediately. Soft moans would continue from the pain of teeth planted on his skin, though he'd make no drastic movements. Eyes would remain on the lass near them, as if amused by her confusion and frustration. He'd occasionally wink, lick his lips, and moan exorbitantly loud just to see her reaction. Soon though, he heard growls growing from the beast mounted on him, followed by the familiar feeling of said partner being relieved. Feeling his scruff being released, the toy let out a satisfied sigh, still feeling the sting of the slight punctures that remained. With the weight of the other off his back, he'd give his fur a shake, chuckling when he heard the other male speak. "You're tellin' me." Turning his head towards them to give them a glance, he'd speak. "Now what were ya sayin', about tearin' me apart an' runnin' me off?"
Drakov: Tension was placed where the two were joined, though eased immediately after. Just the occasional.. Little tug to see if he could separate, every couple minutes. Mm. It was time for a god damn nap, that was for damned sure. Hohum. Lazed expression rose from the ground, blinking lightly as he shifted to set sights on the speaking brute and then.. Smug once more, practically quaking in place. Mm. "Don't vorry.. You'll get your turn.." He'd casually toss his words out before returning attention to his momentary toy. "Hrm.. Vhat vas it I vas sayin?... " Body shuffled, rear end wiggling until finally... He'd separate from the male with a little groan. Probably slightly ahead of bodies schedule but all was good. "As much as i'd love zat ass to be around .. Ze choice is yours. I am Drakov. Tsar, King of Vechnyy." Awkward to say aloud so formally and upfront, without persecution, but. Best to just get it out the way. "Und zere is no way to stay unless you bow to me. To join us. Osser wise.. It pains me to say i'm gonna 'ave to rip that pretty ass apart." Paws twisted him in place as he spoke, so that he could press shoulder lightly against the strangers hip, tongue slipping between teeth to glide across the base of his tail. "I certainly hope you choose to stay.." If only for his own enjoyment, but that wasn't the point now was it. JEEBUS. Drak certainly had him a wide range of intense moods now didn't he.
Smug. The tension slightly eased as the Tsar expelled himself in the stranger and energy levels dropped. Her growling ceased but lip remained curled and posture rigid. Fiery gaze shifted to the Tsar as he spoke to her. Blink was offered before a snort. "As if." Though she didn't really mean it. Her feelings confused her which naturally angered her as well. A never ending cycle. She felt starving but her stomach was already full. Sigh. Shake of her head was given before paws began to tread back and forth as she paced a few steps before turning around and etc. All of this pent up energy and nothing to do with it. Maybe she would go fight some poor unlucky soul... Or destroy a tree. Hmmm, both sounded like good ideas. head perked up while the two conversed though the girl barely paused in her pacing while she listened. Gaze squinted as she regarded the Tsar talking about asses before another snort was given. Part of her hoped that the stranger would resist and she could join in on whipping him into submission. Oh Muggie.... what are we to do with you?
Crony would wait patiently for the tie to be broken- he knew how it was with a struggle. At least for others. Cro didn't mind a tie-struggle all that much. He'd feel a tug every now and then, though it was more pleasureful than not. The fact that he found pain a source of pleasure may or may not have come into play there. With a bit of a jolt up his spine he'd feel the separation, taking a few steps to stretch now that he was free. He'd listen to the brute with amusement. So, he'd just fucked a King, huh? That was hot. He'd watched as the brute stepped closer to him again, running his tongue over the base of his tail. Adding a bit of humor to the situation, he'd lower his front end to the ground, tail flagged high in the air. Taking bowing to the literal level. "Well, Mister King Drakov of Vechnny... as long as you're around, see no reason to leave." He'd catch a glimpse of the frustrated lass pacing, a smirk dawning on his lips. "Hey, you, the one pacing over there. You look a little tense." He'd pause for a moment, continuing whether he got a reaction from her or not. "Why don't you come over here and take it out on me?" Jeez, how much could you possibly want? Cro would wink at her again if he'd gotten her attention. If not, he'd simply continue to watch her until something else stole his attention.
Drakov: mmm. As delightful as that was, he was always a little to eager to detach himself. The feeling of being so... stuck.. It wasn't pleasant.. Simply because he was so distrusting of everyone. Not to say he was fearful of some particular possible instance, but because his confidence was founded in his ability to at least TRY against an opposing source, being in that situation kind of prevented such a thing. To be frank, Cin and Vad were probably the only two beings he held a comfortable standing with in regards to essentially putting his life in another's hands. Ah well. Not something he cared to think about. He'd had his fun! Well.. The majority of it. Now it was time for his second favorite passed time. Paws outstretched to wrap around a hind limb, as the male dropped to taunt himself about further. Light growl echoed out, until attention snapped to Smug. Or.. More specifically, Cron's words towards her. "Mm.. Great.. Smug.. Vould you care to do ze honors of initiation?" As much as he wanted to do it himself, he was beat... So instead he'd sit on the side lines and watch in delight.
