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Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 1:09:51 GMT
(10:45:51) Vadimir had awoken early that morning to scrounge up some food for their little.... 'family' as it were. It had been a long time since he'd actually hunted something, but after a few misses and gaining a few scratches and bruises, Vadimir was able to land a old doe who had survived by sticking to the thick section of the herd. But after getting weeded out it was a simple matter of ripping open her vagina and stomach so that she bled out quickly. In her final moments he'd release some of his left-over sexual hunger from the night before, her death convulsions a heady stimulant to his arousal. Once he got that out of the way he gorged himself until his stomach bulged unpleasantly, and was forced to waddle back to where he'd left the three of them like a tard. Once back he'd waste little time in emptying his stomach content, giving his pelt a firm shake before taking a seat. Breakfast is served shitheads.
(10:54:01) Drakov: Lanky figure lay not so eligantly, sprawled out and easily compared to nothing more than roadkill. A mangled carcass. He'd zoned by the time he hit floor the night prior, so any events following were a mystery to him. But now? Now he was wanting food yet again.. Stomuch was empty once more after having thrown it all up, and boy was it pissed off at that fact! Get the fuck up you lazy prick and FEED ME. To tired.. To drained.. As annoying as that concept was for someone of his historical background, he couldn't do much about it. Though honestly that only made it more annoying. Oi. It wasn't until Vadimir returned that he finally rose from the dead. Figuratively speaking. There was no actual rising just yet. Single eye winced opened, lip curling in grumbled fashion at himself but no sound came out.[c]
(11:00:21) Drakov: After a momment of watching his brother make his way back up the hill, Drak finally forced himself to stand. No more of this.. Weak nonsense. He wasn't having it. Tongue flicked acrossed his lips as the russian lad approached younger brother. "Dobroye utro, Brat." Rump settled down, gaze taking a momment to flutter about for the women but.. His lingering attention didn't last long at all seeing as Vad had food at the ready. Mmm. Skull tilted forward, tongue flicking out to lick anything left dripping from brothers maw, before he gorged himself on the regergitated slop. "S'ank you. I've missed'you. Avter zey Legion vanished, und we were seperated. I thought you dead." He was in a not so good state of mind for quit some time.[e]
(11:21:47) Cinnema. After everyone had tired of their little fight, she'd plopped down in a patch of grass and slept straight through the night, not a care given to the world. It was unlike how she'd been while wandering around aimlessly and watching her own back, and it was nice. Plus all the excitement had drained her so, well, that helped. Cin didn't even twitch until the sound of movement reached her through her sleeping haze, causing her nose to work first and then her eyes to assure there wasn't a threat. Or, probably more accurately, to make sure it was someone she already knew. Dark lips parted in a deep yawn, before she lifted herself up off the grass to give a thorough shake of thick fur. Wherever Nida was, Cin paid no mind, but instead eyed the kill that had been brought up to the temporary sanctuary by the brother who was actually well. A few steps were taken toward the kill but she stopped a fair distance away, feeling uneasy for a reason she didn't care to guess at. Lady wasn't used (c)
(11:21:52) Cinnema- to having to worry about her heat, having completely stayed away from other wolves as she wandered about. Psh. Eyes flicked between the brothers and the kill as she was content to wait to be noticed, sitting herself down in the meantime. (e)
(11:40:20) Vadimir's stubby nub of a tail wagged pleasantly behind him, gratified to see that his brother was happy and healthy. Well, he wasn't really either, mentally or physically. But in their skewed reality, he was on his way to picture perfect condition. "Ty tozhe. Ty khorosho spal?" Considering all that went down, he was liable to think that he did not. But even still, it was worth confirming if he deserved an ass-whoopin' or not. Licks to maw would be returned, eyes closing as if in hope for unforseen brutality. But alas, food at the moment was Drak's primary concern. All else would have to take a back row seat. While he ate, Vadimir mustered up the courage to speak out on what had transpired since their forced parting of ways. "I know... it vasn't anythink I vanted. Humanz took me, uzed zome forsaken zing to dull mine zenses and render me veak. Zey tried to tame me..." Sardonic chuckle left his chops, shaking his head. Those woeful fools. [c]
(11:46:02) Vadimir"I keeled von of zem and left. I couldn't veturn to ze Vale, zough. Vhere-ever zey had taken me, it vas far avay from you." And the thought of traversing all those leagues in the most meager of hopes in reuniting with his sibling had been soul-crushing. "No mne povezlo, i sud'ba pozvolila mne vernut'sya k vam..." Tail thwacked the ground, before eyes caught sight of the pale colored woman. She was... Vadimir scrunched up his face. Cin...? "Gud mornink." He offered distractedly, gaze swift to return back to his brother. It was difficult to affirm where they stood. Were they worms, tools, emergency rations...? (f)
