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MAY 25
May 25, 2015 17:56:18 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 25, 2015 17:56:18 GMT
Confessions
(12:15:09) Vadimir had taken up guard duty for the night. Solv seemed willing to behave now, but he wasn't about to trust a complete stranger. Who did that? Someone who wanted to die, that's who. Yusef showed interest in making her something worth while. It was an interesting prospect, one Vad intended to see through till the very end. Or Solv's end, one or the other. As dawn streaked gold and royal purple, the new day could find Vadimir cleansing his wound. It wasn't horrible, but it definitely hurt like hell. It stained his snowy pelt pink and crimson, and the meat around the punctures swelled and ached with the slightest movement. Such pain was a norm, but he still didn't appreciate the hindrance it offered. Bleh. Such was the spoils of war. Rising from the ground he would wander toward the fetus, pulling it closer with his un-injured limb before settling down once again. Teeth would quickly go to work shredding the flesh, nubby tail wiggling in silent, subtle contentment.
(12:28:08) Zodiak lay quietly near the mouth of the den, eyes closed and mind shut out from the world. Nightmares of mutant puppies and nida being tortued by drak had him stirring restlessly. Frankly he was fed up with the secrets, his dishonesty would prob get him in more trouble than the actual act. Nida being in heat alone was a recipie for disaster, mix in her stalker zod and newly gained testosterone and its the perfect batter for sex cakes. Front limbs stretched out, led on by noisy yawn as he rose to all fours to greet the sun. sights set on vad, noming the fetus he'd taste tested last night. With a sigh to push nerves aside, he'd strode up to him as if nothing had happened. Tail swished happily as he approached from behind, brushing against vads side and lowering muzzle to lick at his forhead. Wound was noticed and without thought on it head lowered beside the feasting beastie, tongue gently clensing the wound before more licks to face would be offered. No homo but he loved his tsars.
(12:39:42) Vadimir allowed thoughts to wander unrestrained, indulging in his mind's fantasies for the time being. Now was quiet, and he'd enjoy it until the next bout of hoopla dissolved the peace and replaced it with clamor. Which... would be very soon, it seemed. Ears flicked at the sound of someone's approach, and without looking Vad would give a gruff snort as Zod chose to press his form against him. Vadimir would twist, jaws parting when Zod saw fit to groom first his forehead and then his wound. He'd aim to grab hold of the Soldat's throat, force implemented just enough to give a tangible lovebite. He'd release him shortly thereafter, giving Zod a once-over before choosing to break the silence. "Vot happened to you lazt night?" Vadimir had been busy beating the crap out of women. Wasn't he a fine role model? Beating women, humping anything that moved... yeh. American Hero right dere.
(13:09:01) Zodiak kept his mind occupied; grooming tsar and keeping thoughts away from guilt and fear. Jaws were felt on his throat, an action he didn't see coming. Body sunk slightly and tail fanned in submission before relaxing upon release. Normally he was used to vad and draks greetings but his nerves were still getting the best of him. Hunkering down into a sit, a sigh would escape him before response would be heard "More like... what did I do the other day....." Words were laced with the hint of 'you know what i'm talking about' as gaze met his. A moments pass before averting eyes would shift to the ground away from vad, yet another sigh escaping him. He was only a wolf, these things couldn't be that big of a deal.
(13:15:17) Vadimir shifted and re-analyzed Zod's person. Something was amiss. What was it? Vad looked him up and down, eyes moving with calculated slowness over every inch of the male's form. Something last night had caused this, he was sure of it. Only problem was... he wasn't privy to the entire conversation, having only caught the very last bits of it the night prior. And of it he could barely recall. After all, he'd gotten occupied fairly quickly. Still, Zod's words helped to get cogs a-cranking, and he'd nod slowly. So Zod had done the nasty with Nida. He couldn't hazard a guess why that had him so... wound up. Perhaps the best thing, for now anyway. Was to skip confusion, which he already was. And just take a bit ol' bite out of the query cupcake. "Und zat bozers you? Vhy? Sex iz vunderful. It'z not like you didn't like it vhen ve mated." Cause you betcha Vad sure had liked it! Hell, he'd happily go for a second round. But first, he had to get to the bottom of things.
(13:32:42) Zodiak had to admit he did rather enjoy himself both with cort and nida as weird as it was. Bottom line was he was an animal and base tendencies had been fulfiled. End of story. Head lifted and a more postured sit would be acheived as vad hit the nail on the head. How'd he know? clever bastard... "well..." he chuckled "the event didn't bother me..." gaze would shift upwards in reminesence "I rather enjoyed it..." He was comfortable enough with vad to talk about these things, i mean shit he'd fucked him too--well been fucked by. He stood, shaking off a bit before the now bulky boy looked to vad "Its other things that bother me..." kids... the one thing vad and drak despised... although they seemed to be doing well with their own.. at least the ones that survived. Zod too had to admit he enjoyed training them, even if it meant a little tough love. "nida's scared..." his words trailed off, looking off across the scenery of their new home "she worries about pups...and what might happen..." another heavy sigh would have head sinking once again before twisting so eye could gaze at vad to guage his reactions.