Smug watched with a mildly disdainful sneer as the newcomer bowed at the Tsar. Suck up. Sure the lass respected him, but no way could she bring herself to stoop THAT low. She paused mid-step and bristled, lowering her head and snarling at the stranger as he taunted her. As if she'd let him get away with that. Before Drak had even finished the sentence, Smug was launching herself at the newcomer. "Yesssssss...." she growled out in response. She could feel the need to expel her anger and frustration on something, or rather someone. Damn him and his cocky ass smile and agitating winks. She gon fuq him up. She couldn't even feel the ache in her back leg anymore with the amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Head lowered and she kept her body weight low to the ground so that she could body check him and hopefully send him off-balance to the dirt where she would immediately throw her weight atop him in a straddle and teeth would come snapping down at whatever they could get a hold of.
Crony watched in anticipation as the woman drew nearer. It seemed his taunting had gotten under her skin quite easily. He braced himself as she barreled into him, though from this position, he wasn't exactly going to stay upright. Before the brute who had been on top of him could spit out the sentence inviting the girl to help herself to this initiation process, he was under a body once again. The force of her moving weight had knocked him over, causing him to roll on his back. The lass had moved her weight on him in a straddle, and with the angle that the lass had tackled him at, her ass was now in male's the face. He began taunting her in that instant by wagging his big ass fluffy tail. Going by what Drakov was doing before Smug was invited- this initiation was that Cro was going to lose his tail. Time to make the best of it. If the taunt succeeded, he'd spout more taunting words. "Come on, Smug, bite me." He'd give her a bit of a nip in the ass to spur her forward in the action of claiming his tail.
Smug could see that the stranger was practically waiting for her to attack. Seems like he was weird like her, though she didn't outwardly show that side of herself since it still confused her. This fueled her frustration even more that he could be so open and such a cocky shit. Shoulder connected with hip and she sent him rolling on her back. It almost wasn't fun since he was just letting her... almost... Sigh. She did like a lil fight that was for sure. No wonder she ended up with all the bruises and wounds she did with no regret. Snarl was emitted as he nipped at her ass and foot was raised to kick at his damn face. His words sent her over the edge and head thrust forth with parted jaws to clasp around tail with filed ivories. Hard. Blood rushed into her mouth and she relished the taste. Ass practically sat on the stranger while fore legs stretched and she yanked upward. Twisting her head to the side and thrashing in order to separate the tail from its base. If effective, he would be left with a fluffnub. Tail would be clenched between teeth proudly and growls emitting as if to say, 'You're my bitch now' as she competed with the Tsar for that ass. Tossing the tail towards where Drak lay observing, attention would turn back to what was left. Hmm... Tongue would dart out to lick the precious wound she had caused. Now this was a fine ass, not knowing that's what she was thinking. She would continue to lick, emphasizing her point of the stranger's ass belonging to her not Drak, by sniffing and eventually running her tongue along his orifice before turning to bite his cheek.
Crony felt his anticipation rising the longer the woman sat straddled on him. But it seemed that his taunting had worked- with is nip on her ass, his tail was gone in a matter of seconds. With this event, an unstifled moan escaped the male's mouth, the burst of intense pain causing a much greater sensation of pleasure than Drakov had with is light biting. Now THAT was what he was talking about. Right after that, however, the lass was up and moving again, and he watched her silently. With his cocky smile, of course. It was a bit strange to see the majority of his tail separated from his body- but at the same time it was enlightening. He'd keep his eyes on his detached appendage for a moment while Smug dropped it near the Tsar, and turned back towards him. Gaze would only return to the lass again as she lowered her head to what was left of his tail. He watched as her tongue flicked out over the wound multiple times. This caused him to moan softly with each pass, contact making the nub sting. He didn't try to make a move- there was really no need to. He was having too much fun. What he absolutely hadn't expected, however, was the pass over the indefinitely more sensitive area, making him twitch in surprise. And finally a nip at his own ass- payback, he assumed. After he took a moment to gather his thoughts from what had just happened, he started to piece it all together. He'd stare at her intently, facial expression turned from that cocky grin into something a tad more serious, though still playful. "You like it- don't you?" He'd pause for a moment, continuing whether she answered or not. "You like causing pain. The thrill of fighting... it gets to you. But you don't know it yet." Another pause, though not long enough to allow her to begin speaking. "I could see it in your eyes. The frustration and confusion. I know how you felt." This time he'd be done speaking until she'd said or done her part.