(11:54:39) Drakov: Lack of energy forced his sit to slide down into a lay. How annoying.. All around, to be frank. He couldn't even really enjoy his brothers presence as much as he wanted, because he simply lacked the stamina to do so. Well.. That would be fixed soon enough! Starting first, with him stuffing himself with all Vad had vomited up for him. Which, given it was chunky slop now, it was an easy task. And you bet your ass he felt a hell of a lot better afterwards. Mm. Full belly. When was the last time he'd had that? Vadimir's words, his explaination, snapped the male's attention about. Sights shifting to lay apon his brother from the corner of his eyes. Lip curled and a little growl ushered out. "Vucking hoomans!" Oh how much thicker than accent seemed to be when he spoke in such heated tone.[c]
(12:00:36) Drakov: Male snorted, displeasure clear as day apon his features. Drak shifted to his feet just as Cin had become known on the scene. Body giving way to a much need shake of frame, likely leaving a tuft or two of fur to flutter about, before rump settled to the ground again. "Cin.. Avter you .. vanished. I met Cin, und Nida, and a few ozzers. Ve turned into.. sort of a pack 'sing." Technically, yes. Drak. That is what a pack is. Yall were spot on. But his lack of knowledge in such standings made his tone questioning. "But..-" Lovely timing for Cin to be here, he could explain to both in one go. "I also vas taken by zey humans. Zey shot me, but didn't kill me." Toothy grin would peck at his maw. Can't Kill Us!! "So zey tried to make me bait for hunting dogs. You know.. Ones who find vulves. Took a vhile but I killed zem and escaped." Hohum. Why were things always so complicating? Eyes shifted from Drak to Cin, neutral glance as usual. "Vhat happend with you avter?" She seemed.. [c]
(12:03:21) Drakov: Presumibly ok? But, frankly. He wasn't as concerned as his question might have came off. Simply because.. All that work put into opening him up and softening hsi attitude. It was all wiped away due to his time with the humans. He remember there... mostly positive standing, but. Beyond that. Beyond that he'd returned to his primal state again, and she was seen as no more than meat at his disposal. So... Emergency Rations? Quit possible. But for now, he viewed them more as pets. Feminine company, ooolala.[e]
(12:19:15) Cinnema tilted her head slightly to the side as the boys were obviously happy to focus on one another and continue to catch up, in a less violent fashion than the night before. As far as she could tell, they both just had absolutely no luck when it came to humans. Disgusting creatures as they were, couldn't they just leave wild animals alone? They obviously weren't getting anything out of it but the release of death, at least where these two were concerned. Cin perked up when focus shifted over to her, gaze sliding away slightly. "I had no idea what had happened to anyone. I assumed we all just got seperated; I tried looking for everyone but ended up wandering further away, and I just kept walking." She'd shifted back to anti-social tendencies as she had right after her father had up and disappeared, so not much had happened to her. Eyes flicked over the two males again. "Obviously I was better off than you. You look like hell, and you don't smell the best either." [heh]
(12:26:53) Vadimir nodded silently in agreement. Fucking humans indeed. Listening to Drakov's time away held for many different reactions in Vad. On the one hand he was pissed that his brother had been forced to endure such trivial work, and for what? Ears pinned flat and fangs bared, though he was quick to relax upon hearing that the humans had all met their timely end. Well, so much for running out to get revenge. Bleh. Then there was talk of forming a pack while they had been apart. "Hmm..." Was his only real response. Mostly because, thanks to Legion. Vadimir was now firmly of the opinion that... there just wasn't anyone better than him or his brother. Perceived strength was never real, potence was never duly shown. Everyone they had ever met was always just talk and little else. Their humans included. There just wasn't anyone that had anything amazing going for them. All flash and naught else. [c]
(12:31:20) Vadimir that Drakov would care to hang in the company of these assumed lesser beings. Vadi had little to ponder. Though his 'darling' big bro didn't outright say it, Cin and Nida's role was, as far as he saw it. Self explanatory. "Zen ve vere brought back for a reazon. Zis... pack of yourz, clearly. Vaz meant to thrive, not vither avay." Yes, there you go Vadimir. Be inspirational and nice!.... all in that same dead, flat, morbidly disgusted tone you always have. Nailed it there, sonny boy. (f)