(13:41:34) Vadimir folded forepaws, an action that caused him to wince in slight discomfort, but soon passed and he was able to straighten posture and look better the part of... emotional consultant, apparently. "I vould azzume az much. Nida vaz your first female, da?" He could only guess she was, but hey, what did he know? Maybe he'd hit up another woman before her. But it couldn't be denied. Vagina was amazing. Vad was seriously questioning if this was some form of ruse, when Zodiak began to detail what was really the issue. At first Vadimir didn't connect the dots. Sex, puppies, huewhe?? And then a second later, it all clicked. Eyes widened and his ears stood fully erect atop his skull. Oh... OH. Heat. If there was one thing he'd learned since banging Cinn. You don't sex up a woman during her heat cycle. Not unless you desire little HEATHENS. Vadimir frowned and his fur bristled, but he maintained an overall air of calm. Though upper half slowly, almost menacingly, rose into a low crouch, head and neck craned to place his features directly in front of Zod's. He held the position for a time without speeking, watching as Zod worriedly assessed the Tsar's current mood. And, frankly? It was difficult for even him to decipher. His opinion of children had changed over the course of his own parenthood, but little. Very little. Though their new home afforded plenty of food, and having pups would have virtually no liable flaws or down-sides to their living conditions overall. Vadimir still couldn't structure in his mind that having more hellion's running around was a good thing. "Do you know if she iz vith child or not?" Vad had no idea how baby thing worked. You stick it in, jizz, and maybe babies, maybe not. That was the sum of his knowledge on the process. Depending on Zod's answer, Vadimir would continue to stare, his shoulders rolling as if he were about to pounce.
(13:51:31) Zodiak didn't know how to handle all this. Sex, heat, puppies, God damn all the hormones. He'd never actually bred a female before so he never really knew about heats and all that shit. All he knew was Nida smelt fucking awesome and he just had to well... stick her. It was like some mind control shit she had. Little did he know it was nature; heat signaling eggs which meant puppies so female was more 'willing' and the smell... oh god the smell. Head would shake as fur had bristled and... feelings had chilled across his body. He had to quit thinking about it or he'd end up making another mistake with vadi. harhar. Nod would be given to vad "Yea..." He studied the tsar for a moment, watching as he lifted himself from relaxed position. Tail would curl around his hocks, a half step taken backwards as he eyed him curiously--cautiously. Something was off-putting about his posture. "I..." he thought on it for a moment. There were options? So maybe she wasn't even having puppies right??? OH LORD --heavy sigh-- although... there was a part of him that twinged at the though of his act being unsucessful. A part he didn't fully understand. "I don't know--How do you know??" head tilted slightly, frame still cautiously positioned to bolt from reach if vad decided to launch upon him.
(14:22:17) Vadimir let out a soft noise. It wasn't quite a growl. more a moody rumble that rose and fell in volume over the course of it's presence, before vanishing into the void that was total and absolute silence. Perhaps this was something that he should explain. Of what he knew, anyway. For clearly Zod had even less of an understanding than he. Pitiful? Perhaps, though to both their credit. Not like there was anyone around to teach them that shit. "Vhen femalez begin to smell az Nida doez, it meanz she iz ready to bear children. Zhe can have children before it, but it iz lezz likely." Which was why, despite Nida's scent stinking up the whole damn place, Vadimir had stuck to chastity like a trooper. Now, though, with this latest development? There was no telling what he'd do about things. He certainly wasn't about to take all this lying down, that was for sure. Vadimir's body was already primed, crouched with limbs tense and coiled. They were face to face, and all Vad had to do was make one simple movement. And by golly, he did. Even though it hurt, Vad made all four limbs hurtle his bulk up and forward, propelling himself as if he'd been on a springboard, all with the intention to bowl over and land atop Zod, forepaws aimed to push into his chest or throat, while lips peeled back in a warning. And if Zod ignored this one, as he had last night. God help him, there was no guarantee for that pretty face. "I'll give leniency becauze you did not know. But if Nida iz vith carrying your children." He shook himself lightly, as if trying to rid himself of an annoying insect. "You vill anzwer for your actionz... Am I clear, Zodiak?" Uh-oh, he used his full name. GET OUT THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER.
(14:51:33) Zodiak. Tension tension there was loads of it between him and vadi. So he was allowed to have sex? just not with nida?? or just not when she smelt like a hundred-dollar hooker? Seemed fair, sex was all good and fun but kids were a lot of work. Zod listened good to vads words about the birds and the bees. OOooo so thats nature's slap in the face 'HERE LET ME TEMPT (FOCE) YOU TO HAVE KIDS' because everyone knows its hard to resist the luxurious perfume of a female in heat. Thats just not fair. Zodi's limbs were slowly shifting back as vad continued to look at him like a baby deer. As beast finally went for the kill zod scrambled, half turning to run before vad was atop him and he was forced to the ground. He half rolled but was forced to stop by pressing paws against the side of his neck. Body would vibrate with whispered growl and lips were curled in combination of fear and defense. Vad's words had him struggling now and then to break free but to no end. Teeth clenched at the mention of his whole name. Only his mama could call him that and she was dead! He'd remain like this for a moment, baring fangs at the tsar before body relaxed and he sighed "yea...fine..." WHATEVER MAN
(14:57:04) Vadimir shifted as was necessary with Zod's movements, but kept himself firmly planted atop the younger canine. He'd let so many of Vechnyy get away with things, mostly because he was trying to be whatever embodiment of leadership there was. But in so doing often times things were left undone, tasks unfinished and boundaries pushed farther than were necessary. If this was going to continue, then one of two things were going to follow; Vad was going to go on a massive killing spree. Or, he was going to nip shit in the bud, before it had a chance to bloom into a shit-storm. Truthfully he had no reason to panic yet. It wasn't for certain if Nida was pregnant or not. But the possibility lingered, and what's more the woman didn't educate the strapping lad about how these things worked. Because Vad assumed all women understood this better then men, like the sexist shroom he was. Vadimir awaited for Zod to give the affirmative that he got the message. When it came, it wasn't quite the satisfying note of remorse that Vad had wanted to hear. Seemed like Zod was more guilty over doing it without permission, then the possible outcome. Or both?? It was hard to read, and he wasn't going to waste anymore air trying to understand. He got the point-and-fire jist of things. Now was time to move onto action. "Zen ve vill speak of it no more. Nida sharez ze blame, und she vill be punished az vell... but zince you're here now," At this point Vad's appearance would twist into that mischief-laden smirk, nearing something far more vulgar, but somehow he managed to keep it semi-pleasant. "Vhy don't ve get your punishment out of ze vay?" And Vad would snap forward, aiming to grasp a good chunk of Zod's lower neck, while lower body would shift to coordinate himself as need be. He was gonna fuck this boy sideways, mhmm.