Smug. The moans that the male had released while she tore off his appendage had excited yet frustrated her even more, bringing her blood to a boil. Finally when it was gone, a bit of that stifling need was appeased though she could still feel it pulling at her. Amused gaze flicked up to the stranger's face as he twitched at her motions. Good. Payback felt good. No one would bite her ass and not be returned in kind. Head lifted though as his facial expression turned into one more serious. His words jolted through her, causing confusion as she tried to understand what he meant by that. What did she enjoy? Fighting? Of course. She was born into it, it was part of her. She didn't comprehend that he was getting at the fact that it got to her sexually. To her interpretation, his words meant joy in winning and fighting. There was no denying that she liked feeling strong and striking down any that opposed her. So it was weird when he said she didn't know it yet. Of course she knew it! It was one of the first things she was sure of herself about. Anger spiked through her once more, she did not not like being confused. Confusion was for the ignorant and the weak. She lunged on top of him again, this time bloodied teeth snapping near his face. "You know nothing," she would snarl, nipping his cheek as a warning while staring down at him should he not have moved. It was hard for her to convey what she was feeling into words, so her confusion on the whole ordeal may have been lost in translation.
Crony watched as the confusion grew on the woman's face yet again, followed by the frustrated out lash, to which he would hardly be phased by. Yes, he knew. "I know more than you think I do. If you'll listen." Regardless of an answer, he continued. "I know we usually fight to feel strong... important... valuable. But you feel something else as well. Like I do." Another intent stare before he spoke again. "Now, give me a good bite! I know you want to..." He'd crane his neck to the side a bit, giving easy access to the meaty part where the shoulder meets the neck. The cocky smirk would return, if only the entice the lass. "Right here..."
Smug growled as he met her with unflinching seriousness. This isn't what was supposed to happen. Fuck feelings. But a part of her was piqued by his words. Would he be able to clear the confusion? She wasn't one to admit help though... Oh the conflict brewing inside of her. Teeth went to nick his jaw while he spoke, though less aggressive and more of a warning that she would listen but he was on a short leash. Hmm... if only she had a leash right now.... Thoughts were quickly put to a stop as he instructed her to bite him. Did she hear him right? His head craned and she gazed down at the tender flesh with a lustful craving. As much as she hated being told what to do,she complied, if not out of simple curiosity of what would happen. Jaws lunged forward suddenly and, with a loud snarl, teeth parted to clamp down hard on the spot, easily drawing pinpricks of blood to the surface with her needle-like ivories.
Crony kept himself relaxed as he could while waiting for the blow. Would she comply? Or would she tear him to shreds? Or walk off? He wouldn't need to wait long for an answer. After the quick nip at his neck, the real bite came. And was it ever a bite! Accompanied by a loud snarl, those sharp teeth would make glorious contact with his skin. It sent an electric current up and down his spine, a moan escaping from his slightly opened maw. Now was his chance. "Do you feel it? The excitement. The part that confuses you. But somehow it feels so good." A moment would be given for them to try and focus on it. "It excites you... sexually." How would the woman take this? Knowing that he did, in fact, understand. Would one of their puzzle pieces fall into place, or would they yet fail to recognize and accept how they felt? "It's nothing to be ashamed about- in fact, one might say it gives you the upper hand in fighting. Especially if you enjoy the receiving end..." He would hint at his eagerness to finally sink his own teeth into some flesh, after everything he'd taken up to this point. Not that he minded at all, he was just as happy either way. It was just fun to be on top too.
Smug. Pleasure surged through her in waves, a whole new level than before now that she was aware of it. No longer did it lurk within the recesses of her mind but instead shoved itself to the forefront and demanded immediate attention. His words only fueled this as it swirled around inside her. She still didn't understand it but she could acknowledge it. Bite pinched slightly harder before releasing and she raised her head, baring her bloody teeth at him. Tongue would then swipe across her lips as she focused on the words he was saying. It was hard to focus through all the mixed emotions clouding her judgement. Why would this excite her so? She'd never even engaged in any form of sexual relations before. Fiery eyes would stare down at him as he mentioned being on the receiving end. Mind cast back to all the beatings she'd taken, all the wounds she'd received, the times she'd been drowned, electrocuted, etc etc. Warning growl was given once more and teeth remained bared as she turned her head away from her already marred shoulder. The scabs were tender and would easily break open again under pressure. Might as well go all the way with pain to see, right?