(19:04:23) Vadimir nodded silently in agreement. Fucking humans indeed. Listening to Drakov's time away held for many different reactions in Vad. On the one hand he was pissed that his brother had been forced to endure such trivial work, and for what? Ears pinned flat and fangs bared, though he was quick to relax upon hearing that the humans had all met their timely end. Well, so much for running out to get revenge. Bleh. Then there was talk of forming a pack while they had been apart. "Hmm..." Was his only real response. Mostly because, thanks to Legion. Vadimir was now firmly of the opinion that... there just wasn't anyone better than him or his brother. Perceived strength was never real, potence was never duly shown. Everyone they had ever met was always just talk and little else. Their humans included. There just wasn't anyone that had anything amazing going for them. All flash and naught else. [c]
(19:04:46) Vadimir that Drakov would care to hang in the company of these assumed lesser beings. Vadi had little to ponder. Though his 'darling' big bro didn't outright say it, Cin and Nida's role was, as far as he saw it. Self explanatory. "Zen ve vere brought back for a reazon. Zis... pack of yourz, clearly. Vaz meant to thrive, not vither avay." Yes, there you go Vadimir. Be inspirational and nice!.... all in that same dead, flat, morbidly disgusted tone you always have. Nailed it there, sonny boy. (f)
(19:32:18) Drakov: Gaze shuffled a tad at whoever was speaking at the time, though his head hadn't shifted in the slightest. He remained rather still and stiff, if anything. Alittle intrigued by the thought that his disappearance had caused everyone to disperse in different direction. Even if out of coincidence. One thing was for sure.. It was crazy coincidence they all crossed paths in such a way. Speaking of.. Brows furrowed, and sights shuffled out acrossed the land. Hrm. "Vhat about Yury?" None compared in relationship to his brother, of course, but Yury ... Yury had been the closest one he'd gotten to on such a level, since..well ever. He was still young at the time, still hopeing for a guiding purpose, so even if there was no deep seeding connection the older male was still of importance for a time. Ahwell. It didn't matter anymore.[c]
(19:37:22) Drakov: Now, well.. Now he was over seeking aid from others. Over following the leader. Did that mean reincarnating a pack was the route to go? Gaze shifted to Vad at the thought, and his words. He wasn't sure really. At the time it was all a means of survive. Granit they faught on a regular basis for status, but still. "Hrm.. Perhapes, Brat. Avter all, there's no vay in hell I plan on following somevon." Screw thhattt.At this point he'd fight and die first. There was no way in hell he was going to fall into another Legion scenario. Lips peeled back however, teeth revealing themselves in a toothy snark. "I do like zey sound of putting bitches in zere place, though." Little growl ushered out as sights settled on Cin in a challenging way. Tone sarcastic and offending. Clearly aimed to poke and prod at her buttons.[e]
(19:54:40) Cinnema had, when it had existed, found comfort in their group, even if it had just been for mostly the convenience of survival. A bunch of young wolves and the couple adults had been enough to keep them all alive and, considering they'd fought almost constantly, occupied as well. What had happened to the adults, the girl had no clue. Head tilted when Drak inquired about the older Russian. "Yury? As far as I know, he never caught up with us when we moved after all the flooding, and neither did Betha for that matter." She shrugged. Maybe the two had caught up with each other and were off in some far away place, no care given to the young shits they'd partially looked after for a while. They'd always joked about them hooking up, who knew. Cinnema shifted her gaze over to Vad as he acknowledged the pack, and, was he encouraging its reformation? Eyebrow would have been raised if it could have been. Hmm.[c]
(20:01:10) Cinnema- Red ears pricked as she caught Drakov's snarky comment. Really, why did he have to keep bringing that up? Did he think any of them had forgotten that he was perfectly capable of pushing them around? Not mentioning yesterday.. Her lip curled slightly, teeth slightly visible underneath. "You just like to push people around, but, clearly," eyes shifting over to the other brother and a smirk transforming her face, "you aren't the top dog, hm?" Obviously referring to the little show she'd had the misfortune to witness. At least she could tease him, ohoho. (e)
(20:20:50) Vadimir fell silent as the conversation moved on to places he was unfamiliar with. Names he did not know, Circumstances he had not been privy to. It was annoying, but he knew it was better to simply ask Drak when they had some time alone. Not for the first time a flare of jealously poked uncomfortably into his chest, but he was want to ignore it. Looking like a clingy girlfriend in front of everyone was NOT how he wanted to be known. He'd just kill them if they, or anyone. Tried to forcibly take his sibling from him. Mmmhmm. Murder on account of ownership. SEEMS LEGIT. Drakov's lip was at first only registered with a sly smirk and a mild chuff. But Cinn's rejoinder jab had the pepper-dusted mutt slowly rising to his paws. Drakov could easily fight his own battles, and if the two were in for a spat, he was more than welcome to watch. But if this woman was of the opinion she could mock his brother right in front of him. She was about to learn that on the scale of cray cray. [c]
