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MAY 24
May 25, 2015 15:50:45 GMT
Post by Vadimir on May 25, 2015 15:50:45 GMT
Guilty
(17:12:07) Cinnema lay in the shade of some rocks at the den, head resting upon her paws as eyes stared at a fixed point in the distance. Lost in her thoughts, she was more than content to stay right where she was for the minute. She was tired and a little confused, and while they'd found somewhere nice and new to stay, she was struggling to adjust.. Especially with wandering thoughts and new people having shown up recently. She hadn't gotten adjusted to them, not yet. She'd thought she'd left all that, emotion and tendency to be uncomfortable around a bunch of strangers, behind. Whelp. Perhaps not so much. These things needed to be fixed.. No time to deal with this shit getting in the way later. Yes, she'd try to get to know the newer folks and talk to Drak. Maybe. Decidely blinking, she'd push herself up into a sit, shaking her fur. No backing down, now! Eyes refocused, she'd glance about for any faces in the area. Hm.
(17:23:20) Zodiak paced between two trees not far from the densite. He was tense, to say the least. His whole world was about to flip, everything he'd worked so hard to acheive in his relationship with the tsars would possibly be thrown out the window after his actions unknown to them... yet... Monro's tail was clenched tightly in his jaws, teeth gnashing against the fluffy thing befor he paused with a heavy sigh. Tail would be allowed to fall to the ground and a paw would scratch at it to neaten its appearence. He had to present this tail, but he felt his general look would lead to questions; questions that would lead to the revealing of what transpired. Lips quivered, undesicive against bareing fangs. In an instant, he snatched up the tail and whirled around to stomp towards the den. It was now or never. Nearing the clearing, he spotted cin and stopped. Head tilted as clockwork brain spun. Cin was... Tsarista....Small grin formed over his features. Zod would give a light shake of his mud-sodden coat before slowly approaching cin. If gone unoticed, he'd give a light gruff and upon her realization would drop the tail at her feet. He'd force a small step back and lower head, tilting slightly so single eye could gaze up at her while tail swished behind him.
(17:37:44) Nida paid special care to preening and cleaning her fur, of which, had become downy yet coarse looking thereafter a time-consuming period spent focusing on it. She pretty much given up and opted a roll and tumble in the dirt, grass and ash bed. Still .. didn't look all that presentable. But who cares ..? Not Nida .. not any longer. She strolled back to the den after what seems like an age and discovers Zod and Cinn there, and wagging her tail, she advances on them both. She notices the tail Zod still has in his mouth and noses the thing pensively before licking the muzzle of the lightly furred she-wolf. " Good to see you haven't run off .." teased the burly woman, reclining to a lazy sit.
(17:52:56) Cinnema let her gaze wander until Zod wandered up to her, looking over the male who had seemed to be a thorn in her side up until she'd all but forgotten about him.. Hehe. Chin lifted in his presence, ears perking as she noticed his appearance. What had he been up to? Quietly she'd be fine to stare him down up until he dropped a tail before her paws, earning him a more curious look. "What's this, and why do you look guilty or something?" Gaze narrowed a little, unsure what was going on. She quite frankly did not really deal with the official pack things, but. Cool. Her head turned at the sound of approach, spying a Nida walking along to join them. This earned a slight tail wag from the pale queen, head tilting and moving to offer a lick to her friend's ear. No words would yet be said to her, though scents were noted.. Focus instead shifted heavy stare down at the male, weighted but almost bored. She..hadn't gotten used to him yet either.
(18:03:47) Zodiak tail would continue to swish until questioning came from the Tsari. Like a dying pendulum it'd slow its momentum until it lay limp at his backside. Straightening up he'd collect thoughts and focus on the tail. "Another member initiated..." he said proud, yet unsure if this was truly who he needed to give this to. I mean... she seemed confused. Meh whatevs. Her second question triggered a slight stiffening of features. Guilty? who's guilty? Not me no... not like I did anything other than initiate ...er...whatsherface....nope thats all. Nothing m-- Nida's approaching figure had him fubling words, attention on cin "Guilty???" voice cracked. So totally guilty. Nida was given a side glance, wtfwtf? shhhhhhh! Heavy sigh would follow as rear met the dirt, he gave up... all these women and their secret investigative powers. Body would slump until laying position was acheived. Let the girls gossip for a bit.
(18:10:47) Nida noted the tail movement from Cinn and thus concluded her presence was welcomed, and she isn't in a mood. Geat. Her eyes narrow forcefully on Zod as he began to twitch and stammer, wide-eyed like a trepid child. Oh for the love of .. A stern stare a mother provides in reprimanding a rogue child was pointed in Zod's direction, then an indignant huff. He was acting out for no good reason. Her tail sways once her attention flops onto Cinnabun finally. Both corners of her blunt muzzle upturn to a fierce smile, graced there by pleasure, " I haven't really gotten a chance to .. be around you .." Do that girly stuff, gossiping, playing, giggling -- things of that nature. Whatever it is .. Nida wasn't certain.
(18:25:27) Cinnema's eyes narrowed as he stated where the tail was from. "A new member.. And who gave you permission to initiate anyone?" there was a slight growl in her voice as she asked the question, snapping her teeth in front of him before using a paw to pull the tail close to her. Yep, that was hers now! Collection of tails was up to a total of 2. If he would move to stop her from claiming it, she'd instantly react and go right to giving him a lesson. However, he seemed content to blubber and roll around like a child over what she'd pointed out. Well..she'd give him a minute. Probably the only leniacy she'd chose to show for a while. Instead she looked to Nida, the look that had come over her face because of Zodiak near vanishing. "Yeah, all this stress has been a lot.. Hopefully things will calm down soon. Have you met any of the new members?" Being, quite a few of them..hmph. While a glare was shot to Zod, she was content to just chat as he recovered from, whatever that was. Weirdo.
(19:12:52) Nida twisted her mouth into a slant at Cinn's words. Her face nudged into hers, ears tucked back with utmost care. Completely understandable .. with all that's happened -- it's a catastrophe, really. On the bright side it brought the group together and functioned a a pack than a dysfunctional group of psychos. " No .. not all of them. I meet one and there's two more new members," or some crazy nonsense. A cursory glimpse to the tail Cinn now possessed though doesn't say anything. Zod is in the background .. because she felt giving him attention would warrant undesired stammering and awkwardness. He's such a weirdo, ugh. And she's courting him.
(19:18:11) Drakov: GRUMBLE GROAN TOSS TURN. He was oh to antsy, oh to amped and tense. Even after releasing steam on Crony, it simply wasn't lasting. Not with stupid ass Nida and her stupid ass vagina flaunting its stupid ass self around. RAWR. Not to mention his fun had been not more than a quickie. Temporary pleasure. Bah. Bastard finally stirred from within the den, having hidden away from the heat of day and now had to surcome to its torment. SIGH. Would he ever be eased? Nope. Only got worse, considering the momment he left the den there was FUCKING NIDA AGAIN. RAGE. Immediately pissy apon wakening, flat expression was directed to any and everyone present. Paws carried him over, quiet and blank to sit on the side lines with a flick of his nubbed tail.
(19:31:35) Cinnema. Disfunctional group of psychos? Cin probably wouldn't have phrased it like that. But then, she was one of them and Nida was hardly corrupted by them all harhar. She shrugged, rolling her eyes. "I don't even know how many new faces there are around here. Too many, in my opinion." While friend's affections were welcome and recieved well, she didn't give any back. Hehe nope she wasn't that nice right now. Zod was given a cursory glance again. She was still..not in the loop, I guess, about them and the courting thing. Wonder how that would blow over? As if offering a not so great distraction, Drakov showed up and stole Nida's attention she was getting. With little heed to where anyone was in proximity to her, she'd grab the tail within her jaws and push(if needed) her way over to him. Tail wagged more than it did for Nida and ears slicking back, she'd smile and attempt to rub her cheek against his if he let her whilst also dropping the tail for him. "Zod brought it," Cinnema would say as eyes traveled over him. Hmm this tension wasn't good, was it? Teeth flashed out rather slow but to grab the side of his face and tug and pull, like HEY BBY I'M HERE! Y u so pissed? As tail still wagged and she smiled at him all stupid-like. Before she'd stand right up next to him and turn her head to indicate the brown child spazzing on the ground, face now blank and ears pressed forward again. "He's guilty of something. I was about to try to figure out what." Slight smile.. "Why don't you tell, boy?" Little growl but confident voice because if she could stand next to Drakov then everything in life was right. Not necessarily good, but right. Yepp.
(20:12:01) Zodiak huffed at the gaze given by nidakins. What did she expect? He had a lot going on right now, sure they eased tension playing, but being presented with the thoughts pushed away had nerves resurfacing. "I'd come across her back home..." Home.. yes cascades... cin was sure to know what he was talking about. "she was on our borders... we fought and I gave her warning before departing..." He'd sigh before further explaining how he met her again by the pond and she challanged him to a fight, supposably having already met drak previously and blahblah zod ripped her tail off. With an alarmed bark, he jumped back from her snapping, groaning before shifting a few steps from her. Why couldn't she be happy for him? Several slurs fluttered through his mind as he glared towards the Tsari taking pride in his well earned trophy. Hmf. Body tensed, familiar scent wafted through his nostrils. shit... Keep you cool zod, nothing to worry about. Gaze was zoned momentarily before head slowly turned back to gaze at drak while cin moved to greet him. He remained silent, unmoving and lack of emotion as gaze was locked onto the giant marshmallow. For some reason he looked bigger... or maybe it was zod who felt smaller. If eye contact was made, zod would offer a few wags of his tail, half--forced smile. At cins statement he sat up, trying to be proud of his acheivement and searching drak's gaze for approval. It was his training after all that led to his victory. mmm happy thoughts, ripping off monros tail, bone cracking between his fangs. Yes. His body relaxed some and he took in a big breath, groaning as nida's purfume seemed to be refreshed and flowing into his air passages. Eye closed, Wooo-saaa. Don't think about it zod. Cin's following comment had teeth clenching and fur bristling. God Damn %#@!! Heavy sigh exhaled before amber eye opened and drifted toward them. Then... Idea struck. Something less...problematic. "I uh... " he forced a look of embarassment. "Well cort and I... we uh...y'know..." gaze shifted to the ground, and side glance would be given to nida. Phew.
