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MAY 29
May 4, 2015 5:49:46 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 5:49:46 GMT
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MAY 29
May 29, 2015 14:57:34 GMT
Post by Monro on May 29, 2015 14:57:34 GMT
Monro awoke in a lustfilled gaze body ached and head throbbed, ruby orbs slit open as head dragged itself upwards as a heavy groan escaped lips; why did her face ache so much? Rolling to her side limbs met ground before pushing the cream fem up and out of her stupor, woman moved with aching limbs pushing herself towards the nearest waterbed and soon found the reason behind her aches and pains: Most scars that were once scabbed were reopened during her little session with Vadimir and Zodiak. Lip curled upwards as head gave a slow turn as if looking herself over analyzing each raw opening, grunting as is pleased with them woman simply dipped herself into the water loosening up tense muscles.
Salama's form made itself through the open grounds with a unamused look on his face. The last nights fight with the hog had provided him rather fine amount of meat but he had had to bail it in the end. With his family share taken care of he was busy carrying the last bit of it to some form of safe place. A chunk which weighted his head down already. He wasn't pleased with the weight to his neck but the dull taste of blood on his mouth was already dumbing down the taste of it. He didn't have any appetite at that point. While wandering forth, he crossed a small pond. He glanced at the pond and spotted a canine by it. The look of the other made him halt his travel for the moment. His jaws clenched on the meat on his jaws firmly. The stench of the hog was clearly blinding his sense of smell.
Monro's nose twitched as both the smell of death and an unfamilar wolf came wafting underwind, head craned upwards turning toward the scent as orbs rolled seeking distant form. Smirking lightly as it seemed she was spotted by him as well, fem granted the new comer a solemn look as body forced itself from the water heaving towards the brute. Cardnial gaze analyzed him carefully noting the hunk of meat in his jaws, woman felt bodiance sway slowly as she neared him lifting brows questionably "Is that for me" cooing lightly. Head craned from side to side checking for other vistors that might be lurking, thankfully there were none: borring. Stopping short of him she allowed daggers to pull out as lip curled upwards giving a shake of her head "Better yet, do you plan to give it to Vechnyy: who's lands you dare tred on?"
Salama stood his grounds while he stared at the wolfess before him with his ears giving a small twitch. A soft cooing sound made him tilt his head cant a bit to the side. This canine wanted something from him? The tanky wolf grunted lightly as he clenched his jaws on the flesh on his maw while he regarded her. Poor bitch had been bitten for sure by the amount of damage her face has taken. He would open his jaws the moment the other one turned unpleasant to drop the chunk he had been carrying to free his jaws. He regarded her silently "Turpa kiinni." He would say simply to her in return while he eyed at her silently. He was curious of her for sure, but the vicious reaction seemed unnecessary to him.
Monro quirked a brow at him grunting lightly sliding a glance towards the meat with mild amusement, well that was easier than expected: perhaps to easy. Oh well. Doll saw how he looked at her scars, she could sense his pity for her: not that she wanted it, no woman would play this out. Casting head to the side faking a pout pulling harks back against skull, though when odd words were heard lass slid him a glance with brows furrowed "Hm, what does-" something in her mind told her not to bother. Fem had already mentally claimed his prize with a paw sliding towards bodiance, hopefully without notice a sour growl slipped from her as words fell out "Leave and do not return, lest you can speak so that you may bow properly to Vechnyy." Snapping outwards at him with a snarl "Now go!"
Salama was not very much amused with the other one showing off a pout to him. The very least that he had seen the other one carry some damage. Whether from punishment or from fighting. Either way the male would flick his own harks backward in small annoyance as the other one went to reach for his meat. That was no go. He wouldn't let some random wolf claim his own piece he was carrying off to safety. That was a no go. He growled lightly with his ears lowered and his own lips rising upwards as she had snapped at him. "Nyt pidät kuonon ummessa, perkeleen paska." He would state to her with his eyes squinted at her. His own paw would slam down on top of the meat as he quickly picked it up to his jaws. It seemed he had wandered into some random territory. He'd snort as he'd prepared to leave to other direction to leave where ever he had entered to.
Monro growls as the brute noticed her attempt to steal his food, snarling as he pulled it away from her fem had half a mind to attack him and take it by force. Her body was far to sore for such endeavors so body stood like a statue as heavy growls escaped her frame, once he was out of sight and to far downwind to smell she promised herself that he would get his.
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MAY 29
May 29, 2015 14:59:09 GMT
Post by Monro on May 29, 2015 14:59:09 GMT
Monro awoke in a lustfilled gaze body ached and head throbbed, ruby orbs slit open as head dragged itself upwards as a heavy groan escaped lips; why did her face ache so much? Rolling to her side limbs met ground before pushing the cream fem up and out of her stupor, woman moved with aching limbs pushing herself towards the nearest waterbed and soon found the reason behind her aches and pains: Most scars that were once scabbed were reopened during her little session with Vadimir and Zodiak. Lip curled upwards as head gave a slow turn as if looking herself over analyzing each raw opening, grunting as is pleased with them woman simply dipped herself into the water loosening up tense muscles.