(15:21:31) Zodiak was seemingly in half submission. Usually full abscent this new array of hormones that suddenly struck him the day nida came in heat. mm he remembered that day well, it was when he took monros tail. Something had come over him, a darker side he'd assumed had been encouraged by the brothers...but thinking on it now.. maybe not so much. Maybe the crazies were the water to let his own demon brew until finally boiling over? That moment when bone was crushing beneath his fangs and he felt the rush of excitement, arousal, and some other dark concoction of emotions. It didn't seem like something that only the bros could seed. Zod was no longer the wiley pup, more mature thoughts and actions satisfied his nature now. Sure there was still some play left in him, but it shared it's realm with a shadowed version of himself. Growl increased an octave at the mention of nida being involed in punishment. It was HIS rocket that created the babies--if any. He squirmed beneath vad's weight, start of snarls escaping him. It was obvious he objected to that statement. Change in tone was noted and he'd quickly focus to defend himself. Neck curled as vad snatched ahold of his neck, and positioning was recognized. OH FUCK THAT SHIT! With a snarl and slight hesitation before fangs lunged to grasp the top of his muzzle. It was a strained effort from positioning, one that would leave him with less than perfect grip, but hopefully effective enough to save his ass.
(15:27:52) Vadimir wasn't expecting retaliation, yet it did not surprise him. On the contrary, it caused bubbling laughter to burst from his maw, muffled as it was by the hunk of flesh situated between his fangs. When Zod's teeth descended onto his muzzle, the action made his neck muscles, sinew, skin, bunch all the tighter, allowing more substance for Vad to bite onto. Face scrunched up in pain, but he didn't care. He truly was beyond caring. He'd put up with babies, with spanish men, with racist dogs, with random people flitting out of NOWHERE demanding to be given purpose. Forelimbs ensconced around Zod's upper torso, securing him in place. But Vadimir wasn't looking to just get in a few good licks and then bow out. Nay, he was going to lift his head, forcing Zod to do likewise and put him at an even worse angle, and begin to thrash wildly from side to side in the same instant he aimed to hump the living daylights out of him. FOR NARNIA, FOR FREEDOM!!!!
(15:38:54) Zodiak growled wildly as fangs met vadis muzzle, feeling the increased pressure of his grip on his neck. Zod be damned if he let this happen again, or at least without a damn good fight. Last time he was half dead and unable to really fight back. Now it was time for vad to know his ass wasn't open for business. He'd love the day he could turn the tables on the bastard and give him a peice of his own...Jesus all these gay thoughts. Vadi's head lifted and thrashed, forcing zod to release his grip. He remained curled, snarling at the approaching train that was vad. HELL NAH! He'd writhe and twist beneath vads grasp until lower body was able to half roll over. Hind leg curled up beneath vad's thrusting bodice before paw would be sent kicking out at him to strike whatever was in range; inner thigh, stomach, rocket, tenders. The action would be repeated in quick succession until a strike to remove the beast from him was made, or until shit got real.
(15:55:34) Vadimir, despite the growls, grunts, and snarly rasps of breath taken in his endeavor to literally work every inch of his body toward teaching Zod a lesson. Was having himself a rip-snorting good time! His chuckles were now full-blown laughter. A little on the maniacal side, but not overly creepy. Zod's twist was barely registered. Vadimir was too busy trying to get shit in order! He'd only notice when hindpaw would strike first at his inner hip. Wha.. ? The next strike hit dead on his groin, and laugher dried up into a hoarse chuckle designed to mask a whine. Eyes would bulge and upper anatomy would fall suddenly, aiming to crash Zod right into the dirt. Lower region would continue to machine gun thrust, cause SWIGGITY SWOOTY. Head and neck would begin to thrash again, this time the intent to rub Zod's face all into the dirt as the Tsar fully planned to divide and conquer dat ass. EAT WORMS BITCH.
(16:11:28) Zodiak continued his batting practice, hitting a foul and then finally striking home. Cruel sneer would be given toward vad as obvious pain struck his face. There was a moments pause, Why? zod didn't expect to actually hurt vadi. ha...HAHA. Mini victory in ongoing battle. A battle which had the fluffy monstrosity crashing down on top of him. Cackling snarl released as he was being thrashed around in the dirt. Body continued to writhe and twist, paws pushing up stiffly at vad's chest and underbelly, few kicks given by hind legs to try and strike at him once again to get his message across NOMAN NOMAN NOMAN!!! Tail curled to guard delicate area, plastering itself across man parts with no intent to come undone.
(16:19:50) Vadimir delighted as a kid in a candy store. Zod was putting up a struggle. He wasn't just laying down and taking it. That... that made everything so much better, so much more fun. In fact... On one particularly rough kick, Vad would release his hold, jumping back a step. Still rocky-roadin', he'd gaze at Zod, his smile, now likely stained red, intensifying. "Are you upzet vith me, Zod? Do you zink zis punishment iz unjust?" He'd await his response, and if the answer was to his liking, then he would quickly settle into a battle stance. "Zen, I'll give you a fair chance. If you're truly a man now. Come at me, Soldat." And he'd give him no time to actually respond. Zod and Vad had been needing a good 1v1. And now the stakes were truly at their highest. WHO WOULD PLAY THE ROLE OF BITCH, HMM? Only time, and much ass-kicking, would tell. Vadimir rushed in, jaws still spread in that wondrous grin.