(20:30:38) Nida's easy, at ease smile faltered at the scent of Drak making his way onto the scene. Look at him be a creeper keeping to himself and making the typical constipate-- " C--" she grimaced pointedly. Her supposed friend parted from her side abruptly for the great white marshmellow, how kind! Nida's mood soured considerably. Now, she was reminded why the lot of her time was spent patroling the borders. Face fell a few inches as Zod resuscitated memories she rather not remember; him and Cortez getting it on in front of her face? Sure, it was hot, and it turned her on secretly, but on inwardly .. she was a clusterfuck of insecurity and possessive emotions .. specifically to Zod. Eyes squeeze shut, and her tail drooped to her ankles, limp as a fish out of water. " I think I'm going to .. " yeah. Screw this.
(21:02:17) Drakov: Despite foul attitude, he remained quite blank and unphased. Though.. Not neccessarily unusual... It wasn't a more upbeat crazy hyper puppy side of him SO. He clearly wasn't in a GOOD mood even if he didn't neccessarily come off as in a BAD mood. Not that it mattered considering he was in a bad mood. PFFT. Cin's presence was focused on first and foremost, for obvious reasons apart from her greeting him so up close and personal. Lip curled, but held no real jesture behind it apart from the act it'self. Front teeth aimed to nibble a her pestering features, at first feint and seeming uninterested in her as a whole but that was solely due to the mass amount of fuckery clouding his mind. After a few nips, his tension seemed make it'self known by easing in the form of a release breath. At that same momment, skull rolled against the womans face, aiming to spread his scent acrossed her features only to end with a bite to the neck and a tug before process repeated it'self. Wierdly affectionate are we Drak?! Well.. His version of affectionate. Course it stopped when conversation was to be had. Nubbed tail flicked as gaze shuffled to Zod. Body slid in place, so that chest would thud to the ground with a mild oof. "I zaw ze outcome." Monro's mangled form. As much as he wished to show pride and delight, especially where Zod was concerned.. Considering he felt the boy to be someone of importance. A being he couldn't stand when they'd first met, but now was showing great promise. Instead.. He was oh so blunt and unphased. Even when Cin proceeded to explain Zod had a dirty little secret. But to be frank, it wasn't so much her words that had him curious. It was Zod's attitude. Where was his usual excited demeanor? Licks to his chin? And then came explaination. Luckily for Zod... The distance between himself and Nida hid the reality of the situation, and instead Drak took his words in full. He wasn't shocked so much at the answer it'self, but more... His reaction to it. There was definately something more than just getting it on. But what? Well Drak had no fucking clue! Because in his mind there was nothing awkward about banging whoever the fuck you so felt the need! Whatever.. What's new. Wouldn't be the first time there thoughts differed so greatly from his own. A snort was given in response, before words ushered forth again. "You look like you need it again. Vat's ze deal? Relax." Pfft. No room to talk there Drak.. Mister Tense Asshole. A groan bellowed out after a momments silence, for no real reason. Paired up with body rolling to one side so that paws could outstretch dramatically in Cin's direction. Teeth nipping at her paws.
(21:19:13) Vadimir had just finished dinining upon the elk he and Yusef had brought down, immensely pleased by the turnout. It seemed the doe had been pregnant! It was like revealing a surprise in an easter egg. And nothing was quite as sweet and tasty as unborn baby. Dragging the fetus behind him Vad ambled into the gathering, saw Cinn, Nida, Drak, and Zod. Well Lookit this awesome group, chillin' like villains. Vadimir brought the calf up to Zod before aiming to slap the lot of it across the young man's face, all in the name of a greeting. But in so doing, he'd picked up on the flow of conversation, and smelling Nida eased any chances of confusion from fully forming. Oh. So it begins again, eh? Dropping the calf Vadimir would switch gaze briefly toward Drak, watching his interactions with Cinn. Head would tilt, jaws would flex. Then he looked back toward Zod, then Nida. Hmm.... Vadimir would then proceed to step back, placing some minute distance between them all, before settling into a crouch. Paws set wide for balance, limbs bent at the joints for easier maneuverability. Lips twitched and eyes glittered, and a chortling growl rose and fell from throat to finally be birthed betweened loosely closed jaws.
(21:41:35) Cinnema was cool with providing a distraction, considering her claimed fluffy marshmallow was all tense and upset. Not even questioning why, her tail just wagged and she wiggled and grinned in response to his teething etc etc. Considering, she was doing the same thing. Affection? Maybe not for other people but for them, yep that's what it was. Omnom. Ending that when he shifted his attention away and she settled for a lick to the side of his muzzle as he did so. Heh. Ears perked and head tilted when it was confirmed that Drak had met the wolf in question who's tail was at their feet.. Okay, then she was fine with that. Head simply tilted when mention of Cortes was brought up..Oh. Well, alright, that was how it was. Zodiak was the pack whore. HA. She just smirked a little, but otherwise gaze narrowed. Really, was he embarrassed about being the toy of so many of them now? ..Probably not? Focus shifted to Drak as he went to play with her toes, muscles tensing for a moment before she aimed to butt her head against his side and poke him in the nose with a paw he was going after. Tail would wag and she'd start to shake again until the other brother showed up, making her freeze- head turning and body relaxing when she realized it was just him growling and slinging fetus all over. She just kind of..stared for a second. Vad, you creep, what are you doing? She was quite honestly lost and would just shift to press side against Drakov cuz dude your brother is being weiirrdddd. And.. Nida wasn't noticed much because she was playing with her man, sorry BFF.
(22:16:03) Zodiak's heart sank when gaze set upon nida. He didn't mean to bring up his and corts...er.. moment. Light groan would be given, setting sights on drak instead. Did he really look that bad? ugh he was a horrible Liar. Slight smirk crossed features at the mention of needing more nookie. There was the old zod, hidden beneath all this... GUILT. Why did he feel guilty? not for screwing nida no...That was great! More smiling on his features as mind zoned out for half a second. He prob looked like a fool. No his guilt was nida being punished even the slightest for his actions. Sure sure she LET him do it but he's the one with the humping gear. Another sigh as gaze refocused on drak's end of sentance. "I'm fine." he'd lie, just as something large and wet slapped him across the face. He'd retort with a growl and snarl, jumping back--Oh just you. Tail swayed some and he'd move to approach, that is, until vad's posture turned aggressive and zod found himself backing up until hocks pressed against nida. Hackles bristled nervously and he'd half sit against her, muscles tensed and unsure of what was happening.
(22:26:50) Nida's body curled as she turns tail. However, she briefly pauses to Drak's words and mildly bristles. Now her mind was whirrling with one too many thoughts to supply a response or a neutral, unflapped response. Great .. just .. A sigh heaves itself from exerting lungs, ears slick flat back over her head. Chin glancing over shoulder so as to pin a look on .. Drak, then Cin, muzzle favoring a thin line.. Seriously. And then there's Vad appearing out of a thin wisp of air. Perfect opportunity actually. Well .. after he was done smacking Zod with a carrion. " Some wolf named Helga was interested in speaking with the alphas .." was spoken, breaking her silence and tarted expression, now incisive. Her eyes behold Zod when he bumps into her and stares. Anyway, she started to walk, unknowingly going to find a long lost friend tonight.
(22:47:35) Drakov: BLAH. What a day. To be frank most of everything was going right over his head, even Vad's sudden burst into the scene was null and void. But that was mostly due to his current flopped over pawing at Cin position. Bastard wasn't even noticed until he began to growl. To which... Only forced Drak to drag his head acrossed the ground so that sights could befall his brother. Paws pressed against Cin's form, droll befuttled expression staring with the feintest hint of curiousity. "Brat." Tone ushered forth, before limbs rolled him to stand not so quickly. Motion wasn't even his usual smooth professionalism. It was lazy and messy, despite being something as simple as standing. Body took a momment to shook it'self out, shoulders rolling followed by tongue flicking out acrossed Cin's face. Assuming some cray thing hadn't already bursted into action, he'd push off towards his brother with a mild trot. Tail raised, and hackles bristled just because. Last foot or so of distance would be taken in a sudden burstful thrust forward so at least a little bit of force would follow the snap of teeth aiming for his face.
(23:03:46) Vadimir watched Zod back away after the initial surprise. Hue, didn't see that baby-back-ribs comin', didya sport?! Body puffed when Nida spoke of Helga's, and their wishes to seek audiance with alphas. Well how about them baggy balls? "Vot iz zis Helga like, Nida?" He'd ask lightly, voice holding no indication of his seemingly bottomless actions. Why was he looking as he did, as if prepared for an assault of some sort? Perhaps someone should ask. Nida looked ready to depart, and so she did, leaving Zod without any form of backup, metaphorically or literally. Shoulders rose and fell in unision with sharp twists of his neck, limbering up his anatomy even as Drak spoke to him. "Hmm...?" Head and neck would swing around to gaze at brother, tail wiggling stiffly. What did brother dearest want? Perhaps a huggy, with a side of ketchup. Sluggish ascent and subsequent dash left Vad with ample time to react, but... he really couldn't figure how he wished to. Drak's entire movement had been so gradual. Welp... at the exclusion of all else, Vad would fling himself forward into a sprint, no prior momentum causing the sudden shift from stationary to speed making his body jerk violently, not that he seemed to mind. As teeth connected with his face, in the very moment he felt them touch his skin. Vadimir pushed upward, forepaws going to grab brother's neck and wrap him in a tight hug before either remaining to stand, or, depending on how Drak reacted. Falling over, in which case he would flail and growl, mouth agape as he snapped at the air while back limbs kicked out. All in an act of play, if somewhat over-dramatized.