Crony would try to pay attention to how the lass reacted beyond his own mind tizzy inflicted by her bite. What he said seemed to be reaching her- at least she wasn't trying to rip his throat out. Yet. The bite would continue while- he assumed- she was trying to sort out her feelings. Eventually the bite would tighten slightly before she released him from her grasp. Cro slowly turned his head back to the woman, punctures in his neck stinging. He would watch as she silently- apart from a growl- turned her head away from him, exposing the scabbed scars on her own shoulder. He would wait for a moment, to allow her time to change her mind- as well as for him to finally get off of his back. Once on his feet and in position, he'd give a passing glance at her bared teeth, before focusing once again on her shoulder. A low growl would begin building up in his throat in anticipation, before exploding not into a loud, but guttural growl, as his maw shot open, and teeth dug forth into the damaged flesh. If any sign that she wanted him to stop were given, he would remove his teeth immediately.
Smug waited impatiently as the male collected himself. She did not waver in her decision or move while he did so. Eye stared at him from the side as she held her head away, teeth bared in a cross between a snarl and a smirk. Wordlessly she gave him the go ahead by keeping herself open even though almost every inch of her yearned to turn back and fight. Submitting was a concept she wasn't very fond of, though maybe given the right circumstances... His growl excited her and sent her adrenaline pumping once more. It took all of her self-control to avoid turning to lunge at him as he came at her. As soon as his teeth met her wounded flesh, inhale of breath before snarl was given. It was oddly close to a moan. Pupils dilated as she embraced the pain. It did indeed excite her in ways she never knew existed. After a few moments, her dominant spirit took the reigns again and head whipped around with parted jaws to snap at him while her paw came up to push at his chest. Once he released her, she would jump at him again, aiming to clasp jaws around the loose skin of his neck scruff, biting much harder than Drak would have.
Crony held back his own excitement in this instance, however begrudgingly. First time on top today and he couldn't even fully enjoy it yet. As much as he wanted to let the feelings rush through, he couldn't let it get in the way of the other being comfortable. Beyond his own growl, he heard an inhale- and then, a snarl. However this one was different than it had been before, when Smug had dug her teeth into his neck. This one was more... sensual. After hearing this, he allowed the flood gates to open, allowing the pleasure to seep through him. To enjoy the fact that his teeth had implanted in her, drawing blood. The scabs were no doubt cracked and bleeding. Though he wouldn't get to enjoy it for long, as only a few moments after that, Smug would snap her teeth and push at him with a paw. He let go reluctantly, though didn't make the lass wait. His guttural vocalizations would fade out, and he'd take a second to survey the damage. Blood trickled down over the fur and scabbed skin, though not in any large amount. He moved to run his tongue over the area he'd just dug his teeth into, but it seemed the woman had other plans. He'd smirk, teeth baring again in that cocky grin. She wanted more, made apparent as she came after him with her own teeth aimed at his scruff. However, with him being in such close proximity already, it didn't take much effort to slip in close before she had the chance to land a solid hold. Now chest to chest with the woman, her head over his own shoulder and most likely hanging onto whatever amount of scruff she'd managed to get. She definitely bit hard, and the pain that came with it drew a moan from the male. Cro would immediately attempt to hook his chin over the back of her neck, teeth grasping for a hold on her flesh yet again. Opposite leg would be raised to make it more difficult for her to slip out the opposite direction. If he managed to get a grip on her, his raised leg would find a place to hook onto over her shoulder as well.
Smug was just a mixture of conflicting emotions. She hated herself for it yet it felt too damn good to be ignored anymore. Tongue grazed the other's cheek as he licked at her bleeding wound, a moment of sweetness before she launched into it again. After all, it was all fun and games...right? For now. That cocky grin of his really set her blood boiling and she wanted to wipe it off his face. This time seemed different with the stranger than when she had witnessed Drak take hold of him. He had been completely submissive then. She idly wondered what had made him change in such a short period of time? But on the other hand, it turned her on. Not that she quite understand the full meaning of that yet. It would probably be a good long while before the earthen woman managed to put two and two together... Not the best with dealing with emotions. Chest slammed into chest and it reverberated through her being as she held her ground. Teeth found their hold and she tugged with a lustful growl as he moaned. While he maneuvered to get higher ground, she pressed back, using her full weight to her advantage. She was indeed a big girl. They were well-matched in this area. As she threw her weight forward, fore paws would raise up to mimic the other's actions and pushing them both up on hind legs should he continue pressing on. There she would twist her neck, pulling on the scruff with her to pull his head to the side and hopefully off balance. If he went down, they both went down though.