Salama's form made itself through the open grounds with a unamused look on his face. The last nights fight with the hog had provided him rather fine amount of meat but he had had to bail it in the end. With his family share taken care of he was busy carrying the last bit of it to some form of safe place. A chunk which weighted his head down already. He wasn't pleased with the weight to his neck but the dull taste of blood on his mouth was already dumbing down the taste of it. He didn't have any appetite at that point. While wandering forth, he crossed a small pond. He glanced at the pond and spotted a canine by it. The look of the other made him halt his travel for the moment. His jaws clenched on the meat on his jaws firmly. The stench of the hog was clearly blinding his sense of smell.
Monro's nose twitched as both the smell of death and an unfamilar wolf came wafting underwind, head craned upwards turning toward the scent as orbs rolled seeking distant form. Smirking lightly as it seemed she was spotted by him as well, fem granted the new comer a solemn look as body forced itself from the water heaving towards the brute. Cardnial gaze analyzed him carefully noting the hunk of meat in his jaws, woman felt bodiance sway slowly as she neared him lifting brows questionably "Is that for me" cooing lightly. Head craned from side to side checking for other vistors that might be lurking, thankfully there were none: borring. Stopping short of him she allowed daggers to pull out as lip curled upwards giving a shake of her head "Better yet, do you plan to give it to Vechnyy: who's lands you dare tred on?"
Salama stood his grounds while he stared at the wolfess before him with his ears giving a small twitch. A soft cooing sound made him tilt his head cant a bit to the side. This canine wanted something from him? The tanky wolf grunted lightly as he clenched his jaws on the flesh on his maw while he regarded her. Poor bitch had been bitten for sure by the amount of damage her face has taken. He would open his jaws the moment the other one turned unpleasant to drop the chunk he had been carrying to free his jaws. He regarded her silently "Turpa kiinni." He would say simply to her in return while he eyed at her silently. He was curious of her for sure, but the vicious reaction seemed unnecessary to him.
Monro quirked a brow at him grunting lightly sliding a glance towards the meat with mild amusement, well that was easier than expected: perhaps to easy. Oh well. Doll saw how he looked at her scars, she could sense his pity for her: not that she wanted it, no woman would play this out. Casting head to the side faking a pout pulling harks back against skull, though when odd words were heard lass slid him a glance with brows furrowed "Hm, what does-" something in her mind told her not to bother. Fem had already mentally claimed his prize with a paw sliding towards bodiance, hopefully without notice a sour growl slipped from her as words fell out "Leave and do not return, lest you can speak so that you may bow properly to Vechnyy." Snapping outwards at him with a snarl "Now go!"
Salama was not very much amused with the other one showing off a pout to him. The very least that he had seen the other one carry some damage. Whether from punishment or from fighting. Either way the male would flick his own harks backward in small annoyance as the other one went to reach for his meat. That was no go. He wouldn't let some random wolf claim his own piece he was carrying off to safety. That was a no go. He growled lightly with his ears lowered and his own lips rising upwards as she had snapped at him. "Nyt pidät kuonon ummessa, perkeleen paska." He would state to her with his eyes squinted at her. His own paw would slam down on top of the meat as he quickly picked it up to his jaws. It seemed he had wandered into some random territory. He'd snort as he'd prepared to leave to other direction to leave where ever he had entered to.
Monro growls as the brute noticed her attempt to steal his food, snarling as he pulled it away from her fem had half a mind to attack him and take it by force. Her body was far to sore for such endeavors so body stood like a statue as heavy growls escaped her frame, once he was out of sight and to far downwind to smell she promised herself that he would get his.
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MAY 29
Jun 1, 2015 20:01:39 GMT
Post by mote on Jun 1, 2015 20:01:39 GMT
(11:57:01) Cinnema. Life was so confusing right now what with all the stress going around. There were quickly increasing numbers, now a bear on the loose somewhere, and this awful disease of feels that was plaguing everyone and turning Vechnyy into a mess. Eugh, it would be so much easier if everyone could just calm down and just accept the fact that they cared about the pack and each other and EVERYTHING WOULD BE OKAY. Meh, maybe there'd be some bonding or something if they ever decided to rip the hell out of that bear creeping wherever, or during the tournament. Which, she still didn't know about. She was a little out of the loop.. Presently Cin wandered from the den after taking a nap, light steps taking her to the side of the den to stand and pick scents from the wind. Hmm. Perhaps, it'd be a nice time to get some food. She couldn't think of the last time they'd had a semi-decent meal around here off the top of her head... So many mouths to feed around here. Ew.