(20:28:56) Vadimir Vadi made Drak look near... tolerable. "Zee 'ere churl." He grated out in a would-be placating tone. It's sincerity was almost perfect, had it not been so heavily laced with condescending disdain. "Mine flesh belongz to Drakov. Joost az hiz iz mine. Had zings been in reverze, zere vould be no difference. Hold vatever contempt at your pitiful perception of zuperiority, I don't care." Voice would drop to a menacing yet friendly coo, paws bringing him to stand before Cinn, had she not moved. "Vut you ever declare any mine brat's zuperior. Myzelf included. You vill ROT vere you ztand now." There was no one better than they. There was no one greater. No one stronger. Twisted thinking much? Oh, definitely. Yet for all his violent wording, not any other part of his person hinted to any such thing. He looked as if to simply be speaking to someone who'd been under a misunderstanding, nothing more. (f)
(21:07:26) Drakov: Brows furrowed at Cinn's words. Nub of a tail flicked behind him, but apart from that he didn't alter much. Mostly because.. Well frankly Vad had beat him to the punch. Not that he would reacted much differently. No Drak's cocky tempermental sarcastic nature was, more often than not, all fun and games. It was to piss people up and stir up some trouble. Or.. Flirt. As Cin had said before. Hell it was often difficult to tell which of the two he was conveying at the time. That or, they were really one in the same. Either way, Cin's words called for nothing more than a calm neutral standing. Utter lack of concern in an emotional standing, that didn't change the fact the russian boys had developed a ... God-Complex, in a sense.[c]
(21:16:35) Drakov: Not in the sense that they were the hottest thing on the fucking planet, because pfft. Look at him. He was a scraggly torn up mess, skin and bone scarred to fuck. Nono. They more so believed, they were in higher standings than anyone and everyone. Especially after the more recent events. Snort ushered out in response to the whole conversation, lip curling just a tad as he rolled to his feet to motion to Vad's side. Tongue poked mildly out for but a momment, before a harsh nip of front teeth was given to brothers ribcage. What had happend the night prior? Why.. He had remembered getting attacked by 3 bitches at once, but.. Nothing following it. "Enough, Brat." Tone followed out behind his first nip, but the harsh puncture of teeth continued in a row of snaps, one to the shoulder, neck, and face had he not rolled over by then. Gaze linger across the male's figure for but a second before shifting to Cin as paws carried him ever closer.[c]
(21:17:43) Drakov: It took all that killed distance for his weak state of being to catch note of her current... Predicament. Nostrils flared, and an eye twitched, before a low growl echoed out feint behind his breathing. "Do I need to show you who is... 'Top Dog?'"[e]
(21:35:06) Cinnema was not all too keen on being approached by Vadimir, even given that his voice was deceptive his words were grating on her nerves. GEEZ, all of a sudden this piece of shit shows up and she can't tease Drak anymore without getting death threats? Joy killer. And he was getting entirely too close. She pushed herself easily up off her ass, putting a few steps of space between them again because hello stay out of my bubble. She was honestly nearly unimpressed by his monologue; it just gave her a better view of his character. Cin held her tongue versus responding with what would most likely be a sarcastic comment that would get her in a whole lot more trouble than just some choice words. Not that.. she was going to get out of this easily anyway. But. Eyes did flick away from them for a second, even as Drakov joined his brother, a semi-submissive movement. But only just. What Drakov added to the remarks was met by her curled lip again, but a tilting and slight lowering of her head. (c)
(21:35:12) Cinnema- Honestly she didn't doubt the fact and didn't need a demonstration of dominance. "I'll pass," she'd snort, another couple steps back. Weird ass touchy boys, sheesh. (e)
(21:54:11) Vadimir watched the woman for a reaction, keen and almost excited to see what she would do in response to his minimalistic scare tactics. Her moving away was to be expected, and after a point he'd stop, simply watching, learning, understanding. Eyes would move from the tips of her toesies to the very crown of her skull. Docked tail slowly rose, but not out of dominance. But rather, disappointment. And not even the sarcastic sort, even! Vadimir was legit sad now. He'd been expecting... some sort of snap back, or, or growling whiplash. But instead she just gave him the stink eye. Fun ruined Vadim chose to pout at Cinn, as if to say, 'you're no fun at all! >:I'. Drakov's presence was noted with a ear flick, only to be replaced with a big happy puppy grin. When the harsh bites were administered to his face Vadimir would headbutt into his brother's mouth. Not hard mind, but enough to hopefully force himself a good ways into Drakovski's maw. [c]