(23:10:06) Hadlee. The woman had wandered. Day in and day out had been little more of the same. While life had taken a turn upward with the appearance of her sister, the woman knew all too well that she could not stay with the abuse of the children that were her own flesh and blood. Those men. While they took her tail, they were nothing to her. They hurt children. Perhaps they even killed them. For what? It didn't matter. All Hadlee knew was that she had to leave. Her own comfort and safety was what she had to worry about. So, as the months passed on and she appeared in a new land, she thought she was free. Everything seemed to scream safety and freedom until the scent markers hit her nose. The woman stopped dead in her tracks when the scent of familiar men fell into her nose. While she froze, she couldn't help but have the curiosity that she was expected to have. Want and worry filled her mind and forced her into the borders that were set for her and others. The woman took her time until the stones came into view. With that and the obvious sights of the men and her sister, it forced the broken woman to slow her steps. Still, she did not stop them until she was a few yards forward. "Cinnema..." She said in a rather raspy voice. Months without use had broken her. There were no words for the brothers or the others that appeared there. She would get what was coming to her soon enough. While she wanted a reunion that sat with her as the first one, she knew that there would be nothing like that. She had left. Trust was not something that she expected, but at least she had the curiosity to return to their group even if they were in different lands. That was something.
(23:23:41) Yusef felt SO DAMN GOOD today! He practically pranced his way back to the den--he had left earlier in the day to go wander towards the semi-circle of stone that theyd discovered a while bak, just to mark it as territory and to make sure nobody else had come to steal it--only to see a new face! His eyes narrowed. WHO WAS THIS? He did not recall seeing her--he had either been too young or simply didn;t care to try to recall her-- and he moved towards the mouth of the den and positioned himself sufficiently to protect it, as if the broken girl really had it in her mind to try to attack.
(23:45:30) Cinnema hardly saw the stupid smile that came across Zod's face, and only the start of it, as Drak then began playing with her toes and she was too distracted to call him on it. Ladidaa whatever let's just play instead of be in bad moods! Which quite frankly, the fact that the older marshmallow was in a weird mood was upsetting her as well, which made her just want to distract him. Up until Vad HAD to steal her attention, but, honestly, if that was something for them to do and enjoy themselves then she was oh so fine with that. She liked time with Drak but Vad, and probably only Vad, stealing him was okay with her. Her lips curled in a smile and she'd push herself up on all fours, glancing around to all those present and where Nida had disappeared, before pulling herself into a bow to stretch out the muscles in her back and forelegs. Mm nice. Well so far today wasn't terrible.. Ears flicked however over to the sound of an approach, pushing back up to stand and chin holding high. A single glance was spared to notice Yusef until her gaze locked on the woman before her. She just..stopped. As if frozen into a statue in that second, before she recovered a moment later. Recovered as in, wiped away the short-lived happiness at being around familiar pack members and started walking toward her sister with a blank face. Ears pressed forward, eyes pinpointed into familiar browns. "Hadlee.." Voice was slightly confused, flat. Her gaze narrowed a little as if she almost didn't believe it was her sister. But no, it was. As slow steps drew her near, she shifted her pace to race forward and tackle the pale broken woman with front legs outstretched to get around her neck and push her to the ground. If successful she'd fly into movement and go to pin her sister, lips curled in a snarl as she aimed to position herself over Had. Teeth went to grab and shake her scruff if not side of her neck, Cin's eyes wide and her own body shaking with anger now. "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!!" Cinnema near roared even with fur in her mouth. She was soo not happy about this. She'd even forgotten Hadlee had even come around in the first place.. Too long. 6 months almost? Far too long. Especially given how much time they'd spent apart only to reunite and then separate? Jaws flashed out to grab a hold on one of her sister's ears, thrashing still as she was and possibly, if not probably, shredding it if she caught it. Welcome back..but not really welcome huh?
(00:01:23) Zodiak. He was lost in emotions: fear, guilt, pleasure... all of it was wrapped into the nice little package that now stood near shaking against nida. He'd offer a gaze to her, only to see his lover departing. Oh thanks for the help love.. Although he didn't really need help seeing as everyone else had already forgotten his nervous state. The two brothers were going at it like always, cin was basking in her own light, and he was standing there like an idiot. Just another day in paradise. Nose wrinkled in his own dissapointment. what the hell was all this? Drak didn't raise no coward -snort- A heavy sigh to clear tension led him forward from sunken posture to take advantage of forgotten fetus. He assumed it must have been a gift since vad so kindly slapped him in the face with it. Gingerly, he'd grab the farthest end from the boys, paws peddling into action as he pulled it through the dirt some distance before releasing grip and examining the brawl. If no notice had been taken he'd proceed to pick at the peculiar meal in all it's un-birthed glory. Cin's rush to hadlee and the presence of such went unknown to him, all sounds mixed in with drak and vads scuffle, that is until the queen b's vocals roared out and he jumped. JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST! Head shot up and stiffened body twisted toward the sound, thinking she was going for him and looking rather much like the creature he was eating. Head tilted, how long had it been since he'd seen hadlee? Way back when he first joined? yeah seems right. Shrug. Head would twist back to nom on the fetus. mmmm fetus.
(00:22:14) Drakov: Teeth found there mark, and as they did his own front paws had aimed to raise. He was oh so casual about it all, clearly just trying to occupy his mind rather than actually concerned with a lick of what his actions did. For a momment, the two lunging into one another was met with a stand still, grip tight and twisting mildly. But before he knew it there bodies were crashing to one side. Paws remained hook, as did locked teeth in order to dish out a few jerks paired up with pointless deep reverberating growls. Course. Needless to say, when Cin's vocalizations echoed out like a freight train his mild fun and games ceased. On his end that is. Immediate reactions was to kick hind paws into brothers gut or anything presently available, teeth detatching and a few kicks and thrusts dished out to push him far enough away that a stand could be regained once more. Tha fuck. Who was.. this... She looked familiar?.... Oh. Wait a minute. Now he was getting it. Righhtttt. That bitch. He held a questionable opinion about the woman, and.. more specifically her lingering habits and interfering opinions. Got a deal bitch step on!!! Frankly the only thing that kept him from interfering was the sight of Cin doing it. She'd really changed since there first encounter. No longer that pathetic pity herself girl. Mm. It was hot.. Assuming he'd managed to escape Vad's grasp in the first place, he'd find himself paused in an awkward side step stand staring from a distance. Well that didn't at all help his tense as fuck pissy attitude. MAKE THINGS WORSE Zod on the sidelines trying to be all clever caused lip to curl. Granted he really didnt give a single shit about the fetus in it'self, but the boys sneaky little antics had forced forth another growl in protest. JESUS FUCK!!!!!!! Tongue flicked out acrossed his lips, gaze fluttering from one face to another in an obvious state of forced calm. Awkward in his silent unwavering position, while mind was busy running rampant and destroying everything in it's wake.
(00:41:14) Vadimir landed onto his side, their combined weight causing the earth to shake. His fun and jest would come to an abrupt end, body frazzling with the ear-shattering bellow that tore out of Cinn's throat. Well... hell. What the hell was going on?! When Drak tried to pry himself free, Vadimir likewise pushed himself away, angling paws beneath himself so he might instantly be righted, and come to his full height. When he could focus sights on everything Vad was... rather amazed. Just two seconds ago things were dandy. And now... boom. Cinn's domineering stature and actions were indeed alluring. But her actions, glorious as they were. Were shadowed by the key factor as to why she was throwing a fit. Hadlee had returned. He had always wondered what had happened to her, and to find her waltzing in, like yo wat up gays. It was offensive, if for no other reason than because Vad had told her in no uncertainty what the price was for leaving. Vadimir glanced back to Drak. How was he handling thi--uhoh. Big bro was about to have a shit fit. Which was totally understandable. But... uhoh. Body was quick to press against Drakov, nipping behind the hole where his ear would be roughly. A firm reminder. Keep it cool just a little longer, brah. We can wreck shit in just a momento. On swift steps Vad would growl swiftly toward Zod, a warning. DROP THE FETUS AND NO ONE GETS HURT. And not pausing, for if Zod decided to not heed the vocalization, WELP. He'd have to deal with Drak, so. His choice, ultimately! Coming to a stop before Cinn, he'd smoothly cough, though likely that wouldn't be enough to get her out of her rage-induced assault. Understandable. "Hadlee," Vad would begin, loud enough to hopefully demand both women's attention, at least long enough to get to the root of the matter. "I told you if you abandoned your zister. Abandoned uz. Your fate vould be total und abzolute, did I not?" Hopefully Cinn would have stopped thrashing long enough to at least allow her sister to give a reply, otherwise this would get comically awkward; Vad repeating himself with increasing volume. "I do not underztand. you vere villink to forzake your tail for your zister. Vhy vould you leave her, after enduring zat?" Though Vadimir wasn't letting it on, he was pissed. Royally so. He had been forcibly torn from his brother. He had given Hadlee a chance because he empathized with what the sisters shared, that which mirrored him and Drak. And for Hadlee to willingly leave her own flesh and blood... deep intake of air was necessary to keep body from shivering, the effort of suppressing a cold fury such that his skin beneath his pelt paled.
(01:03:32) Hadlee stared at the group, taking in each figure as the stood there. It took only moments for a child to appear before her. While still young, there was a strength that she had not seen in one in quite some time. It had to be one of her sister's. One had survived. That was better than she could have imagined. Still, the attention for the child was broken as her sister caught sight of her. While want for the touch of the woman that she didn't want to leave was there, she was not dull. Cinnema was on a war path. There was no time taken to flee from her attack. No. In truth, she deserved what was coming to her She left right? Still, as the woman's teeth sunk into her neck and cut into her as one would butter, a snarl broke the air. Her scolding nature along with the tone came and all Hadlee could do was take the pain that was given so easily. While her dulled brown eyes snapped back, she did not do anything more than to push her paws toward her sister's belly as she rolled away from her. No matter, the woman caught her ear and it was shredded to a pulp in an instant. If Vadimir's words were granted by Cinnema, Hadlee would break a desperate breath as the pain and blood took over her face. While her pants came, she allowed for all of his foreign words to fall against the air before she spoke out. "I was willing to give my life for my sister. I did not leave for my hate of her. " A deep exhale of breath touched the air in front of her as she continued on. "I could not see the abuse of the children that were too young to even be pulled from her stomach." Pure fury touched her features even now. Blood fell against her features and her neck, but there was no acting on her anger. No. She broke her word. What would come was going to come with or without her words.