Crony would successfully land his teeth on the other's neck, biting down as hard as she was. Which was pretty damn hard. Both front legs would now be moved to wrap around her neck, completing his vice grip. He'd take a moment for himself to enjoy being bitten and biting. Newly made fluffnub would give a waggle as the other seemed just as enthusiastic about the current situation, following in his action of embracing. He'd vocalize a playful growl of his own as she began to press forward, causing both of their front ends to start to raise up in the air. He did the same, moving his weight forward, and the two were soon dancing. As she pulled on his scuff with her weight, he didn't really make much of a resistance- instead he worked with it. As she pulled, he pushed, and they began to topple over. During this, he'd pull himself closer to her, keeping his hold on her neck tight. No effort was made to really let them go down easy- he was coming down on top anyways. With the lass pulling down instead of pushing, this gave Cro the advantage. Teeth would be released but for a moment to reposition and secure themselves again with the same vigor, to prevent his face from being squashed. Arms would stay right where they were. As they finally hit the ground with a thud, the wind would be knocked out of both of them- though with Smug on the bottom, her probably more. Quickly, with a playful growl- mixed with a moan if the lass still had his scruff in her mouth, the drop was sure to cause her to bite down hard if that was the case- he'd move to secure his straddling position with his full weight, body moving up slightly on the lass due to his grasp being over both of her front legs. He'd attempt to snuggle his butt between the lass' hind legs to preventing her from kicking at him to try and get him off. If this straddling attempt was successful, more growls would errupt from the male, and he would begin to play with his toothy grasp on her neck- pulling, twisting, biting down harder for a moment here and there. In the mix of excitement and pleasure, he'd begin to hump the woman's stomach, though it'd turn into grinding the majority of the time. At this point he'd completely forgotten about Drakov sitting on the sidelines.
Smug's lame hind leg would buckle as she pressed against him. Even though she barely felt the pain in it, the motion was too much and a sharp growl echoed forth from her mouth as it gave in. Ouch. She rolled onto her back as they fell, getting the weight off her leg as soon as possible and to avoid being completely winded. The male would maneuver on top of her though she cared little by this point. Her shoulder was bleeding and her leg throbbing, she might have started off on a challenge a little too soon it would appear. A mix between a moan and a groan came forth a few times as he straddled her and pulled and twisted at her fluff. What an awkward angle that must have been for him. Instead of keeping her head positioned where she could reciprocate the actions, teeth let go and moved to slip under his chin and at his throat since he was stretched around her head. He teeth remained closed as her only action was to pry his maw from her scruff and away from her. Wasn't fun without a fight right? Paw would also wedge itself between their necks and push while other went up to push at his cheek. Should she be successful, jaws would dart forward to clamp teeth around his chin, basically holding his mouth shut from the bottom. Whether she succeeded or not she would begin to moan slightly as he ground against her in a humping motion. What the hell was this? Why didn't she mind it? Why did she want to do it as well? What a weird girl she was. She would prefer having some power which is why she wanted his maw. Not that she would hurt him too much or thrash, most likely just hold it while she growled and moaned and he did as he pleased with her.
Crony. The tower of two would indeed crash down, easier than he'd anticipated. The woman's leg had buckled, sending them in a hellward tumble with a pained growl. He felt bad about it, but she didn't seem too plagued by it, so he continued on in the same fashion. Place would successfully be taken between her legs as well, and was soon bumpin' and grindin' on the lass. Soon he'd feel the release of teeth from his scruff, though that didn't matter much now. The aches coming from it and his other "battle" wounds were enough fuel for his fire at this point. Closed muzzle would soon be felt under his chin, and after a bit of pushing he finally let go- he'd probably aggravated that area enough for now anyways. After his teeth were removed the woman's paws would move to push him away, making contact with his neck and cheek. His front legs would remain where they were around her neck however, keeping the rest of him close as his head was moved away. Once his face had successfully been moved away from her, and he felt her teeth put a grip on his chin, it didn't feel like she had further intent to fight back so he went with it. He'd continue with their chorus of moans and growls, thoroughly enjoying every bit of it. Even his face being restricted in movement- what a dirty boy. He'd continue on in the act for quite a while, until finally he'd had his fill- satisfied. Grip on the woman's neck would loosen, though he'd remain in the embrace if the other didn't try to get out from under him. If no move was made to evacuate, he'd tug slightly on the hold she had on his face- aiming to get movement back. If this was given, he'd lower his maw to her neck again, though this time with gentle grooming and licks. He'd remain silent until she wished him to speak.