(16:34:55) Zodiak was furious, mind trying to cloud over with darkness and blind havock. No zod, none of that, focus. One good kick had vad's grip released and zod following his back step with a snap, curling hind end beneath himself to struggle a sitting posture. Lips remained peeled, jaws slightly parted as fog of darkness rolled upward over him. He was already in trouble so fuck mannars. He'd been itching for a chance to get back at vad for what he did to him before, only after time... it faded into the list of uninportant things that he could deal with later. Now was said later time. He'd rise, head lowered and hackles rather fluffed out, giving a good shake of his pelt to rid him of the scared whelp that was still lingering. Heavy growl of a voice seeped out "...Nida is mine..." Lips couldn't possibly peel back more. He'd regret those words later but raging hormones had taken over and he didn't give the slightest of fucks. Heavy sneeze/snort would be shot at the ground at vads words, body crouching slightly as muscles tensed. Vad came rushing and zod braced himself, moving to match him and have half his chest meet the opposite half of vad's, head swinging down to lock jaws around injured leg. FU VADI!!!
(16:45:51) Vadimir could only laugh. Nida was his, eh? And what did he plan to do to back that up? Words meant nothing anymore. Not so long as hormones and raging phalluses were on wild, beautifique display. "THEN PROVE IT!" He bellowed, seconds before impact. Chest-on-chest collision was an earth-shattering moment. Zod was no pup anymore. Guy was solid and could take a beating. More fun for Vadimir! The moment skin touched skin Vad's jaws aimed to lock on the back of Zod's neck, positioned low as it were, in the same instant body rising as he intended to slam his shoulder into his opponents open maw. Limbs then would aim to encircle his shoulders/base of his neck, back paws thrusting forward to now battle Zod right back into the dirt.
(17:01:21) Zodiak felt every bit of the impact vibrate through him from chest to tail. Vadi was a big boy and even though zodi wasn't a pup no more, it was a feeling he wasn't used to. Hind paws shifted to brace against impact as teeth were felt against his neck. Muzzle met shoulder with heavy impact and through the pain zod still did his best job at gnashing teeth against it to bite into some portion of the bony limb. He tried to rise against vad's weight as paws were wrapped around him, muscles unable to combat gravity in such a way. He stood stiff against him, growling deeply as limbs bore the weight of them both. head would twist toward vad and jaws moved to clamp on sizable chunk of exposed side/underbelly. If managed, he'd clamp down hard and tug in the opposite direction, unable to move much more than that or risk losing balance plummiting to the dirt.
(17:35:26) Vadimir was busy trying to jerk Zod back and forth, an attempt to unbalance and get him onto his knees. But alas, dat fella had been taught well. He resisted, and even went so far as to bite Vadi in his belly! About the only spot were some traces of fat could be found on his body, snowy popscicle squealed and curled in toward Zod just as he began to tug in the opposite direction. OW OW OW OW. It was like getting a purple nurple. Vad was on tippy toes now, relying on his grip on Zod to keep himself from tottering in the opposite direction. In the hopes of ending Zod's pinching ways, He'd push forward with hind legs while upper body twisted as Zod had, intent to plaster him onto the ground in an impromptu elbow drop. Vad would be on his side, jaws still clasped on Zod's scruff, while much of Zod's upper half would be beneath the Tsar's tum and ribcage. If it all worked out of course.
(17:46:13) Zodiak while struggling to support vadi, had managed to snag a nice chunk of belly fat. OOO YEEE vadi bacon! Jaws clamped tightly and more growls would filter between teeth and flesh. Taiil swished with excitement, stiff like pitbull on a mission. There was a shift in the mix though, vadi pushing even more weight into him and twisting all at once. FAT FATTY FAT FAT!!! zod couldn't do it, nope he was going down but teeth kept locked as long as they could, finally tearing from him as vads body as he came crashing down on top of him. Hind legs would push up, ass high and wavering in the air as he tried to tug himself free, using the same fluid motions as a dog pulling on a tug rope. Nose pushed to the side under vad, trying to find air. Jaws would struggle to bite at flesh using molars to pinch at the beast while hind end continued it's reverse thrusting. If able to free himself he'd lunge right back at vad to tackle him farther to the dirt.
(17:58:11) Vadimir hit the ground harder then he'd intended. Course, couldn't really control gravity, in a position such as theirs. Vadimir's hold on Zod's neck was awkward, but he'd use it as long as he could. Disentangling forepaws from around his neck, paws aimed to push off him in the same instant he released. Dat dere squirming and pinching, he'd had enough! Makin' him feel all self-conscious n' shit ;( Zod didn't wait for proper stances to be taken up once more, and Vadimir replied in kind, kicking off the ground and rocketing toward his dueler with jaws apart. There was barely any room between them, and this next joining of arms would likely result in even more intense wrestling.
Zodiak didn't have to struggle as hard as he thought to get free when vad released and moved off of him. Hinds lunged him forward at vad , front end dipping slightly as frame recoiled over hocks and propelled shoulder upwards toward vad's open jaws in hopes to hit his chin and knock that pretty mouth shut. If shouldder didn't collide, he'd still be in flight toward vadi, paws aiming to wrap around his neck like a bro hug--except this wasn't no bro hug, this was for realzies. Jaws were flying towards his cheek to snatch up the delicate tissue and make a masterpeice out of vadi's face. Ce' manufiq!