(21:59:41) Vadimir would remain there for a time, but when Drak turned his attentions to Cinn, Vad lowered his head and ears and dutifully did as he was told. Cinn's heat was more than apparent to him by now too, and it was with curiosity that Vad would choose to drift lazily behind Cinn, eyes wandering to her groin. "Vhy?" He'd ask simply, appearing almost amicable, given his earlier brackish slew of venom. "You zaid it, zo..." Now Vadimir was mostly talking to himself, attention nearly riveted to Cinn's bleeding orifice. Women were such amazing creatures. Despite all their quirks, Vadimir wasn't sexist in the least. On the contrary. He just hated everyone except his brother equally. To have the ability to bleed as a means to reproduce... mutt's chops split in a joyful cackle. (f)
(22:08:34) Drakov: it. If it wasn't clear by now, Vad was definately the more insane of the two. In a sense. They were, despite so similar, also very very different. Two ends of a spectrum, but Drak.. Drak, luckily for the rest of the world, had the luxury of a bit of... normal socialization for a time. Had Vadim? No, according to his tale he'd had just the opposite. So while Drak was mellowing out, he was becoming more and more deranged. Granit, the older brother didn't mind in the slightest. He looked apon his younger brother as if he were a blood covered white rose. Some how, some way, he was both fragile and innocent, yet dark and dangerous all at the same time. Perhapes that was something only seen by Drak himself? Brotherly love. But who knows. [c]
(22:15:53) Drakov: Face shoved into his mouth was regarded on by the shake of head. A thrash or two, rough love mixed with his dominant acts to keep a certain level of stability. But now that attention was shifted on Cin, and.. more specifically her state of being, the look..tone.. and overall demeanor he had just displayed towards Vadim, had shifted into something far different. Nub of a tail rose, swaying oh so slowly behind him as lip curled. Tongue flicking out, sights stared hard and steady. Right into her eyes, even as she averted away and aimed to put distance between them. She was given little to no time after her response, before he pushed forward. A quick pace but not a lunge either. He took advantage of her assumed distracted attention by Vad circling her frame. Hell, even if she hadn't. He was on her with a quickness. Tsktsk. Poor dear. Unlike humans it didn't take much at all to get a dog hot and bothered.[c]
(22:18:20) Drakov: The sudden realization of her heat, and of course... How much prettier she looked all skitish and concealed into herself, timid and nervous, there was no way in hell hadn't exposed himself to the world. Not that he cared. By the time anyone coulda noticed, he'd already assaulted his old friend. Ohhh hormones. He wasn't old enough to even understand such things when they'd first met. And now? Well now he was parting fangs to snap and grab whatever he could. Come'ere baby.[e]
(22:39:30) Cinnema nearly shivered with disgust at being looked over in such a way by Vad, but attention was stolen away by the approach of the other boy and his sad little look was completely missed by her, not that she would have chosen to honor that with a reaction anyway. The second he started moving toward her she refocused on him, instantly untrusting. Snarl marred her face when he looked her over, turning herself away from him. "Back off-" Given that Drak had moved the second she'd taken her eyes off of him, and she had unwittingly turned away from Vadimir, Cin was most likely right in the path the older brother was making toward her. She didn't even have time to completely snap at one before the other was molesting her. A sharp bark that was slightly a whine came from her throat out of surprise, caught off guard and quickly realizing she was literally trapped. It had her barking and growling at the horny Russians but she hadn't reacted fast enough. She hadn't fully expected either to start (c)
(22:39:43) Cinnema- acting like they were, poor virgin girl, but. Lesson would be learned, and could she manage to snap at either of them then blood could be drawn too. Oi. (e)
(22:50:31) Vadimir head tilted, confused that Cinn would decide to speak to him in warning. Whaaaat? He was only lookin'... for right nooowwww. Vadi wouldn't even bat an eye when Drakov went in for the attack. Hmm.... Should he join in? Smelling that delicious ambrosia of hormones and eggs awaiting to be fertilized.... hrm. It was horrendously tempting, but for now Vadi figured his brother deserved first dibs. Considering.... y'know. He had kinda been a BIT of a over-eager hornball last night. Did he feel remorse for his actions? Not really. But he'd given his brother the go-ahead, the, 'you're in charge right now' head-bow. And interrupting now would be.... be rude, right? Yes, yes it most certainly would. So, he'd just wait his turn! Head would plop to the ground, his eyes tracking every inch of movement from the combative duo. See? Lookit he was being patient! Vadimir wiggled in self content. Or was it cause he was getting a hard on? Probably both.