(01:29:31) Solveig's attention had been caught by a raucous commotion in the near distance and her aimless steps turned to follow it to the source. Her paws were placed carefully, turning aside sticks that would snap loudly and sidestepping the occasional crispy brown leaf. Her vibrant green eyes narrowed slightly as she rounded a pile of boulders and eased up between them and a tall, lush pine. She did not try to hide her presence from the group, but stood there silently as she watched with some interest. Ears pricked, tail hanging limply, and nostrils flaring as she scented those gathered. The wayward female did not often come across such an active pack. Most tended to laze around and chat about the clouds or the butterflies or..whatever else. Okay she didn't really know, didn't stick around long enough to listen in, but here was something real. They were interacting with more than idle gossip. The female's lips tightened just slightly as she continued to silently look on with a half lidded stare.
(01:38:59) Cinnema could not in any way contain what she was feeling about Hadlee's reappearance. She only reacted in taking it out on her sister. Frustration, anger, rage. Abandonment, loss. Two things she particularly did not want to remember, not now or ever. So there was punishment for it, sinking teeth into flesh and tearing, hurting, ripping and shredding an ear. Not even the boys were noted for now. She was focused on the feeling of their reunion that had filled a gap she hadn't known about until Hadlee'd left again and now the pain was back. She'd pause when the ear was torn, flicking head to the side to rid remnants from her jaws before reaching again toward the face and preparing to chomp down near a pretty brown eye. That is, until Vad's voice caught her ears through low reverberating growl, and she froze again, eyes shifting up to him. With movements quite fluid despite inner turmoil, she'd remove herself from atop her sister and slink away, body quickly starting to shake again and eyes still wide but she was moving off. Depending on current locations she'd aim to walk up to and press her side against Drakov, breathing shallow and stressed. Quite obviously disturbed but holding herself apart from beating the life out of Hadlee because of rage, she would turn her head and jaws would aim to clasp the thick fur of the side of his neck. Firm and tight hold, not aiming to hurt on purpose but almost seeking comfort as ears slicked back and she near tried to hide there. She wanted to rip something up, hurt someone, but also wished to be hushed and soothed and told that everything was okay. She didn't know what to do but stand there and shake against him, should he let her. Gaze would be fixed in one spot forward, likely on him, but the silence helped her notice a stranger's approach. Only eyes would shift to that form, hold flexing in realization and growl starting back up. There, there was someone she could sink her teeth into without getting in trouble, someone other than a packmate..Shaking would increase and taper off sporadically after Sol was spotted.
(01:39:47) Zodiak paid no mind to the others, why would he? They were busy handling the afairs of being king/queen. Zod on the opposite spectrum of things, remined stationed, nomming happily on the delicate unbirthed creature. Tail swished happily as he picked it apart, almost playing with it as nose explored it's features. A growl was heard, but eyes remained focused, assuming said growl was coming from cin/hadlee. hmm they sounded a little buff. Head would lift momentarily and gaze shifted to drak who looked rather tense. Mangled ear shifted back wondering what was up his butt all of a sudden. Prob vad, hehehe. Head would dip down and jaws would lock upon spindly leg, body shifting to drag it farther away to some place quiet.
(02:02:47) Drakov: Obviously enough, Drak was boiling. Though the situations at hand were enough to work his nerves, it really wasnt each individual act that had him so furious! It was it.. paired along with mass amounts of testosterone. Gross. The result being, instead of Vad's touch turning soothing comfort, it simply resulted in the pale bastard thrusting forward in a fit of dust and drool amongst a slight soundless snarl. Distaste for Hadlee was forgotten, of no concern. But that was purely do to his lack of knowledge on the womans history with them. He knew she had been around, knew she'd taken her own tail. But nothing beyond that. SO POOR ZOD WAS GIVEN THE CENTER OF HIS ATTENTION. YAY. Forward charge turned into fangs splitting and aiming to snap down around the top of his muzzle. Canines hooking around lips and teeth if his bite was successful. Even more so.. Had he landed, forward mommentum would turn into a twist of frame and skull. The result being Drak's nose turning upwards, so as to force Zod's head to twist along with him or suffer the strain of a tight hold around ones upper jaw. All the while rear end would spin, putting them fairly side by side. Long term goal was to spin Zod and end with the boy rolled over and onto his side if only to ease the pain on his muzzle. RAWR. Sigh Drak stop being so pissy. Bastard was ready to detatch his hold and turn to ripping him a new one!!!! And.. probubly even humping him right then and there, but he lucked out. Even if the Tsar's reaction was delayed.. Dark figure looming in the background so casually would stir his attention. Bite would tighten just a tad, gaze shifting to the corner of his eyes so as to stare at the boy hard and cold before he finally released. A very clear, smack in the face, version of LEAVE IT!!!!!!!! Otherwise he had no qualms against pushing the stranger onto everyone else so as to BITCH SMACK U INTO PLACE. Snort. Paws shuffled over Zod's form, motioning him towards the unknown being. "Und who ze fuck are you.." Lovely welcoming party Drak. It was kind of ridic the absolute WIDE ass range he had to offer for new faces. Get attacked on sight.. Get flirted up, or in Cron's case fucked, hell one of them he'd even bursted into a fit of play fight with! PFFT. Drak you're so inconsistant.
(02:22:50) Vadimir was more than fine watching Hadlee get beat the fuck up. Indeed, the sight sent shivers of elation down his spine. Yes, get served some harsh reality bitch. Teach you to leave your sis when she's pregnant. When Cinn stepped off, moving to Drak for comfort, although he was already occupied beating the crap out of Zod... Vadimir sighed. Wasn't he usually the one who had the least amount of self control? The fuck was this flip-side bull. Hadlee's words brought his wrath coursing back to the surface, and he grinded his teeth to keep them busy. Otherwise, he couldn't have assured they wouldn't be seeking out Hadlee's vitals. "...." He couldn't even find the words. Her excuses were paltry, dumb, irrational. If she didn't like how he and Drak were toward the kids, she could have challenged them. She probably would have gotten her ass beat, BUT. They would have respected her for fighting for what she believed in. That was the whole point! But this... ? This was just sad. Vadimir's jaws flung open and he lunged for her, aiming to grab hold of the loose skin o her jawline. If he got a sufficient hold (we'll just say he did to speed things up) He would rise onto back paws before slamming down again. He'd repeat the process until Hadlee was without a doubt. Knocked the FUCK out! And when limp form was registered, he'd aim to drag her toward the den. That is, until a stranger ambled up and just stood there, watching them. Brow cocked Vadimir would gaze at her openly, silent query on his face. What was this? Dropping Hads without a care Vadimir approached on speedy paws, coming to a stop before her. Still no words imparted, just an expression of 'wtf brah??' Vad was more than happy to fus ro dah strangers. But... he'd come to enjoy seeking their reasons first. Just so he could relish the skull fucking all the more.
(02:44:23) Solveig's eyes flicked from individual to individual, noting the hard stare given by the furious and shaking female. Moments passed, and her tongue idly swiped over her muzzle. Ears pricked upright, gaze locking on the duo that suddenly locked together as the male then reared up and mercilessly slammed the female into the ground. Her eyes focused on the body that instantly loosened into a limp ragdoll before raising to sweep over the face of the white and grey canine that now stood before her. Careful not to make eye contact she gauged the hard look on his face. The question there was obvious. "Heard the ruckus, was curious to see what it was all about." she said plainly, her voice smooth and calm. A more careful look at those present made her ever more curious. They were all missing ears and tails, bore a patchwork of scars, and had hard cold stares. Intrigued, she returned her eyes to the body of the male before her.
(02:49:37) Cinnema would still tear herself away and look for Drak's attention even as he was off to the side beating up Zod for stealing the fetus. What a jerk, he deserved it. Jk she didn't care, too busy clenching her jaw and shaking and just in general feeling miserable and tormented. Hnng Hadlee you're so mean. As each male smacked down their respective woofs, she'd stand there between and be miserable until Drakov stepped away from Zod and she was then instantly trying to press her side against his and hide there. Eyes stared down Solv still and DARED her to comment or do anything about Cin's attitude. If she called her out, oh, it would be ON BRO. But unless anyone chose to do that, she would shake and cling to older marshmallow until he chose to react somehow. Hnng she was just so upset and pissed and wanted to be loved. Hadlee coming back made her feel awful lonely and terrible and she hated it so much but didn't know how to deal with it and didn't want to beat Drak up..eugh.
(02:58:43) Zodiak slowly shuffled along, hummdeedumm. Blind spot leaving him oblivious to the tank now heading for him at full steam. It wasn't noticed until the meer seconds of impact between muzzle and fang. Loud combination of Bark, whine, and baying escaped his jaws in one fluid alarm. ITS MINE!!! OSHIT ITS DRAK. Odd gurgle cut off the sound when realization struck and body was being shifted about by the massive Tsar. Gdi I never get anything! Body hit the ground, rumbling continuously as drak held his grip. Lips tried to bare fangs but unable as they were restrained, paws flailing and body trying to roll free of the grip only to be greeted by the increased pain of fangs in his face. Upon going limp, he was released and with a growl shifted from drak rather butthurt that the tsar used such force with him after all they'd been through. -snort- He'd glare at drak's backside as the marshmallow king moved away, lowering nose to sniff at the fetus and give it one final lick before sauntering off toward the mouth of the den.