(18:19:18) Vadimir saw too late shoulder come to rise and slap him right in the chin. The loud clack as jaws snapped shut was about as pleasant a sound as the resulting groan of pain. Even as he recoiled from the force of impact forepaws rose in the same instant, those seconds taken to thrust them out to strike Zod in his neck or chest, before backpaws pushed off the ground and head lowered to act as a ram for those incoming jaws. TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME. Body continued it's rush forward in the effort that, if Zod did get his paws around him, to do likewise so they were indeed bro-hugging. Vad's jaws would take quick snaps at Zod's face, not really intending to get a grip, merely make him veer in the desired direction. TOWARD A TREE.
Zodiak felt the contact and heard the clack of jaws above him. hehehe take that mothafuka! Paws were felt against his neck and he was forced back for a moment , turning with jaws agape to go for vadi but instead meeting his thick skull. The force of impact had head twisting sideways and growling groan seeping from him as blood from impacted gums slowly coated his tongue. Growls were cut off quite suddenly by the fact that legs were being forced back as the vad train kept on chuggin. Front paws gripped and pushed at his neck in failed attempt to stop him, head would twist to avoid snaps and good eye caught glimpse of destination. Bared fangs, snapped at vad's face before hind limb would lose footing and zodi would tumble down into a roll, vad probably plowing over him and quite possibly into the tree himself.
(18:45:13) Vadimir hadn't had this good a brawl in a long time. Zod was a better fighter than he first realized. Truthfully, it was a no brainer. He'd been taught by the best there was, Drak and yours truly! But it was rewarding to see just how much he'd climbed. Vadimir was proud, damn proud. He'd almost admit defeat and let Zod wreck him. Hell, perhaps the ashen mellow was actually somewhat okay with the idea! Except. Vadwas a stubborn buttmunch and didn't like admitting anything. Least of all after talking all that good shit. He didn't want that bite of humble pie! As he drove Zod toward his planned destination, snaps given as they were gotten, and son the front of his snout was dripping blood from the exchange of blows. Zod's sudden trip up had Vad bugling in surprise, flopping over to land partially on Zod, and partially on the tree. Awkward positioning left no real room to move, unless they both let go of each other simultaneously. Vadimir growled, shook, and huffed, panting from their power struggle, as well as OW, MY BACK JUST GOT SLAMMED INTO A MOTHERFUCKIN' TREE. Back paws would kick out to try and right his lower half, but such a maneuver was unlikely so long as their upper halves remained joined. Vad would send a glare into Zod's one good eye, a stare that clearly said 'FUCK YOU I'M NOT GIVING IN'. But... travesty. They were in a bit of a stalemate now.
(19:02:30) Zodiak knew things were about to go downhill when foot fumbled and he went rolling, pulling vad down to tumble over him. Vad's body landing on him sent a woosh of air from his lungs in a strained heave. He couldn't beleive they had lasted this long fighting and zod wasn't on the verge of death. woo yay me! But seriously, it was proof that the tsars had really done well with him. He remembered when he could barely get a bite in before he was belly up being mauled half to death and now. This was just beautiful and zod respected vadi even more for it. BUUUT all respect aside the fight wasn't over yet and regardless of emotional ties, a winner had to be declared. There were no draws in this world. Vad's body had landed on one of his legs, the other curled back to his chest but in easy access to try and wrap around his neck once again. Zod struggled for a moment to gain footing, rising and half shaking in tandem with his approach to vad, eyes meeting for a moment before he moved to stand over flailing legs. If vad hadn't already moved that is. He'd force paw between vad and the tree, lips curling as weight was lowered onto him. Vads turn. Tail was high as jaws lunged to grasp at scruff around his shoulder/side depending on his exact angle. Regardless he was grabbing something as paw outward from the tree would scoop up under him and humping motions would activate.
(19:29:48) Vadimir awkward moment was just that. Squirming and tussling to try and get free, when Zod went and barrel rolled out from under him. Vad landed on his side, and when Zod came in or the kill Tsar would let out a bellow. NOOOOOO! HE WASN'T READYYY. Hmm... where had we heard that one from before?? Upper body curled into himself, jaws aiming to clasp Zod's face as he descended to get a firm hold on his scruff. Unlike Zod, Vad had no tail to protect his precious anus. Humps were met with high pitched snarls as back legs lashed out to keep his jolly rodger at bay, while jaws would, if they had landed their mark, aim to shake Zod back and forth while forepaws came to wrap around his neck. Gnngh... this was looking more and more suggestive by the minute. GAWD DAMNIT. Anal virginity, it was dangerously close to saying buh-bye~
(19:46:20) Zodiak. When firm hold was acheived, zod felt vads expected grip atop his muzzle. A price to pay for pleasure. But this was more than pleasure, it was revenge. There was a twinge of guilt but snarls at the fact that vadi didn't feel guilty when he did it chased such feelings right out the door. There were kicks at his underside and a foot pushing firmly against his man business. Heavy growl muffled through vadis scruff as jaws clamped tighter, body crouching so it was between flailing legs instead of above them. Ohmyyy. Humps continued however until said lowering had been far from their mark. Paws wrapped around zods neck as vad began to shake his head. He growled even louder and in adjusting against the shaking, found perfect position and continued home. Eye widened slightly surprised it actually happened and humping continued for some moment before obvious pause and more growling. Zod would remain where he was, holding vad in place for fear of damage to linked parts if he released him too soon. Blood ran down his muzzle, and chest heaved beneath vads grip, air wooshing in and out his nostrils as body tried to pant but unable to with a mouthfull of fur. Once it was safe zod would quickly let go and stumble from vadi, that is if he'd released his grip, heavy pants bursting out from holding it in all that time. He'd stagger a few steps to the side before twisting his head around to dare a glance to vad.