(12:16:37) Mote. Foolish thing had fallen asleep on one of her adventures to the south, she had no idea there was a bear in the area. Honestly, Mote was most likely more out of the loop than anyone. Living her life so carelessly could get her killed. Awakening to the sound of a crow cherp she'd bat the sleep from her dark eyes and rise. Looking up to the sky she'd yawn and begin her trek towards home. She'd been out all night and had yet to find any food. Damn creatures...always living...were were the rotting corpses!!! UGH! Approaching the den she'd see Mommah and in and instant the little nub of a tail she had left would flail about wildly "Mommah!" she'd chirp and sprint for the woman before throwing herself to the ground and winding up on her back, body flailing as she pawed up at the woman. "Mote missed mommah!!" Body would squirm and flail. Having gone out on adventures almost every day she'd not seen the lady in some time, and she was far too excited. Poor Cinn.
(12:28:31) Cinnema was content to be alone with her for once calm thoughts, contemplating the condition of the pack. Quite honestly, she needed to make an actual effort to get to know some of these newbies because otherwise she had only come to recognize faces and ripped tails/faces. And, how was she to tell if they were of any use if she never talked to them? Bah. More likely the problem was that she was ever willing to protect the people she cared about in the pack, and the pack as a whole, but she didn't hardly know most of them... It'd give her something to deal with rather than being bothered by Drakov's attitude. Hehe. Red ears swiveled followed by head to see a distraction racing along toward her and throwing herself at Cin's feet. The woman scowled, looking over the smelly girl. "Since when am I your mother? I didn't birth you." She snorted, turning a paw upon the child and aiming to knock her aside with a swipe. Only half an attempt and not much attention was given beside confused contempt (c)
(12:30:55) Cinnema- at the child.. Why had she brought her home again? Oh yeah, because of Bable. Who was missing as far as she knew, not that she cared. More space without the girl. Cin would sniff at Mote before her muzzle wrinkled again, almost regretting it. "Who have you been around, so far, Mote? Who took your tail?" That much was obvious as well as the scars upon the girl's face that she had met SOMEONE. The queen just wasn't entirely sure who, was all. (e)
(12:46:44) Mote squirmed and wiggled, and when she was pushed Mote would have rolled and let her stomach rest againse the earth. What was Mommah talking about? OF course she birthed Mote. Duh. No matter, she'd come to remember the glorious day that she'd given the gift of mote to the world. Nub wiggled and wobbled about behind her as she listened to Cinn. Who had she been around? That was quite simple! "Best friend!...Mote gave tail. Was gift!" she'd say ever so happily. Girl was estatic about giving up the precious apendage! Specially since it was givin to her best buddy! Who...she did not...know the name of. "Mote also knows Tsar, and Vechnyy!!" She'd tag on proudly. Oh yes. The two brothers, who's names she id not know as well. What a joyous occasion. She knew nobodies names!!!
(13:04:03) Cinnema stared at the child with a flat look and little surprise that a mutt lost out in the wilderness without any indications thus far that anyone had ever taught her anything. Other than Bable, not that it had helped in any way.. Cin couldn't help the sigh that slipped from her jaws. Mote was a hopeless feral child with nothing proper about her whatsoever. In a way it was reminding the queen of her own abandonment and having to raise herself. SO what better way to fix the problem than teach this thing? As..Difficult as that probably would be. "Since you seem to be so hopeless.. Tsar is what you call the alphas, the kings of the pack. You've probably already met them. The one with the ears is named Vadimir and the one without is Drakov. Alright?" MAYBE SHE'D LEARN SOMETHING. Head would tilt, almost thinking. "If you could tell me more about this, 'best friend,' I could possibly tell you who they were." Education, begin.
(13:12:00) Mote's dark eyes would blink as she began tilting her head. "Tsar isn't name?" Oh...So then what was the 'studs' name? Mote would think carefully as Cinn explained. "Vadimir...." she'd echo and that tail would get going once more. "OH! Alright Mommah!" she'd say keeping their names filed in that little brain of hers. As for her best friend. She'd have to describe him! Who knew the boy better than Mote? Everyone. "Best friend...is smaller than Mote...He has tail and ears!!" she'd say before snorting and then pouting "Best friend Owes mote gift too." she'd umble nder her breath. Reminded that the only way they could actually be friends forever was if she could show him similar affections. Right? No matter. At least mommah was taking time to teach her, mote never had a 'mentor' in her entire life. Woo Hoo.