(03:02:08) Drakov RAGEFIT SNARL GROWL DROOL. Jk He was ridiculously quiet inbetween the ocassional growl, which.. wasn't often. Anticipation had him preped and ready to avert his hostilities to there intruder but Cin's close proximity killed that. Leave it to Vad, now that Had was no longer an issue. "Cin.." Voice spewed out harsh and deep, before teeth snapped out to clasp around the side of her neck and quite literally drag her to fuck away for more than just a quickie as he'd done with Cron. UNF.
(03:03:12) Cinnema helps by actually following like cling to side vs being dragged, and then sex ok
Vadimir watched Solv make it a point to avoid eye-contact, yet try to explain herself. Again, it was all dumb. But he'd let her finish. IMMA LET YOU FINISH. But in the end, the outcome was the same. He'd nod, looking for all the world calm and impassive. That is, until he lurched forward in the span of seconds and aimed open jaws right for her face, intending to clasp firmly at the bridge of her muzzle. If Vad succeeded in reaching her as intended, he would then execute his ingenious plan devised to punish these wacked strangers who kept ignoring the KEEP OFF THE GRASS sign. By... beating the crap out of them, of course! Sweet and simple. If jaws held a firm grip Vadimir would begin to thrash about wildly, entire upper body thrown into the movement.
Vadimir also took notice of Drak and Cinn leaving to do the dirty, but barely because he was busy trying to LAY DOWN THE LAW.
Solveig had no time to flinch let alone try to scoot out of the way, given the close proximity of the other, and her jaw parted in a howling snarl as pain lanced through her face. The teeth cut grooves in the thin flesh there, blood wasting no time in running out to flick and speck upon pelt and ground as it ran in rivulets down her muzzle and into her mouth. Then her body became a living toy as he began to jerk her from side to side. A low rumbling growl laced with pain-filled whines and yelps would emit from the female's chest as she would drop her hind end into a low crouch and reach up with one paw to attempt to smack at his face, trying to hook a claw into the soft flesh of the eye while the muscles in her hind legs would bunch and then release forcefully... forepaw dropping and claws digging into the earth as she tried to bull herself into the while male despite his firm hold on her face.
Vadimir was too happy to hear the woman's cries and growls of pain and displeasure. It gave him much glee, much enjoyment to rid him of the feelings of anger and disquiet he'd been suffering for most of the day. Well, upon seeing Hadlee anyway. Until that point he'd been feeling pretty motherfuckin' dapper! But someone always had to go harsh his fun boner. And sadly, Solv was the one to have the outcome of his rage hashed out on her innocent person. Body bristled and a vicious snarl wiggled it's way free of his clenched jaws when a paw came to slap him roughly in the face. Her claw would stride his brow and slide down, the movement jerky and awkward considering their movement. Enraged by the pain Vad would push forward, aiming to force himself against her while her paw was still raised. If he managed to be swift enough before she could regain full balance, he'd twist body sharply in unison with his forward push, intention to send her upper body to the floor.
Solveig huffed a breath out as she was roughly grounded, her chest now pressed to the ground and her hind end stuck up in the air. A mixture of sounds continued to emit from the black and grey female as her eyes focused on the nearest limb so near her nose. Toes dug in, muscles thrust again, lurching her forward as she forcefully tried to twist her head..likely further damaging her muzzle and nose, as her jaws parted in aim for the leg. The action was sudden, muscles rippling, blood flying from her face as she snapped her teeth at the forelimb. If she could get ahold her jaws would clamp firmly, teeth slicing and shredding as they would lock onto the target. The female's sides heaved as she fought against the onslaught of pain that shot like lightning up and down her muzzle, eyes squinted into mere slits and ears pressed flat against her dome of a head.
Vadimir, instant the woman was grounded, he'd growl out a sullen warning. If she wanted to live through this encounter, she better be willing to take the nece--partway through his call, the woman thrust herself forward. The movement would be hindered by his jaws, but her teeth indeed sunk into flesh. Eyes bulged as she sunk her teeth into his flesh. WELL. NO WARNING FOR YOU THEN. Tightening his grip upon her face, as much as a prepping motion as to better deal with the pain, which caused a not too masculine squealing whine to erupt from his throat. With teeth in his forearm Vadimir would raise upper body swiftly, the movement as precise as he could given the situation. He'd lift her with him, and when height was sufficient he'd aim to slam her back into solid earth and loam. BITE MY ARM WILL YEH? And he'd continue the motions until she released, or she passed out.
Solveig released her grip after the second slam into the earth, the wind having been long knocked out of her by then and her fairly shredded face just not able to take any more. The female submitted, sides heaving as she panted, tongue lapping at the rapidly bleeding wounds that criss crossed her gouged muzzle. That sharp, brightly colored gaze of hers..still narrowed..were fixed on the victor above her before a sneeze caused by blood trickling into her nostril would cause her head to jerk. The red liquid would spatter on the ground, tongue licking at the massacred muzzle again.
Yusef watched as everything sort of unfolded around him in a sudden giant wave of activity. Huh. Well that was new. (Not really) but he DID watch Drak drag Cin off to the den for...something... while Zod misbehaved--as he always fookin' did-- and Daddy put some new bitch in her place. Well yes, that was how it went! Once the scuffle died down though, he trotted on over and lightly poked at Vad's leg with his nose,"...Since you got to keep Cortes, can I keep zis one?"
Vadimir breathed heavily through his nostrils. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug! Even though Sol had already released him, it took quite a bit of effort for Vad to make himself cease all violence. It was such an amazing stress reliever! But she gave in, and he had to let go. He wasn't a total dick, after all. Just 85% phallus. When she grew still he would release her, favoring his injured paw, though it was subtle. Can't be looking weak in front of the newcomer, now could he? Nope, he'd wait until she was out of sight, then run to Drak bawling for him to kiss the boo-boo. Until such a time, though, he'd lavish himself in her misery and pain, to help him forget about his own. "Still curiouz about vot vaz happenink?" He'd begin, bloodied maw twisting into a sardonic grin. "Vell, you now know. vot do you plan to do?" Vadimir would blink when he felt a nudge to his backside. Glancing over he'd stare toward his son. The request seemed sudden, but...
Vadimir Yusef had graduated to Soldat, so... "You vill be responsible for everyzink she doez. You vill be held accountable for any blunder she makez. Are you ready for zat?" He'd ask, before looking back to the woman in question. Seemed the lady's fate had been decided for her! Too bad her curiosity had lead her astray. Seemed the world had plaaannnzzzzz.
Solveig's eyes remained locked onto the male as he asked his question, and she slowly pulled her legs under her to sit up just the slightest. Ugh, even that hurt her face. Jaw parted, prepared to answer. Well, she wasn't one to run away. She continued to be interested in these souls despite the ass whoopin'. Here she could learn something, live without becoming lazy and fat, but she had no time to tell the canine that she wanted to stick around. A younger male approached..be his pet? One ear cocked up a moment before slicking back loosely against her head again. Eheh, he would be responsible for her eh? That could be something even more interesting, depending on how she felt about this...master. Or whatever she would call him.
Yusef glanced at her, narrowing his eyes before giving a short, brief nod. "Yes. I vill teach her guud zinks. Ve vill do hunts and training. Teach her to fight guud." he promised. The earless, tail-less whelp far more resembled Drakov but still held quite a bit of resemblance to Vadimir (considering that was the sperm, anyway...) and his booty wiggled a little with a hint of excitement. OH BOY. HIS VERY OWN SLA--er. Pet. TRAINEE. Yes, trainee, that'll work. "Ve do swimming zings first, vork on her stamina!" he was already planning FUN excursions with her!