(20:00:51) Vadimir shivered involuntarily when peepee struck gold. Truly, it wasn't as bad as he'd first imagined. At least, in the first few seconds. But Zod was jumped up and high off his ass from hormones, so you could bet you're sweet bessy he wasn't playing it gentle. Vadimir, surprisingly, would become extremely quiet through the rest of the ordeal. He'd take it like a man, yes he would. Stoic silence was occasionally pierced with the odd whine, and a tightening of jaws and forelimbs. Tsundre much there, Vad? When Zod rocketed off into cloud nine, Vad would hold him a while longer. If for no other reason than... god. He couldn't bare the look. Just... gawd all masculinty POOF. Now he'd have to spend his evening humping a tree or something to make himself feel better. Or Nida... Nida was an option too. Zod shifting away was met with an aggressive jerk of the head, before Vadimir finally let him go. Vadimir rose gingerly from the ground, staring at Zod as he chose to look back at him. His wordless expression was simply a disgruntled, 'what?'. Vad didn't bother trying to stand yet. "Zo, you vin. Feelink better?" Yeah, dat's right. I'M GOING TO ASK YOU, A DEEPLY ROOTED QUESTION. After you rocked my world. Hurr.
(20:07:48) Drakov: After long deep as sleep because of you know what the night before, Drak would finally awake to a mess of raucous outside. Apon exiting the den he'd catch the ass end, literally, of an ordeal he had not expected. Tha... Fuck... was.... this......... Paw steps came to an immediate hault, practically twitching an eye as he stared awkwardly at the scene before him. Not so much because of the content behind it. PFFT. No clearly Drak hadn't a single shit to give about fucking in public. BUT IT WAS VAD!!! VAD AND ZOD EVEN. Had his crazed situation with Cin the night before warped him into a realm of pure crazy nonsense!? Had to... "Uhem... Privet.." Voice chimmed out, as he cleared his throat to interupt the duo's... loveyness...
Zodiak Couldn't beleive it. He was in an almost state of shock as he shifted to remove himself, only to be brought back to reality by vads jerking fangs. Low groan was made as he shifted away, eyes setting on drak the perv watching not far back. Ear flicked. How long had he been there... uh...hey man. Gaze shifted to vad and was greeted with question. Wow vad really. He'd sigh and give a slight nod before shifting weight and approaching the tsar. Just because of what happened didn't mean zod didn't respect him. head would lower, ear would fold back and tail hugged hocks. he crept to him and offered to brush against him before laying beside the tsar to lick at his face and leg wound. HEY HE DID THE SAME THING. so zod only felt this was the right thing to do.
(20:35:12) Vadimir was now all pouty as hell. But he'd keep himself in check. He slipped up, and Zod won fair and square. What was he, a sore loser? Fuck no. His pride was just injured, though it paled in comparison to his poor little pooper dooper. Vad was so intent on Zod's reaction to his question he didn't even take notice of Drak until he spoke. Head whipped up and body became rigid as ice. Oh hell no. Just. WHY?! Vadimir stared like a highschool girl caught doin' the nasty with the boy daddy detested. FUCK. "Brat." He'd say primly, ears even on either side of his head. Drak's opinion was the only one he cared for, and of COURSE he would arrive just in time to witness it. Vad would have face-palmed, but he felt he owed it to himself to maintain a sense of aloofness. So what, he'd gotten screwed. Big deal! When Zod came in head bowed and lickin' away at him, Vadim exhaled, closing his eyes briefly. to hell with it. What good was there getting all bent out of shape? Now that their high was done and over with, it all just felt stupid. Was he going to change his mind? NOPE. But... maybe. Juuuuust maybe. He'd let his hair down a little. "Gud. Zen behave yourzelf from now on. All of you." He'd grumble, before choosing to groom the newly placed wounds on Zod's face. Second glance would be motioned toward Drak, and this time he'd notice... oh. Looks like everyone was getting busy. "Have fun?" Redundant question, but WHY NOT.
(20:44:13) Drakov: Position remained still and unwavering for a time. Blank expession plagueing his features as he stared and obsorbed responses. Though odd, and.. humorous.. And just...A lot to take in.. He wasn't originally going to react much beyond a quirk comment maybe. But no. Despite how short, older brother had picked up on Vad's insecurities over the ordeal. And that alone forced Drak to bust out laughing right then and there. BAHAHA. Head cranned to the side, his freakish ridicuous cackle tryinig to be maintained by alas it was futile. "Oh god.. YOU GOT VUCKED VAD!?" Though question seemed... obvious... It wasn't exactly how he meant it. It wasn't a question specifically about the act it'self, but more so... Him losing! and getting it dished back at him!? OH GOD. It was to fucking great. Usually seeing brother like that would just PISS Drak off, his over protective side kicking in to beat a mother fucking. But no. Not this time. Not now. PFFT. Pale bastard would finally motion forward, veering up to the qt little grooming duo. AWWW. "Mm.. Da. I had much fine. I didn't sink you vere a bottom Vaddddd." Nose would poke out to prod brother like the annoying sibling his way, stabbing him in the face with his sniffer. "Vhat happend, tell me tell me." POKE POKE POKE POKE. All the while nub tail was flicking amusingly behind him as narrow browed gaze stared judgingly. Or.. not really.. More.. tauntingly. Yea that's a better word.