(22:57:55) Drakov: Oh how horrible this was. As if mother nature wasn't enough. It was easily assessed that the boys got turned on by mere fighting as is. Even if it didn't always turn into... Well.. This.. The very act of battle was an orgasm in it'self. So, mixing the two?! Never a good thing. Atleast, not for the offending party. For him on the other hand? It was a fucking great thing. Jaw swung to clack against the side of Cinn's as he came in, catching her as she turned to address him and defend herself. His swift powerful movement was used to knock her face away if only for a second so that teeth could lock around the side of her muzzle shove her straight down by her head, overly pleased growl echoing out as he did such. And given he managed successfully? Well, if gave no reaction time. Each act come as quickly as was possible. So once her face met earth, he would shake. Lifting her off the dirt surface only to slam her down again.[c]
(23:01:29) Drakov: Act would play out for barely a second, one.. two.. maybe three hits, before he released, paws wrapping around her hips and teeth replacing there grasp along her spine. Why? Well, because right now he was less concerned with gaining a solid grip and far more into the idea of biting her all over to ensue pain, allow nerve endings to shock through all portions of her body, and to allow a useless struggle. Can't just get it over with, eh Drak? Hell no. Pfft. Harsh bite administered it'self to her spine, as paws locked around hips and jerked her up into place. Only then would fangs shift to lock a hold into her scruff and prevent any... escape. Bahaha. Now we pray no puppies are born. SIGH.[e]
(15:16:12) Cinnema. Really it was a terrible idea in any situation to try to attack these boys in any form, but was logic anywhere involved in her through processes right now? Fuck no. And unlike them she was definitely not enjoying herself, pissed and scared as she was. Cin's attempt at defense was met by Drakov's jaws pushing her face away before proceeding to slam her a good couple times against the ground. Legit whine was elicited from her throat as her head spun from the assault. As if that weren't enough, he'd also bitten her back and had nerve endings shooting pain all over her body, much to her dismay taking away the phantom control she'd had. Could it not just be simple and done and she could go find a river to drown herself in? Not that she would kill herself, but. Water was a comfort, and there was definitely none here. At the point at which he finally lined himself up she was smart to not complain, ears pressed to the back of her head and lips pulled back to expose teeth in her (c)
(15:16:19) Cinnema- displeasure but no effort that would possibly get herself hurt more, she hoped. Get it over with. (e)
(15:32:12) Vadimir watched the show with relish. Ah, dangit if only the deer was here to munch on! But he'd left it a ways out from their current residence. Instead he'd chew on his forepaw, eyes bright and missing naught. Cinn's whines of pain and, likely, fear. Was a musical score to his ears that rivaled Mozart. It conveyed to him all he'd ever enjoyed in life, all he'd ever dreamed and desired. How fantastic would it be, to listen to that melodious tune forever? His patience was ebbing, but he consoled himself that it wouldn't be long now. Savor this moment, so that he could delight in the torture to come.
(15:56:48) Drakov: Noo.. Sadly, for poor little Cin, there was no getting it over with. I mean.. Really.. When did he ever just 'get it over with'? Never, duh! He had to drag it on, savor everyones reactions. There distaste, there attitudes, there warped emotions. Mm. To put it simple. He had a sick since of humor. And, it boiled over into his sex drive. Ahwell, luckily enough for Cin it wouldn't get any worse than it had been, he lack the physical ability and.. the sweet smell of heat made it all end that much sooner. The only amount of torture she had now was the awkward tie that followed. He'd hold his position in there stiff state, teeth detatching and likely leaving some blood to pool from the wound. Tongue would flick out across it, a growl ushering forth, and when they were finally able to part he flopped back overly pleased. Chest swelled and fell in long deep breaths, rump settled on the earth below.[c]
(16:02:09) Drakov: Though even as he sat quiet, content, a seemingly blank slate, his eyes were stuck on the women. Locked, firey and staring. It took actually doing it for certain portions of his memory to recover. Mmm.. He remembered he favored this woman.. Though maturity was a long ways off when they first met, by the time they'd parted ways he'd thought a time or two of what it'd be like. Especially considering Betha and Yury had a number of close encounters. But now. Well now he was all grown up, and he didn't have to linger on curiosity anymore. Tongue flicked across his lips, mind whirling through contemplation. If they did indeed form a pack, would Cin and Nida join? Maybe he'd force them, keep them as toys. Maybe they'd come on there own accord. Hrmm.. Something to mull over later. He was oh so tired now. GOD ME SOME SEX now I need food and a nap.[e]