(13:22:52) Cinnema shook her head and would for once be patient when correcting the poor child's misinformation. Someone needed to teach her about life and who better than the queen herself? As horrible an idea as it may seem to be taking a child under her wing to train. Not raise, no no, she didn't do that with her own kids even. But they were much more capable than this one was, so she needed to be taught! Otherwise she wouldn't last long in the pack, but then again if she messed up that'd be her problem. Cin frowned deeply again when she was referred to as mommah. "My name is Cin, not mommah. If anything I am your queen and mentor." Ears twitched to hear the description of Mote's friend. Really, it was an awful description but it was all she needed. "His name is Dermo. He's my son, and you'd do good to learn from him." A pause would be there for effect, then she'd nod. "The pack is called Vechnyy, and you'll need to learn quite a bit to stay here."
(13:38:23) Mote's ears would flick and she'd nod slowly. "Cin.." what a pretty name!!! If mommah didn't want to be called mommah then that was okay. She'd just call her it in secret. Yes yes. Pushing herself up into a sitting position Mote would let her tongue droop and pant softly. Dermo..So that was her beloved best friends name! How delightful! "Mote will learn! Mote will learn everything to stay with mo--Cin and Dermo!" Little nub continuing it's flailing, shed hop up onto all fours. "Cin teach Mote too. Mote give anything for Cin!!" he excitment was growing unbearable, she needed to do something to calm down.
(13:52:39) Cinnema quite honestly found Mote's enthusiasm amusing in a sad sort of way. How the child had decided to connect herself so quickly with the pack, she had no idea, but okay cool. Her dedication was and enthusiasm were great as long as she'd put it to good use! Cin was at least not frowning or glaring at this point, but nor would she dare allow herself to smile. This was a task she was putting upon herself, and Mote was her student. As the boys had been raised she would not give her a lot of praise. It was only fair, and, quite frankly the only way she knew how to teach kids considering the Russians' influence on her was pretty great. "Yes, I'll teach you. If, you can do something for me." She'd already figured that the child would be willing to do whatever she asked! So why not? "I want you to spar with Dermo, and then you are to hunt and bring something home for the pack. It doesn't have to be too big, but no smaller than a rabbit. And if you need help, ask Dermo, but bring back twice (c)
(13:54:23) Cinnema- as much. Got it?" She figured it would be okay! If she couldn't do that much, she'd just have to have way harder training than what she was trying to put together in her mind at the moment. Calm eyes were expectant as proud queen looked down upon the child, wondering how she'd react. How she'd take to the tasks given to her now. (e)
(14:05:42) Mote. This was perhaps the longest conversation Mote had with ayone in the pack, so far she'd ol been acnowledged somewhat. Even though Mote manipulated events to make them seem more important, in reality Mote was just a lonely puppy with no real friends. Perhaps Bable was actually a friend, though she had not been found in quite some time and she was already forgotten. When Cinnema made her request Mote was all ears. Oh anything for mommah! Just one problem. "Cin, what is....a spar?" she'd ask curiously, head tilting ever so slightly. Having never heard the term before she was extremely curious, mostly due to hearing it paired with Dermo's name. "Mote will Spar Dermo, and hunt with Dermo. Mote loves playing with Dermo!" If it meant more work, so be it! Poor thing had no idea how hard hunting would be for her.
(14:15:43) Cinnema was yet unsure about teaching anyone, having never done it, but it seemed pretty straightforward considering the simple statements and answers she was giving the child. Maybe it would be easy, maybe not? She'd find out, and certainly she was not above using her other children to help mold this one into something worth the space that she occupied. Eyes would widen at the question, surprised that she wouldn't know. But quickly covering that up because, duh, stray wild child.. "A spar is when you fight with someone to find out where you need improvement. It is to help you and get better, but while you must try you shouldn't try to really hurt each other." Satisfied nod. She would see how Mote worked and improved, over time.
(14:30:25) Mote. This learning thing was pretty easy so far, though she was a bit confused. "Fighting without hurting eachother?" Mote would say with a rather concerned look on her face. How did that work? It was baffling! No matter, she'd figure it out. Mote would soon lose the look and begin her wiggling once more. "Has Cin seen Dermo? Mote wants to do the sparring!!" yes yes! It would be fun! Even though she could not harm him and show that true affection that she wished, at least this could bring them closer! Now where was that best friend of hers!? Not only did she need to spar, she needed to hunt. The sooner the better would be nice.
(14:37:23) Cinnema gave a simple shrug, followed by another nod. "Some, yes, but not enough to maim or seriously injure." Meaning, no tail pulling-off, okay? Not that, she was exactly sure that would be adhered to, but. She could try to not get them beaing each other up, especially if she was going to teach the little shit. "No, not in a little while." LIES she never messed with her kids. "Why don't you go look for him? He's probably around here somewhere." Should the girl do as she bid and be of to find her son, Cin would go to make her own leave and look for something to hunt and bring back home. |
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