(21:05:17) Vadimir watched Drak as he looked to be trying to decipher how he felt about it all. Vad was already dreading the outcome, a tiny shred of optimism present as he dared to hope it wouldn't be that bad. But nope. It was worse. Way worse. Shoulders bunched and head shrunk down, and it took every ounce of strength and self respect he had not to cringe and look away. "Da... I did." Yep, he'd gotten fucked. By someone he'd screwed before. The cycle of life was complete. Drakov approaching to poke and jab and rub ALL dat dern salt into the open wound, had Vadimir's lips twitching. But he answered smoothly, even daring to smirk. "Oh, vell becauze. Zod decided to fuck Nida, and now she could be pregnant." Face would sober, and he'd carefully rise to a stand. Owwie. "Zo ve fought. Either I fucked him, or he fucked me." He'd gesture at his sore bottom, like 'GUESS WHO GOT THE WILLY'. "I'm going to go find Nida, now." Still had to deal with her. Would she end up porkin' him too? IT WAS ALL TOO LIKELY. Considering, technically. She had once, when she and Cinn had double-teamed him. Ahhh, good times, good times. If no one stopped him, he'd be walking most wobbly away from the courtyard, cowboy-ing it to ease the discomfort. But of course... doing nothing for his image. Ah well. Class clown he was today.
(21:19:53) Drakov: Tongue poked out between front teeth in a most dramatic fashion as he poked and prodded. Oh nice try, Vad. You weren't getting SHIT over big brothers eyes. Stahp trying to play it cool and coming up with dramatic excuses. PSH Rump flopped down to sit, eyes closing and a paw lifting to flick out. "So vhat? Ve're talking about--..." Wait....... Eyes snapped open yet again, blinking gaze shifting to Zod. Wait what? He'd fucked Nida?!?! Initially that meant nothing. Everyone was fucking everyone. But Nida?! HE WASN'T EVEN ALLOWED TO FUCK NIDA IN FEAR OF CHILDREN. OH HELL NAW. Rather than spit out words or sounds, he'd lunge forward in one quick unseen assaault. YOU FUCKER. Teeth split and aimed to clasp onto the males face wherever possible, forward mommentum never faultering. Body and muscle forcing behind wherever his bite had landed to push Zod backwards. JESUS WHAT DID I TELL YOU. I SAID LEAVE IT. MOTHER FUCKING FUCK FUCK SON OF A BITCH ASS... Ok Drak shhh. Cursing him out in your head does nothing for no one. Vad's pathetic limp away wasn't even noticed anymore considered he'd just found himself POURED into Zod. Especially after damn near boiling over the night before because HE couldnt' do exactly what it seemed ZOD had. NO.
(21:39:11) Vadimir glanced back as everything hit Drak in one full swoop. Despite himself, he couldn't help but chuckle. Fweh, all this shit and he was gettin' peeved now. How simple it would have been, had he reacted like this. To simply have kept going, rather than giving Zod a chance to stand up for himself. Looking at it now, did he regret his decision? No, there was no point in lamenting over what had been. So what was the agenda now? Why, go and finish dishing out justice. While Drak... turned into a frothing anti gay hate bear. Seemed legit! "Call if you need anyzink." He'd toss over his shoulder, turning back to continue on his journey into the netherlands. FORWARD. MARCH!!!!
(22:05:46) Zodiak was ridiculously tired, it was like all that built up testosterone had been transferred into vad's buttox. Heavy panting slowed greatly and after a moment's grooming vad, zod was suprised to find vad grooming the wounds left on his muzzle. Tail would half thump before gaze would momentarily shift to drak, tired eye hazed over. He'd groan and shake his head, lowering it between paws as eye closed to rest. JUST RESTIN MY EYES. Ear tufts flicked as they took in the conversation between the brothers, only half listening until vad gave zodi away. Head would jerk upwards and glare would be sent his way. Wtf bro? he continued to look at vad, feeling a rather strange vibe coming from the wolf to the other side. Vad's words had him tense and hackles raised, lip curling slightly. Nida was HIS they JUST got through with that. Low growl built in his chest but before it could grace the air Teeth were clamping over his newly wounded muzzle. Body recoiled and curled up, hind legs pushing at drak's side as muffled growl/whine rocked inside his jaws. The only difference now was he couldn't fight back, all testosterone had left him like 10 min ago. He was DONE, too tired and too numbed with pleasure; basically too lazy to fight back right now. Paws would continue to push at drak, however, his muzzle on fire as fangs created new wounds in his already new wounds.
(22:14:03) Drakov: Teeth dug in, clasping around bone in attempts to hold solid. His forward movement aiming to roll him to his side as bite twisted into his form even more so. Compared to yesterday, his attack was to simply detere him from food, it was soley to issue pain. Not IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU pain but. Something that madea clear statement. Despite all the pushing and flailing, bites chest only pushed more into him, grip tightening for a momment before finally he'd release. Head craned back to offer mild distance but he remained all to up close and personal. "Zere are no litters without permissions here, Zod.... You know what ze fate of mine own children was... If I even let zem live, I hope you're prepared to do ze same." CUZE BITCH NO BUT UH UH. He didn't really care at all about Nida as a being. Her heat was alluring, and apparently Drak had a sex obcession for a woman in heat BUT. No that wasn't the point here. The point was he'd gotten something the Tsar couldn't even have?! Best be ready for everything that goes along with it. The Tsar's rage included. Lips curled to bare tightly closed teeth, nose poking into his personal space. A snort was given, before the pale bastard shifted backwards to amble himself a few feet away in attempt to tend to his new wounds courtesy of Cin. If he could fucking reach them.. Tongue flicked acrossed paw, so that paw could rub his own cheek and ear.