Smug was confused by the fact that she almost... missed? the tugging on her neck when he let go. She had little time to dwell on that however as she shot forawrd and successfully clamped teeth around his maw. Good. The power it gave her sent her blood sizzling and she was warm in places she'd never been before. What an odd sensation... Her own paws went up to wrap around the stranger's neck and pull him in as he was doing to her. Her growls and moans matched his as he had his fun. Soon they both had their fill and body stiffened. Smug let him loose from both holds and tongue swiped out and over her bloodied ivories and lips. Heated eyes matched his for a moment before he set about licking and grooming her. Earthen woman allowed the affections for a moment while she settled down from her high and her breathing steadily returned to normal. Soon though, she had enough and slight irritation that she had been made to feel these confusing emotions touched her, and so she bucked while paws pushed at him to get him off. If he complied she would jump up and move a few steps before shaking out her fur and lowering her ass to the ground. Man her leg hurt again... Olive gaze found his but the confusion inside her was tumultuous. She didn't quite know what had happened, why it had made her feel so good, why she felt relieved and as if she had just ate a full meal, and why she wanted to do it again. "My name is Smug. You have passed your initiation, welcome to Vechnyy." She sounded pretty formal and stiff, but she didn't know what to do so she addressed something she knew she could.
Crony. Those tangled moments had been glorious- easily on his list of top experiences. Pain had been a much bigger factor than ever before in his acts, and it had thrilled him to no end. Movement of maw would be allowed by the woman once again, and he'd groom her for a short while. When the woman under him began to grow restless, trying to topple him off, he'd comply and simply roll off her. He'd lay there and stretch out, watching the lass move a bit away and shake out her fur. The other would be the first one to speak, sounding strangely tense- considering what had just happened. On the opposite side of the spectrum, Cro spoke with an utterly relaxed and casual tone. "Hello Smug. Nice to... meet you." He'd pause for one of his cocky smiles, though there was also a genuine hint to it. "My name's Crony. I hope I have may the pleasure of your company again in the future..." Considering he was now in the pack, the chances of that happening were higher than none.
Smug felt satisfied on the inside. It was like she had been waiting, itching for that for so long and then finally she got it. She remembered back to the times that she felt the biggest urges for this (in heat) and wondered what that meant. It was around the time when those urges started that the humans had separated her from the other dogs in the camp and intensified their training. How odd... Little did she know that they had been readying her to have pups should she continue to prove her prowess in the ring. The other's smile drew Smug out of her thoughts and she glared at him a moment. Man she hated the cockiness of this one. If only she hadn't been so confused and ruled by emotions, and if she had been more healthy, she would have made him her bitch. Not that she was his, let's get that straight. Snort burst forth from her nose as he continued. "Don't go getting so cocky there, stud. I will be the one to take you next time.... IF there is a next time." She made sure to enunciate her words to punctuate the point. They were followed by a curl of the lip to show a single incisor in a sly smile before she shook herself once more and walked away to try and decipher what had just happened and her current state of emotion. The Tsar had the male's tail and he was now a member of Vechnyy. Maybe she could speak to one of the Tsars later about what had happened and why? And what completing an initiation task meant for her place in the pack.
Crony wouldn't really feel the need to speak anymore- he could tell she wouldn't like any of his cocky comebacks. He'd simply smirk and wink once more as she walked off, and lay his head down to take a nap once she was gone.
Smug had left the new Vechnyy member with a satiated feeling in her gut yet a turbulent mind and unsteady emotions. What the hell had just happened? She needed space to think clearly. Luckily the sun had dipped below the horizon and most of the pack had settled down for the night. Noticing this, the woman immediately lost some the tension in her form that had begun to build back up with her thoughts and feelings. She had managed to calm down thoroughly after her...release. All the pent up frustrations and such had been expelled and allowed her a grace period that lasted all of a couple of minutes before it started building again. It was like clockwork, hitting midnight then starting the hours all over again. Sigh. She shook her head to concentrate on where she was going and what she was doing. A little early for her usual border run.... It didn't help that she had a serious limp from her lame leg and renewed bleeding on her shoulder. Oh well. Off she went, heading out towards the border to ensure their markers were indeed in place and nothing was amiss.