(16:30:31) Cinnema didn't have the traumatic torture experience that would cause amnesia. She remembered time spent with the boy of years ago, that she'd enjoyed his company for some fucked up reason considering, well. His personality, his tendency to put them in their place, etc etc. Not that it was on her mind right now, he was being just a total dick and she was honestly wondering if that had to do with Vad being around. Or was he really that different? Whatev. Cin resisted the urge to shake herself when he released his hold on her, the sting of the pain and blood running in her fur bothering her, but perhaps that was better considering the assault on her nerves already. The moment they parted she turned herself away from both brothers, though considering her injuries it probably wouldn't do much to prevent Vad from having his turn. Ears remained pinned to her head and tired, weary eyes along with teeth dared them to approach again, doubtlessly futile. Honestly she wasn't in any condition to (c)
(16:32:36) Cinnema- make an escape attempt, battered and confused as she was. Everything would've been spinning around and otherwise hurting if she'd tried. (e)
(16:47:40) Nida twisted through the woodlands, coming onto a rather discombobulating scene in utter silence, except for the muted pants from her ajar mouth. A pungent scent hit her straining nose, and hard, Nida's head uplifted high, and her tail wavering at the immediate rear of her. Who know what was going on with these cray cray wolves. So in a couple bounds the rotound she-wolf would insert herself into the unfolding scene, partially ruddy nose goading against snarling Cin's side. She could smell blood and catch sight of slobber cleaving onto her fur -- a fight, perhaps? And why in the world was Drakov lying on the ground like the semblance of roadkill? She gawks over toward the other brother though says nothing. She simply flanks ever-close to her companion, vigilant. <idk>
(17:00:13) Vadimir would have clapped at the duo's performance, had his forepaws had that capacity.... and if it wouldn't have made him look a little TOO derp for his liking. Body rose and Vad first strolled over to his brother, maw flung open to mouth tightly onto his brother's muzzle and face, in a sort of, 'well done' kind of gesture. Yep, he was officially a man now. Eyes then moved to Cinn, tail swaying gently behind him. She looked so beautiful like that... if only she'd wear her divine life essence like a badge of honor, rather than a stain. Perhaps then, the brothers might have more respect for them, rather than merely viewing them as toys. It was a shame, but he doubted he could make her feel differently. Or, could he...? As he strode over to her, neck extending to stick his muzzle into her wounds, coating his lips and nose in the sap of her limbs, before he'd drag it about her chest and shoulders. Should she look at him, his eyes would say it all; You are magnificent, beautiful, and the [c]
(17:06:56) Vadimir epitome of desire. Vadimir had every single screw loose imaginable. But at least he was romantic! Gory, vindictive... romantic. Nida's appearance and subsequent defensive stance had the mutt backing up exactly one space, his eyes narrowing. "Excuze me." He'd breath shortly, trying his hand at civilities. "Move." He'd await to see if she would or wouldn't, and should it be the latter. He'd jerk his chin to Cinn, before whispering in his rough, coaxing baritone, "Eizer move, or you take her plaze, churl. Vich do you prefer?" As always, despite the words themselves harboring nothing but apathy and sin of the greatest extent. Vocals and body language would exude an entirely different message. Calm, assertive, but entirely non-violent. Going so far as to even seem charismatic. As if they actually had a choice. (f)
(18:58:03) Drakov: Had his brother presence turned him into a dick? That was quit possible. There was something different about having him there, not that they were twins yet some how he felt a similar connection. As if he was incomplete before. But... Don't get your hopes up to far ladies. He really WAS just that fucked up. Having met the duo in a far younger mindset, and of course.. before puberty, he was 'innocent' still. HA. Not really but, innocent for these two! He'd still had that young exuberance, that lack of knowledge for just how fucked up things were in life. Everything that'd happend to them as children seemed normal. Well.. At this point it really was kinda normal to them, but it seemed normal society. They didn't have negative opinions of it, they simply saught to take a high standing in the chaotic world.[c]
(19:05:01) Drakov: They hadn't changed to much though, now it was just.. Rather than the desire, the child hood dreams, they had simply declared under there own ruling that THEY were the greatness in this world. There was nothing to search for, to gain up to. It had been them from the beginning. And life was a fucked up mess, that needed it's asshole ripped apart, and they intended to do it. Ohyes. He'd changed that much, but it really just boiled down to him maturing. As crazy as that seemed. Maturing for these boys was this. And now? LOL Well now as Cin shifted about, hurt and dismayed, he took a silent momment to clean his dick. Yup. All tuned out if only for a few seconds before he shifted sights up to meet Vad's expression, lip curling in a feint toothy grin.[c]
(19:10:59) Drakov: Ayup. He'd finally lost his man-hood. Officially anyways. How ridic. He was almost 4 and he'd finally lost that shit. Hohum. Ohwell, not like he could have any sooner, what with where he'd been held. Paws crossed before him, hind limbs outstretching at his side in attempts to get relaxed and comfortable only for Nida's arriving presence pull in his attention. Hrm.. Replace her? Why replace? Why not make things fair for both women, eh? No.. he didn't have the energy for such a thing at the momment. Mating in it'self exerted a shit time of stamina, no less doing so being in the physical state he was. So instead he simply offered her a neutral glance. "Be easy vit zem Brat, zey are, after all, ours now." And you couldn't go around breaking your own possessions now could you? "Why don't'chu come sit by me, eh Nida?" Casual as ever, which was the worst part. Oiii.[e]