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Jun 12, 2015 15:14:51 GMT
Post by Cinnema on Jun 12, 2015 15:14:51 GMT
Whelp We Tried
(continuing. de secks after they split from the main group)(10:20:49) Drakov: Teeth met there mark, and once they had solid grip of flesh and fur everything else zoned. Like fading to black, with only the path before him left in view. Paws ushered him forth at a medium pace, fast as possible without unsteadying his steps. Rock wall that formed the center point of there turf was rounded about, bringing the bastard into a more open sizeable spread of turf. Right by the river. Where only 1 lonely tree protruded. Normally he didn't give a single fuck about doing such a thing in public, but there was far to much going on. Far to much distraction, to much adrenaline. A stranger, a Hadlee... Just to much. He needed a release that would actually be lasting. In more ones then one. When the duo were finally at there destination, the cluster of bodies just barely out of sight around the rocks, he'd twist his jaws so that nose pointed hellward. Effectively slinging Cin right to the ground. Nothing hella dramatic or intent to injure. It was more so a clear indication he was READY TO GET IT ON. "Fight me!" Tone snapped forth, in an almost violent and cruel way. Though it held a sensual aspect to it. Sadistic and brutal as it were, it was pure hormonal desire. Tongue flicked out between teeth to glide acrossed nose and lips as paws splayed and claws dug themselves along the soft dirt benieth him. Shoulders rolled, head lowering and teeth parting but an inch if that, a deep held breath rasping out. Had he ever been so shooken up before? Probubly not! But the reasoning for that was pretty god damn simple! He'd been kind of spoiled. Never before had he been denied, or... had to deny himself something he WANTED. That wasn't how shit worked for him. If he wanted it he fucking took it or was willing to die trying. And yet now!? Now he faced the idea of Nida becoming pregnant. More specifically the idea that he GAVE A SINGLE SHIT. Was it truely Nida he was concerned with, or Zod? There was no doubt in his mind he'd kill any little fat ass potato that came from the event, but then again.. He'd said the same about Cin didn't he? No no.. That was different. He cared for Cin.. Did he care for Nida..? Not in the same aspect. Hell his care for her was borderline. Since they'd met she'd been the hardheaded back of the class room failure omega type. He'd never really grown to fond of her, but he didn't hold disliking for the woman either. So it had to be Zod? Right? Or was he being warped that severly by this growing pack of his? SIGH. Either way, whatever the reason, he didn't fucking like it. He didn't like dwelling on his own sub-concious fuckery and having to resort to holding himself together until he exploded. Exploded on Cin, to be more specific. And yet even now, he was far more contained than he cared to be. Releasing his tension in a form not so experienced. Rather than having his way, then killing a bitch and just letting it all out in one blood filled fury, his slow yet deep breathes and stiff unwavering stance made it clear he wanted more than just that. Something he assumed only Cin could fulfill, considering she was the only one he held a connection with remotely similar to his brother. Racing thoughts would cease though the momment he yelled his demand. That be pushed to the back of his mind in favor of the now. Hackles bristled, and legs were on the verge of trembling. Had Cin not reacted immediately, he'd thrust forward. Kicking up dirt and pebbles. Dependant on the distance between them when she'd recovered from being tossed, Drak would part fangs and aim to snap them on the side of the womans neck. If contact were made, he'd immediately getting to thrashing. Nothing like he dished out when legitimately trying to mangle a bitch, BUT! His whole body seemed to wave with his motion. Body pressing it'self into hers so that his chest held firm into her frame, and paws could rise and wrap around her.(11:02:19) Cinnema was more than happy to comply when he'd nabbed her scruff and pulled her off to the side, dark legs stepping quickly to keep up with him even though he had seemed intent on dragging her. Under no circumstances of the moment did she intend to leave his side if she could help it considering all the shit that was flashing through her mind right then. Her body didn't even cease its shaking but she kept pace oh so willingly beside him and leaving everyone else behind. It was too much for her to even focus on the ground in front of her paws, instead closing eyes tight and just trusting him to guide her wherever he wanted her to go. At first, everything had been okay, but with Drak's tension melting off him and affecting her and then Hadlee showing up and causing her to fly into rage, she didn't care to argue. Thoughts had started going dark places, influenced by the time in this pack and making her almost really do something about it. Until Vad had come up and she'd pulled herself away with not little difficulty, though it spared her sister from probably something worse than whatever the male would do. Honestly Cin needed all this just as well as Drak did. Eyes popped open when she was flung to the ground, side skidding against the earth and legs shifting to get under her and prepare to stand. Not even any shock about it, just a slight and twisted smile coming to her lips in reaction of the movement. It was something to focus on in that immediate second, and she stared him full on as he ordered her to action. Not that it was required, again she was quick to oblige. For her own reasons and some mirroring his own. He was the one person she'd even thought to seek comfort from in the first place, and all those nice confusing emotions she felt towards him were rising up and getting into the mix of things. Whelp, she'd decided she'd better talk to him, but this was so much better. Cinnema curled her lips into soundless snarl as she pulled herself up to her feet and took a mere second to shake herself out and calm the shakes that had claimed her. Her breath still was shallow and pained, and as she moved forward to comply with his words even a bit of a desperate whine was caught into it. She was so upset right now. Jaws flashed out likely as his did, seeking the outlet of pain, attempting to grab on to the side of his head below his ear or somewhere around there and do about the same thing. Pull, tear, thrash, she wasn't even trying to wonder how much she was putting into it. She didn't want him to hold back, that was for sure, almost as desperately wanting to injure and be injured as she wanted to be close to him. Fking weirdo. As he'd latch on to the side of her neck and thrash it just helped that much more. Back legs pushed forward as he went to rise and put paws around her, raising her forelegs below his and grappling as she did so in an attempt to push him over to the side and topple them both. Given the size difference and how they were holding and attacking each other, success would likely depend on how quick he reacted to it or not. (11:17:16) Drakov: Though Drak was not typically the... Masochistic type. Not one to take pleasure in pain per say, but more so the concept behind it. The act of brawling it out, of throwing all your tension into it brawling was just relieving. It was the next best thing to sex!!! So doing both in one go was like heaven. As teeth made contact, Cin was noted doing just the same. The loose flesh of her neck allowing enough leeway for her to get a solid hold on her target. Though as paws reared, and woman aimed to lift her own and tackle him to the ground with lower positioned limbs... His paws would slide from there hook around her shoulders to settle along the grooves of her forearms. Preventing them from even getting close enough to unsteady him. Not that he was honestly THAT concerned with falling. It was more instinct than anything. To counter act a movement. No, his main focus was what was clenched between his teeth. Jaws would twist into the woman, aiming to tilt her head as far down as he could, to which.. He assumed she would fight back so as to avoid losing balance and being shoved over, and if she did teeth would release and snap back down again! Using her stiff rebelling posture to make the task of repositioning his bite that much easier. Not that it was incredibly difficult to begin with BUT. His chompers wouldn't be respositioning once, but several times. Snagging farther and farther up her face each go. Once locked in a way he could move no more, paws would slip off her limbs as if aiming to seek ground but instead ... He thrashed. Head shook his hold, using his weight and gravity pulling them back down to jerk her head to and fro! Assuming he'd managed this far, hind paws would have long since began pushing him forward in lowered stance. Drak, despite his size, usually didn't fight with so much of his weight and power. Size meant nothing to him in most occassions. Even fluid acts that seemed as though his mass made all the difference, really didn't.. It was all a matter of location, and fluid movements. Using your opponents acts against them! But pfft. Not here. Well.. That was a lie. He still kind of used Cin's movements against her, but he fighting with not but pure power at the momment! Definately not his usual style. Ohwell. This was all about releasing tension anyways. His goal was solely to let off steam and dish out pain, not take someone down as quick and effectively as possible. So, his shove forward and thrashing of jaws had no legitimate course of action apart from tearing up her face. And... Likely his as well! So much so after a couple yanks, jsut as front paws finally refound earth below, body would stiffen so that stance was firm. He'd yank to the opposite side of Cin's hold, shoulder and chest ramming into her as he spun in place. His goal? To rip away a chunk of flesh from her neck, as well as tear his own face from her grasp. End result would surely be a mess of blood! And of course.. Searing pain twinging in the bare bit of mangled flesh below his ears. The tendons located there sent spikes of pain shooting through his frame. Nothing extreme, but enuogh to take notice and even wince. Had he managed, his shove into her would not cease. If anything he'd simply roll more. Aiming to use her forced position while held on to pin her face first to the ground by his shoulder. Though he had no plans to stay. Whether she'd fallen or he'd not been given the opportunity to begin with, he'd spring in place, slinging his jaws back around to her face in attempt to snap on cheek or muzzle.(12:28:43) Cinnema was starting to get into that weird mindset that several of the pack had about fighting. However typically at first it was just tension relief for her, but then as that happened she got more excited and happy about beating people up. She was starting to enjoy it, much as she didn't care or pause to realize. But this, oh this she was enjoying. Favorite person in the world plus all the touching and tearing and blood, mmmm. A low growl would echo from her throat as he blocked her attempts to knock them over, now being held up by him instead of putting paws back on the ground as she'd have liked to do. Body shifted as he pushed her head further to the ground, back legs shifting to provide further support and her face shoving against him if only briefly and likely without any advance. So jaws continued to work and pull, locked in one spot and only shifting as he went to and thrashing if she managed. When legs were released she planted them upon the ground firmly as if to help her from being pushed back, but her strength wasn't a match for his in the slightest. As she was pushed back on shaking legs and thrashed about like a ragdoll, grip held tight and likely tore up the side of his face just as he was tearing up her neck. The pain was delicious, real, something she could focus on that wasn't inner turmoil and rage over Hadlee. Her tail waved like a banner behind her, uncontrollably, as they worked to ease tension and make each other bleed. The pain later would just be fuel to calm the fire. Cin was easily and continually pushed backward until he ceased in movement, causing her to tense as he did, but she wasn't quite prepared for him practically taking a chunk out of both of them. Red drops flying all over as chunks of flesh and fur were taken, causing a sharp intake of breath on her part and then a bit of shock. It hurt, a cruel pain, but still a welcome one. Still he came on pushing and she stumbled back, defense down other than jaws snapping toward his face as he pushed her to the ground. Ears would slick back as eyes still bore into his while he aimed for whatever he might please to, clinging to rage and anger that had weakened through the fight as well as excitement that had come later. Really she hadn't had all that much abuse, still having both her ears and her tail unlike the majority of the pack, even counting getting banged by both the brothers it didn't add to too much. Regardless that this wasn't punishment, wounds inflicted by Drak's jaws were unquestioned and only fueled unspoken emotions.