Locating the first marker, she glanced around and sniffed at the air and dirt. She couldn't detect any recent traces of unknown canines, or any beast for that matter. Lass walked a few feet before leaving a marker of her own then continued around the perimeter. As she walked at a leisurely pace, her thoughts wandered though nose and ears remained mostly on alert. Woman drew inside of herself and attempted to assimilate and unravel the intricacies of her emotions. It was definitely an arduous task. Desire. That was one of the identified emotions that Smug knew of. Back in her old life she had desired much. Much of what exactly? The mutt certainly liked to fight, but did she desire it? Sometimes. Breath was released after taking that first step, eyes darting around as she came to the next marker and after discovering nothing new, refreshed it. Moving on, keeping her nice stroll, she delved deeper into the motivations of her desire. The woman had been bred into a world of blood, bite, and pain. Looking back, she realized that she had done things at times to evoke anger from her trainers. Was this because she desired their attention? Fuck no. A couple paces as she debated this. Punishment. Eyes widened slightly at the epiphany. Yep, that sounded right. Thoughts drifted back to the clever ways they had punished her and trained her. The pain they inflicted. Pushing her to swim until nearly drowned, stabbing her with cattle prods to jolt electricity through her veins, muzzled her then tossed her in a cage as a bait dog, etc. The buds of longing returned as the seed had been planted. The stinging punctures on her scruff and shoulder from Crony's bites coupled with the throbbing in her hind leg as she walked was enough to bring it back to the forefront of her mind. Now that she knew she liked pain, it would become a much larger part of her and how she acted. Smug wondered why she had looked back on those memories so vehemently before... probably because she was lying to herself and terrified of what she might have found while looking closer. Her emotions were one of the few things in this world that could cause fear to clutch at her iron heart.
The next marker came up and she examined the area. Nothing out of the ordinary though there were more recent indications that some prey had come through there. Following it inwards she discovered a patch of bloody grass where the scent of death hung. Looked like someone else had already got it. A snort was given in disappointment before she headed back to the edge and left her scent then moved on. Crony had given her pain in a much more sexual manner than she'd ever experienced. No one had introduced her to that side of things so she had never put two and two together until now. Thoughts were then diverted to Drak's comment - "Don't vorry.. You'll get your turn.." - and she stopped in her tracks. Was the Tsar planning on doing to her what he had done to Crony and in turn Crony to her? Eyes blinked as she tried to figure out how she felt about that. It disturbed her that she realized she actually wouldn't mind it and might in fact WANT it. Shake of the fur was given as her thoughts turned into lust too easily and she resumed her walk. She pushed that aside to instead think about Crony's words about how she enjoyed dishing out pain as well. It was true she was dominant in nature, but like to hurt others? Ok, maybe a little. The idea of exacting her strength and inflicting pain on the innocent or defenseless was abhorrent, but in a fight or even what she had done with the strange male... That definitely left a good feeling inside of her.
Marking along the way, the Sluzhit had managed to thoroughly check most of the scent markers and refresh those that needed it. The perimeter was rather secure. Must be the influx of new members that were trickling in. Not only were they doing their rounds like her at random times, but no smart entity would want to mess with a pack as large and intimidating as Vechnyy. She brought herself to a halt by the pond and rolled onto her back in the grass. Olive gaze turned to the stars and gazed at them, filling her with serenity. That was enough self-examination for one night. Although it felt satisfying being able to finally sort through some of that cacophony of confusion rattling around within her, she still did not take too kindly to emotions and how they ruled her body. Didn't matter that they sometimes felt good, Smug would be controlled by nothing. She lay there for a bit, settling in to the beauty of the peaceful night. The lass knew that those moments were not common in life so when you had them in your grasp, you hold on to it for as long as you could.
Of course being the peace had to be ruined somehow. The thought of Crony and his smug smile drifted back to her while she dozed there, jolting her from the calm and tossing her back into the world of emotions. She definitely had mixed feelings about that one. Lip curled up and a soft growl came unbidden from her throat. Man, he was too cocky. Too bad she hadn't been in better shape or else the fighter would have made him her bitch. That probably would have left her with less mixed emotions. Probably... She probably wouldn't react so aggressively to even the thought of the stranger if she had been the dominant successor. Of course Smug blamed it all on her wounds, but part of her knew her emotions and desire to be punished were key factors in the outcome as well. She would deny it of course, turning that secret into a dislike of Crony. Well... until the earthen woman got even that is. She had made a promise that she would be the one to dominate the next time around and promises were made to be kept. She had never broken one before, why start now?
Rolling back to her feet, Smug shook out all the tension that had begun to build up again at the thought of Crony and the mixed signals her body gave in regards to him. Ugh. After she had finally relaxed too. What she needed was a task, something to keep her busy and tire her out so that she was unable to think anymore. Olive gaze drifted across the landscape and came to rest on the pond. A fish leaped above surface before crashing back down with a small 'sploosh'. Hmmm... The girl had been meaning to get more practice in fishing, so why not now? It was settled. Paws brought her to the water's bank before slowly dipping each leg in. She was trying to make as little noise as possible and keep the ripples from her movements from disturbing the fish. Of course they still scattered from her shadow but soon she was far enough out that she could stand where fish would swim. The frigid waters felt good on her aching leg, numbing the pain and refreshing the muscles. It invigorated her. Smug knew she had to be still and wait in order for the fish to accustom themselves to her presence and venture near, but she could barely hold still in anticipation. Finally her patience paid off and they began to weave in and around her legs. Spying a particularly large one neck muscles tensed before shooting her head forward like a snake. Head dipped beneath the surface and she was rewarded with her first catch. Smirk danced across her lips as previous frustrations and turmoil drained and were forgotten. She lost herself in her work as per usual. It was one of the things she excelled at, having that hyper-focus and concentration. Also the dedication, sometimes to the faulty point of stubbornness, that enabled her to push herself to her limits. Head swung as she tossed it up on the bank where it couldn't flop itself back into the water.