(22:32:12) Zodiak. More whines muffled through closed jaws as teeth sunk in deeper. Ugh damnit! Body in it's curled state would flop over on it's side as drak pushed, tail thumping wildly against the ground before going limp. He expected this... he expected it from vad and things would have gone differently if this was vads initial approach. But no. He had to try and get busy with zod and ... just no. When drak finally released him, jaws would flex lightly, "I didn't know..." came his quiet protest as he rose to his elbows, forcing himself into a seated position while listening to drak. Zod could deal with raising the pups as drak saw fit... but drak killing them? He sighed, it was a horrible act in itself but to his own? his first?? psh why did he even care? He was still young himself did he really need kids now? More sighing. Drak seemed to be having difficulty, well, would rather prefer assistance. "I'll do my best..." he stated, rising slowly and making his way to the tsar. He'd approach his side, lips twitching slighly, before nose found fresh wounds and tongue proceded to clense them.
(22:53:47) Drakov: Bah.. Go figure.. He'd finally got a sweet sweet release with Cin, and it turned to moosh and tension. Why with the feelz guiz?! He didn't know how to handle dis shit. SIGH. Now this.. Shit.. He just couldn't mellow out could he? Grump grump grump. Hard stare was given at every possible opportunity, even when he'd shuffled away and Zod apologized. Pfft. True he'd never outwardly said so... Perhapes that was his own fault.. But he didn't think he'd need to! Drak you assume people just understand you way to much. -Smacks-. "Only ze Tsar's und Vtoroy may have pups vitout asking." There. Clarification for all the world! Not really Drak its only Zod here. Duh. Just saying something out loud doesnt mean everyone just KNOWS. "Ozzers vise ve end up with a million little fuckers that need tending to.. Children are veak... und a waste of effort.. Ze fact zat Yusef und Dermo turned out vell amazes me. Even zen, 2 of 6!? Bah. Vhat ze fuck iz ze point if only two live?!" No fuck dat. Fuck kids. Fuck little leaching bastards that tried to fight agaisnt you and break rules and take food they didn't deserve. Just NO. SNORT. Lip curled as Zod approached to tend to his wounds, but it was far less directed at his assisting presence, and far more towards his own current state of being. Hohum. Then an overwhelming erge struck him, now that mind was wallowing over the idea of Zod and Nida and children... He didn't know why, but he felt as though doing it would allow for a wave of relief. So.. He did. "Cin told me she loves me."
(23:20:53) Zodiak nodded to drak's initial answer. Well that wasn't exactly what he meant BUT something else he didn't know. Yay learning.. Zod had no idea that giving in to nida would result in pups. I mean.. yeah drak and vad had pups but zod hadn't been around when they banged cin so he never put 2 and 2 together. Oii. "Well... if nida does have them, I'll make sure they stay in line" as in, I take responsibility GOOD DADDY STATUS. well not really he hadn't the first idea other than starving kids to make them work harder. Shrug, well whatever works. He'd moved to groom drak, tongue grazed delicately over wounds before drak's statement cut him off mid lick leaving tongue stuck to his face as gaze shifted toward him. Zod always assumed drak and cin were a thing by the way they acted buuut apparently not. He'd retract to gaze at drak, studying his expression, "Tha...t's... Good...right?" he asked cautiously, still guaging the tsar.
(23:36:33) Drakov: Drak knew about as much as Zod did, which was kind of pathetic considering the bastard a month away from 5 years old. PFFT Failure Drak. But just the same he thought little into it all because he simply lacked the knowledge or... even the care to be frank! All he thought about was ANNOYING LITTLE SHITS. And that Zod had defied a rule, known or not! Rage rage fit fit. Chillax there Drak. "Good." Tone was stirn and aggressive despite such a short ... phrase... demand? Hell he didn't even know. He just felt like he had to say something in response. Then back to the topic of Cin. HOHUM. They were kind of... a thing... even if not a thing... legitimately.. They were way more a thing than he'd ever imagined to be possible with ANYONE. "Iz it... good? I don't know. I've never loved somevon except Vadimir." Light groan would fall from parting jaws, head tilting back in a dramatic fashion. Bah.. Whatever.. Why was he telling Zod this anyways!? Did it make a difference? He certainly didn't feel any different, he just felt... Less like the only one... Sort of.. Like sharing the incident would make him feel less singled out. It didn't work a whole hell of a lot but it was something he supposed? Ohwell. Shoulders rolled, and paws thrusted him to stand. Part way at first, so that body could stretch it'self out before offering a light shake. "I'm going to go swim." Take his mind off shit. Nothing did so more than excercise! And sex.. but we're not gonna get into that. Didn't end as well as he'd hoped by the end of things, the last time.
(23:58:05) Zodiak. Oh boy, love... zodi knew as much about love as...well...he did. He wasn't really sure how to describe it or if what he felt for nida was love but thats how he imagined such a thing would be. He'd stop grooming, stepping back at drak's 'good'. His brow furrowed, either it was or it wasn't. then it was turned into a question. He smiled "I would think so..." words trailed off, mixed in with draks completed sentace. -sigh- "...Have you tried?" he'd shift to nudge his side against drak before giving space, "I...Love nida..." head would twist so gaze could meet draks in all seriousness. "You've seen what i've done for her... What i'd continue to go through... for her...." gaze shifted away "...becausse i love her..." he' d look back at drak "I've seen you with cin... she's yours...as nida is mine...and you'd defend her over others... just like vad..." He'd smile and half chuckle "you love her... even if you dont care to admit it" He'd yawn and stretch shifting posture to the side as drak rose to shake. Zod would nod to him before turning back towards the den to go recharge.
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