(12:45:15) Drakov: As Cin fell, and jaws released to reposition themselves, the twinge of pain the side of his head would finally spark out. First growl since the start of things would bellow out harsh and violent. Flagged tail twitched harshly left and right as teeth saught out the womans face. Mmm. Contact was found acrossed the base of muzzle and cheek bone. Half way engulfing her eye in his mouth as top canines hooked around muzzle and bottom latched just below her eye. Clamp would sink into bone and flesh, none to gently, the likes of which would end with teeth slicing together. Location was not suitable for a solid hold, but frankly that wasn't his intention regardless. So instead he left her with a nice scar! One of many to come infact. Considering the momment teeth found each other, the split yet again to to find a new grasp on the opposite side of her eye. Between eye and ears. Once more he saught not a hold but instead the sweet feel of his teeth gliding through her skin. All the while he stood limbs bent, front end pressed into her frame to hold her still and maintain his balance as he ravaged her face. Needless to say by now he was in full fucking sail! Lipstick out for the whole damned world to see, courtesy of her pleasure enticing moans and the taste of her blood filling his mouth. MMmm.(13:13:40) Cinnema squirmed a little as his teeth dug into her face but it was because of pure instinct to react, as well as sparks of pain and pleasure traveling through her body every second. Mmm, gimme some sexy scars bby. Not even thinking about how sore and possibly miserable she would feel later, oh no she was just basking in the blood that was soaking her fur at his leisure. Even with it dripping down her face and possibly into her eye she didn't want to just sit there and get torn up and not have her turn! If any opportunity would be available her own jaws would flash out to grasp his face, anywhere, and make a mark of her own on him other than the hunk of flesh out of the side of his face. Miiine. Thought echoed as vocals continued to produce growls and noise that held no meaning but simply were there. Let him do what he wished, even if he tried to kill her or something she'd likely spend last moment smiling up at him as he tore her throat out. HA. Needless to say thoughts of anyone else were long gone and she was only tense for feeling of pain spiking through her body and him still pushing her down against the ground. (13:21:02) Drakov: Murrr. Teeth shredded through her face not once but twice. Dual scars, on either side of her eye. Fur and flesh consumed with a simple flick of tongue. Though as his teeth found each other once more, Cin was given her oh so desired momment. Her bite landed wherever she so desired, Most likely his cheek given his current position. And when her teeth latched on he loss any ability to bite down yet again. Atleast... On her face! Maw parted to mouth along side her own cheek. A half assed attempt at clamping molars onto flesh but he lacked the leeway to do such so long as she held a solid grip on his cheek. Instead, after a few failed nips that is.. Front teeth would find the base of her ear. Nothing worthy of ripping the whole thing off in the position he was in, but enough that those pricking front teeth would rip a slit right in the base of her ear. He'd gotten something atleast! HIZZA! Oh well. He wasn't to fussed to be frank, go at it Cin baby. The pain enlightened him. Body would shuffle however in his place, shoulder removing it'self from her so that feet could regain a more approriate and stable footing hovering just above her to fight and tug against her hold on his face. Mouthing would cease at last, solely to take a place on the front of her shoulder instead. Teeth would sink in, if he'd managed, head twisting against her as footing shuffled to acrossed her frame. He'd aimed to force her to her back, so that front paws were at either side of her shoulders and hind ones almost pressed against her hips. Ooolala. Jerks would be given randomly from time to time. A yank left and right, before he growled and sunk his teeth in harder. And then.... Had she remained stationary and unrelenting... Rear end would lower due to his own hips slowly start to work themselves in humping fashion. BAHAHA. Oh Drak you're so pathetic. For a minute he was doing nothing but humping the inch of air between them, but with the held of bent limbs his grinding would settle firstly on her lower stomuch, until at long last he'd found his target!!! First time he'd ever fucked in such a position but HEY! Whatever worked right?! He sure as shit didn't care, he was enjoying himself. Relishing in the act of not only satisfying his groin and raging hormones.. But also the sensation of her still clamped oh so tightly on his face, assuming she was, and him sunk into her shoulder. (13:58:19) Cinnema, tail pounded against earth as she shifted with a shoulder to get a better aim and hold on his cheek that she managed to latch on to. Simply happy to have done so she aimed to pull and shred and leave a pretty scar across that side of his face. Tongue lapping up blood as she bit none too carefully as he had to her. She felt the nips and the little slit torn in her ear, not that she minded that at all. Noo, now she matched better. HA not really. Stubborn grip kept its hold as he shifted and dug his teeth into her shoulder, eliciting a moan through clenched jaws. Oh geez she was just all hot and bothered now as he pushed her over onto her back and stood atop her. Jerks to her shoulder were met with tugs of her own and shift of her jaws for a nicer and tighter grip further up along his face. As he was inching closer to his goal she just stared him down as well as she could with jaws locked upon each other, ears slicked back but not of anger or anything like that, noo, she could have been blushing for the amount of crimson smeared over her face and fur. Mm the secks, just made her try to sink teeth further into his skin. (14:09:19) Drakov: MMM. Gaze was hard stone cold throughout the entire thing, only flicks of fiery desire interupted it. Until of course.. They'd gotten to the good part, and he was fully able to note Cin staring through his soul. He'd managed to supress feelings or emotions towards her if only for the sole purpose of avoiding throwing his head into an abyss of deranged nonsense he didn't understand. PFFT. Why yo, why. Why get dragged into it when he could just ignore it!? Welp no more ignoring it now Drak. You're now, quite literally, faced to face with it. Hold remained firm as he he went about his antics, gaze staring hard back from the corner of his eyes. He grew tense, breathing growing more heavy and teeth sinking in with far more might behind his powerful jaws than he realized he even was. With the gutteral sound of a growl vibrating against her, he'd finally force himself to detatch. Blood driped from canines right onto her face as he stood hunched and hovering above her. Eyes began to close mildly, lip curling in protest. Then without even being conciously aware of his own actions, pale bastard leaned forward to glide tongue acrossed the still bloodied flesh wounds that plagued her face. Skull would turn, allowing face to roll acrossed the bloody mess and smear scents between the two. By the time he'd gotten a nice spread of red acrossed his face, the end drew near. Teeth clenched for a momment, before splitting quick like lightning in attempt to snap along the side of her throat. Bottom teeth would prick at her source of life, the oxygen supplying organ, whilst top fangs dug into her jaw lining. It took everything in him not to sufficate the life out of her. Not because he wanted to but because he found himself in such a high state of pleasure he almost couldn't help himself! Assuming he'd gotten it of course. His grip would grow tighter second after second, but it lasted no more than a minute until he'd released. In every way shape and form. Teeth detatched, growl echoed forth and his tense frame turned to just slightly shaking limbs as he slumped atop her. Locked together for an undetermined amount of time, his rapid breaths would be easily noted what with there close proximity! Matched gaze would be released as well, obviously. Opting to close instead in effort to push back everything drawing so near his thoughts. Bahhh.(14:47:25) Cinnema had already gone through a torrent of emotion and confusion thanks to a little comment miss crabby-pants Nida had tossed out, right when they'd been moving. That had caused her so much tension and grief to think about how she felt and sort all that out. Thus when she came across an intruder right after they'd gotten there, she'd beat the shit out of him just because of her whirling storm of thoughts. Thus, in the morning she'd decided she had better talk to him and get it out of the way.. At least so she could accept it and focus on stuff again. Whelp, now she was thinking about all that as she stared him down and he caught her gaze. Though she flinched when his teeth dug in further into her shoulder, not something she'd expected and causing her to let go of her own hold. Blood dripping and running down her already likely painted face until he moved to rub his features against her own. She assisted in that by running her tongue over his cheek that she'd been abusing and rubbing red over his face as he did to hers. Hey, may as well be fairly shared right? Cin was content with that and generally pretty happy and chill until his jaws closed near her throat. Instantly she tensed, freezing, eyes locked upon his again as he held tighter and, regardless if he was really hindering her airway, her breath came shorter and harsher as she forced her body to relax. Yet she didn't struggle, didn't question, just sat limp there at his mercy without second thought.. For a moment she'd begun to think he wasn't intending to let go of her, until she was released and she gasped air in again. Not mad or anything as some may be, no. She growled at his limp form atop her, head shifting to run her tongue along his muzzle coated with her blood. Everywhere he'd abused her with his teeth, it hurt, but she tried to ignore it. Especially her shoulder, now. For a moment Cin closed her eyes as well and expelled a deep breath alongside his face, quiet for a minute, until gaze opened and focused on him again. "..Drakov," she'd say softly, though now she had a chance to say what the fuck she felt she had no idea how to. Ears flicked back to pin to her head, she settled for hoping he'd open his eyes and look at her again. Gaze locked with his and emotion plain and clear on her face, whether she wanted it to or not.. Oops. What was that..word..that she didn't want to say.. Started with an L, yeah that.. And even while her inner thoughts were there screaming he's fucking mine, she felt like things needed to be said and not just, ok we fight and mark each other and have the secks. At least if she was going to go through the hell of realizing and revisiting the memories of people she'd thought she'd loved in the past(cough, Zeeke), she wasn't going to do nothing about it.(15:07:35) Drakov: Rapid breathes gradual began to slow, tense frame loosening to relax atop her with all his weight. Well.. Most of it.. Paws tried to keep him atleast slightly held up but it was fairly useless for the momment. That is. Until Cin spoke his name. He was tired now.. But tired as he were, he'd groan and lift to his feet so that gaze could actually meet the womans. Well.. almost to his feet. Rear end was still stuck in place, hovering just above the earth behind her thighs. He could probubly sit if it weren't awkward to do so. Speaking of awkward, the momment eyes found Cin's he felt his body grow tense yet again. DAMNIT. Could he not relax?! Ear tufts twitched in attempt to fold back, but there was nothing there to do so. Eyes fluttered away for a momment, but returned not long after. "Da?" Blunt and confused.. He wasn't sure what to make of her look.. her random vocalization. Though it was clear as day the intensity behind her, the enticity of her emotions. But he lacked the understanding on how to handle it. How to address it, no less what it meant!? Hips tugged once or twice, testing for his freedom. Escape from the overbaring flood of emotions. WHAT WERE THESE THINGS?! He could handle so much SHIT but not this!? It was simply because he lacked the understanding, but STILL. COME ON NOW DRAK. Isn't it now you who says to conquering everything thrown your way?! Don't pussy out. "Somesink wrong? Did I do somesink?" Had he hurt her to much? Yea.. Let's make yourself paranoid instead because that was easier to cope with. Mhm. He was so logical am I rite. Nose leaned forward to wiff at her features, followed only by a flick of tongue to clean her fresh wounds.