The waiting game began again and her olive gaze remained trained on the placid waters below her. This time, the woman jumped the gun in her eagerness, and came up with a face soaking wet but nothing clutched between filed ivories. Shaking her head, she chided herself and tried again. Still as a statue she stood and waited for her unsuspecting prey to come to her. Hours went by as she made her kills. More times than not she came up with a fish which meant she was getting better. Some of the slippery bastards managed to wiggle from her grasp. Others, she made the mistake of dropping too close to the edge of the shore and they escaped back into the depths. It wasn't necessarily the numbers she was looking for, more the exertion. It felt good to work her muscles and feel the burn. It reminded her of the good ole training days. Finally, Smug's frame began to shake from the efforts. Fur was soaked through and chill had reached her flesh. Her lame back leg could barely hold her weight while tongue lolled out in panting breaths. The woman tiredly stumbled to the shore and collapsed there for a few minutes in order to regain some strength and even out her labored breathing.
Noises reached her ears and olive eyes popped open to look towards her haul. Gaze narrowed and nose lifted to scent. All she could smell was fish. Hmm... She shrugged it off and went about gathering limbs under her to stand once more, but there was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Thoughts went back to her haul and she began doing the math on how much she should have caught. Stiff limbs carried her over to the pile where she began to count. Wait... that wasn't right... Nose wrinkled and lip curled up as sounds made her whip her head up to find the source. A fox stood not too far from where she did. Immediately hackles raised and growl began to form in her throat. THE PRICK WAS STEALING HER FOOD! Well fuck that. All the aches and tiredness flew from her extremities as she launched herself at it. It bristled in reaction and tried to scoop up the fish it had commandeered. Luckily for her since there was no way she could have outran the bastard. Jaws parted and teeth clamped down around its fleeing tail successfully. The thing yelped and dropped the fish, turning to try and free itself. A snarl racked her figure, rattling up from her chest, as its teeth found her muzzle. Smug began to thrash her head, refusing to let go of the mofo and shake it all about. Yelps and whines could be heard amid growls emanating from the thing when it turned once more and snapped at her fore leg. It found its hold and she automatically released hers, knowing that having two lame limbs would not be good at all. The fox's rear end swung away from her, but she had refocused her teeth to its small skull. Ivories clamped down and Smug began to thrash and yank it. It held on for a moment too long and she could feel the sharp pains of needle-like teeth breaking through flesh before it relinquished its hold.
Head swung with an angry snarl as she tossed it away. Paw was placed back on the Earth as Smug readied to leap after it, but the newest wound caused leg to buckle under her. She stumbled to a stop with a small whine. Frustrated growl came forth as she watched the dazed animal regain its bearings and take off. Lucky for the fox it was smart or else she would have torn it to shreds. AS the adrenaline dissipated, the sharp pains from the new wound on her leg and the all too familiar ache in her hind one reemerged. Seemed she had also gained some superficial scratches on her maw from the scrape of its teeth. Sigh was offered as she was too effing exhausted from her encounter with Crony, border run, fishing, and now this shit, to hold on to her frustration or anger. Eyes found the three fish it had looted from her catch and slowly she limped to retrieve them. This is my food you little shit. Lucky for the fox it was also outside of pack territory or else no matter how tired she was, she would have chased it down. Grabbing the fish by their tails, she turned and made her way back to her other pile. 10 fish in total, not bad at all. At least the lass had something to be pleased about. That and the fact that her plan of occupying her mind and body so as to not overthink had worked.
Smug had to make a couple trips to return all the fish back to the courtyard and add them to the food cache there. It had been a painstakingly slow process with her utter exhaustion causing her to drag her paws and droop her eyelids as well as the new injuries. Once all fish were stashed and she was back at her usual resting spot under a tree around the edge of the courtyard, she finally allowed her shaking limbs to rest. The woman crashed to the dirt in a sprawl and almost immediately fell to sleep. Sure she reeked of fish and was still damp and covered in blood, but nothing in the world was going to stop her from that blissful oblivion.