(15:53:40) Cinnema tried not to mind too much with big marshmallow deadweight on top of her, but at least he wasn't crushing life out of her for but a few moments. Not that she couldn't take it, heh. Eyes would flick away for a moment after staring him down, not even..remotely..sure what to say about this. Emotions just sucked like that, plus that neither of them were used to dealing with this kind of stuff. Didn't help. Ears twitched as he asked if he did something wrong, a small smile coming to her lips. "No, no.." Nothing she could fault him for anyway. Was it his fault she was so far lost with these emotions? Pshh he couldn't handle his himself, how could he have somehow done that to her. As he leaned to lick her wounds she huffed and would sniff along the side of his face before daring to open jaws and give him a lick.. EUGH WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SO WEIRD. "I just.." she'd mutter, then growl and aim to bury her face in whatever fur of his was close enough to do so. "Love you," would be said oh so softly but likely still heard, as she squirmed with the effort of not hopping up and saying jk! and running. No, this was real, and she was admitting it. AS HARD AS IT WAS. A soft growl would make its way from her throat as tail started up her quivering again, likely before it would start her all up shaking again but. She was worried about his reaction and the insanely irritating nagging at the back of her mind that was telling her, and everyone else left. Hell she did not need that along with the fear and worry of how he'd respond and hnng she was just a ball of nerves now again.(16:11:34) Drakov: Oh dear god. The silence turned what started as puzzled confusion into ... ALMOST FEAR. SNAP. Wtf even. Made even more so when she finally began to spoke! What who huh!? Features slicked back, hips tugging yet again. He felt trapped. For the first time with Cin, he felt trapped. Usually this only phased him with ... well anyone but Cin or Vad. Odd as that was.. But still! Right now, however, he felt trapped. So much so when the last of her words ushered forth he forcibly removed himself slightly ahead of schedule. Teeth gritted together, grinding mildly as paws stumbled and he bout collapsed. Balanced was regained however, only for rump to flop to the ground and eyes to find the earth between his paws. Right eye winced from the gash on his cheek and ear base. How da fuk even. He was so .. cocky. so sure of himself because he was simply that confident in his abilities. Or.. At the very least.. Confident he would never back down even if he'd fail! But this?! How the fuck does one go about this? He was THIS close to ignoring her and leaving, not because he disapproved or disagreed with her truths but because it was just easier that deciphering what was going on in his own head. Drak was never good at talking.. at explaining things... I mean his own children, though prosphering as they were, still lacked true understanding behind a lot of there abuse. True understanding for the pack and how it works and the point behind it. All because he didn't really speak on it. He didn't know how. He was.. according to everyone else.. Crazy and made no sense?! How do you piece together something like that just for others understanding!? Well.. He had no fucking clue. But atleast with that HE understood it. WIth this it wasnt just piecing together a puzzle it was piecing together a blank puzzle. How da fuck do you tell whats what !? SIGH. Drak you're so fucking dramatic. It's easy. You just say I love you too. DUH. Nah he couldn't be easy. Rather than just keep his god damn mouth shut, which wasn't good but was BETTER, he fucking spoke. HE SPOKE. "Da.. Thanks..?" FACEPLANT. OIIII. Shoulda just stfu. Little groan echoed out meant to clear his throat, before eyes finally lifted to meet hers again. Searching for a reaction. For ... something that told him what to do.. How to react. He knew his response was all wrong but the extent of just HOW wrong was beyond his ability to comprehend.(16:36:55) Cinnema didn't know how to react but that he was pulling away from her and getting all tense and uncomfortable even when she was just saying the dreaded words. She flinched as he pulled away rather unceremoniously, looking at him for a moment with wide eyes before rolling, ow that leg, to pull herself up into a sit. Ears flicked anxiously as she realized he was just .. quiet. Thinking, perhaps, but not something she had hoped for. Her own thoughts started racing and she was backtracking in her mind, already trying to pull herself away from the situation mentally as her body was shaking now again uncontrollably, nerves and fear this time rather than the rage at Hadlee. The fuck did she do wrong?? WHY COULDN'T SHE BE HAPPY?!? M-maybe she didn't..love him.. Or, at least, she would've liked to think that and save her from all this. Except, that she did. Eyes would widen and she'd recoil as he opened his mouth and said something, she hadn't expected. Rather quickly eyes narrowed and emotions were wiped off her face but pain and displeasure were plain and clear in her posture. She hadn't, quite, expected anything, but this was worse than she could have wanted.. A minute ago they were fine and close and now HE WAS RUINING IT. Head flicked to the side just to keep her eyes away from him and her lip curled silently, almost to herself but also to him. She shook once more and forced herself to stop, taking light steps backward and away. Nope nope nope she couldn't deal with it, not this not these feels ur so mean Drak.
(17:00:45) Drakov: Gaze, though settled on Cin for a period of time, never remained for longer than several seconds. They'd flick out at something else. Anything else. ANything possibly to deter there sights from clashing before returning again only to repeat the process. That is.. Until Cin's reaction to his words finally registered, and her averted gaze had been noted. Brows furrowed, narrowing and flattening out in confusion. What'd he do!?!!?!? "Cin.." Tone beckoned forth behind his breath, feint and uncertain. No. No. He couldn't act like this. It was unbecoming of him! Posture straight, despite her sudden backwards motion. He'd FORCE away the insecurities. The fear of the unknown. Stab the bitch into submission. YES. That's what was up!!!! OK! WE'RE GOOD. Deep intake of breath was taken!!! But oh no.. Cin was practically on the verge of storming off, had she not already... Shit.. Nubbed tail attempted to tuck, haunches shifting him forward with head held low. "Cin!" Deep voice came forth much louder this time, yet it still held that same questioning tone. He was gonna fucking control this crap god damnit! But it didn't neccessarily mean he understood. Just.. No more freakin shit. No. Not happening.(17:25:08) Cinnema wasn't making eye contact, wasn't responding, didn't acknowledge him calling her name the first time, nope NU-UH. She'd said those feared words that she'd psyched herself up so much for, and he'd said THANKS?! FUK YOU. Shutting down, not looking at him, backing away. She couldn't deal with this, not after remembering Zeeke, not after just finding Hadlee again and feeling like there was another hole ripped in her chest. The whole point of the fighting and blood was to FORGET about that and relax and she would not feel that way again. She'd just be.. apathetic, yeah sure! Good good, it didn't matter, she was wron-Cin froze in her tracks as he called for her, pausing a second before her eyes would flick to him from the corner of her eyes and stare for a moment before turning her head fully. Noting his lowered posture, which surprised her. What the.. Conflict clearly evident now on her face and ears flicked back. The questioning tone in his voice just confused her. Did she exactly know what this was? Or, at the least, trust it? ..No, not after other people she had loved ended up abandoning her. And it hurt. She didn't want any of that to repeat itself.. But she just waited, still as a stone on flat ground, and waited for him to either say something or let her walk off and try to forget. Depending on what he ended up doing.(18:20:19) Drakov: Only a few steps were taken at first, driven solely by her ignoring his vocalizations. COME ON NOW WHAT THA FUK I DO! UGHHH. Rage. Then she stopped.. And looked back his way. Aw fuck.. That looked.. It killed him. nono. Remember. The breath he'd taken a momment before had still been held without him even noticing, and her stare made it seep out like a kettles steam. After a momments pause to stare, he finally pushed forward in a slow and eased pace. At long last, he'd pushed it all back. Gotten it under control, and returned to his usual blank slate self. Had she not left, his head would still be low and he'd walk up right along side the woman, gaze staring off passed her. Only when he'd finally reached her side would he stop. Eyes shifting to the corner of his eyes to peer at the woman. SIGH. Here we go.. "I don't know vhat to say." Not a whole lot of sharing but... IT WAS FUCKING SOMETHING PFFT. It was the absolute most he could piece together, so he shared it. With a light sigh, eyes shut for a momment before opening again in order to turn and give a light lick to her cheek. "Im sorry. I don't do this." More specifically. He doesn't talk. He didn't know what to do. He'd have to think.. Think in a relaxed unpressuring setting. Maybe even ask Vad, hell. But his poor conversation skills left his words blunt and easily misinterpreted. With that, pale bastard would continue his forward walk and seek out a crevice some where to sleep off the soreness his body was currently enduring.(18:45:24) Cinnema waited, saw the rage upon his face that flared and vanished. She blinked a few times, shifting her gaze to the ground, stood still as he approached. He'd called to her, so, surely he had something to say to her or otherwise wouldn't be coming near her.. Right? She stiffened as he came to stand next to her, eyes closing even as he looked at her. She didn't know what else to do but thoughts were tormenting her. Eyes would open when he spoke, flicking to him.. Well, wasn't entirely a surprise..he wasn't a very emotional or gushy sort of person but it wasn't like she was thinking like that. What did he mean he didn't do this?? Didn't do what?? Talk, love, want her around? She didn't fucking know. His lick was registered, eyes looking upon the ground. As he turned to walk off she almost panicked, but simply let out a breath and would turn herself so that her head rubbed against his side as he passed. Just a touch.. Before she went off in the opposite direction and any way away from the den, likely seeking a tree to curl up next to somewhere near water but away from people so she could swim undisturbed when she woke. She needed time to.. calm herself down and assure herself that everything was okay and he hadn't sworn her off or anything so maybe she'd be fine.. Not that she really went as far as she would have liked to, stinging pain preventing her from going too far before she'd find a place and sleep because everything hurt at the moment. At least, she wasn't pissed off and would probably be more calm later. |
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He was THIS close to ignoring her and leaving, not because he disapproved or disagreed with her truths but because it was just easier that deciphering what was going on in his own head. Drak was never good at talking.. at explaining things... I mean his own children, though prosphering as they were, still lacked true understanding behind a lot of there abuse. True understanding for the pack and how it works and the point behind it. All because he didn't really speak on it. He didn't know how. He was.. according to everyone else.. Crazy and made no sense?! How do you piece together something like that just for others understanding!? Well.. He had no fucking clue. But atleast with that HE understood it. WIth this it wasnt just piecing together a puzzle it was piecing together a blank puzzle. How da fuck do you tell whats what !? SIGH. Drak you're so fucking dramatic. It's easy. You just say I love you too. DUH. Nah he couldn't be easy. Rather than just keep his god damn mouth shut, which wasn't good but was BETTER, he fucking spoke. HE SPOKE. "Da.. Thanks..?" FACEPLANT. OIIII. Shoulda just stfu. Little groan echoed out meant to clear his throat, before eyes finally lifted to meet hers again. Searching for a reaction. For ... something that told him what to do.. How to react. He knew his response was all wrong but the extent of just HOW wrong was beyond his ability to comprehend.