(19:28:25) Cinnema's eyes tracked any movement around her. It seemed Drak was content to sit there on his ass-and stare at her. A single eye flinched when she realized this. Already hurt as she was, emotionally and physically, and he had to stare at her intently like that? Apparently it had been possible to make her more uncomfortable. Focus shifted to Vadim as he approached; she shuffled back again and yelped when he took the time to play with her blood, staining thick white fur with the color. As if it made a difference, ears were already a similar shade. Maybe it made her prettier? More fierce? She didn't give a shit. The look in his eyes- it made her shake. Cin didn't want to be touched, desperate growl accentuating the fact. Her head turned toward Nida just before the woman was pressed to her side, causing formerly ears to prick forward in surprise. What the hell? Did she want this too? Glanced between the boys and her friend briefly. "Nida, darling, you really should find someone else to (c)
(19:28:37) Cinnema- follow beside me," she sighed harshly, voice rough and quite frankly defeated. But she'd raise her head to tug on her friend's ear gently, as if to kind of say, 'Hey thanks, but. Seriously.' Mouth took back to its snarl from a minute ago at the mention of ownership. Not that..Honestly what the hell could she do? She didn't have the strength to complain at the moment. And what was pretty much total domination, that thing too, yeah. (e)
(19:37:38) Nida picks up the footfalls of an approach nearing both wolves, and her bristly fur fluffs itself to give the illusion she's larger than she actually is. But she deflates at Cin and the Drakov's words, the cockles of her heart crestfallen.. Her attempt to help, although she herself was .. helpless, had fallen short .. miles and miles away from its endeavor. Plus coming to her defense was mistaken for shadowing ..? that .. hurts. Truly. Her ears kneel flat back against her head, and equally as defeated, the dark she-wolf strays from the kerfuffle to conserve self from interferring. These wolves were truly messed up in the head .. Where was old fart Yury to lay down the law, and when he is demanded of his presence for once ..? Nida settles down on the floor, back facing the three, chin lain across a paw.
(19:55:51) Vadimir watched Nida try her best to protect Cinn. Really, had he had a softer heart. He might have been more moved by the gesture. But as it was it just delayed the inevitable. Frankly speaking? Vadimir would have LOVED to have to work for sex. Or anything really. But anything less than a death-defying battle was a waste of precious time and space. "Da, ya znayu. Tem ne meneye sobirayus poluchit udovol'stviye, khotya." For what was the point of having prized gems such as these, only to not enjoy them to the fullest? Though since Cinn had already been battered pretty badly, Vadimir was feeling decidedly gracious. Had these two been anyone else Vad would have been all too happy to hit it and then kill them after. Or, hell, even during. But Drak wanted to keep them, so that was a nono. "You zeem more velazed... zat iz gud." He intoned softly, striding to her rear, nose trailing along her side as he did so. She was going to view him and Drak as a monster regardless of how they behaved, [c]
(20:03:02) Vadimir but Vadi was pleased to show her that they weren't merely black and white. Keep them guessing, leave them confused, muddled, hopeless. Why, that was his bread and butter. Head would gently press on her rear to encourage her to lay down. I she kept standing while losing blood, she was likely to pass out. And Vadimir had exactly zero interest in fucking a doll. But, one could also take it that he was being sweet!.... too bad Cinn wasn't stupid. Should she comply he would then climb atop, forepaws stationed on the ground, rather than hooking around her waist. That way, all his weight was kept on his limbs, instead of on her. Jaws cracking open to latch onto the already brutalized skin, clamping down just hard enough to keep the bloodflow steady, rather than letting it congeal. He would be gentle.... ish. He was thirsty, and her fruit punch was the best anywhere! Had she remained still throughout, he'd finally get down to the fun part. Unlike Drakov's bucking bronco style, [c]
(20:05:44) Vadimir was slow, deliberate, and seemed to rake in as much as he could, milking her mind, body, and soul, literally and figuratively. Once knotting occurred he'd lay beside her. Awkwardly, given anatomical hindrances, but in so doing would seek to groom and clean the gore from her person. Once allowed to seperate Vadim smiled winningly at Cinn, should she even still be conscious. Now, had that been so hard? (f)
(20:29:14) Cinnema hadn't meant to imply that she wasn't grateful for Nida's attempt at defense, and she regretted hurting her friend, but. If she moved out of the way and didn't get involved this time, and it saved her the pain, then Cin was okay with that. She did care somewhat, but it was a different way of showing it. These monstrous brothers influencing her actions. Green eyes gazed softly over at her friend for a second before stifling her thoughts and looking back at Vadimir. Whatever he'd said to his brother went right over her head, but what he said to her was met with a snort of disdain. Maybe not so much relaxed as she was weak at the moment. Easily complying when he encouraged her to be on the ground, she tried to retain some composure as she half fell to her stomach. Drak hadn't been very nice with her. Did she think Vad was being any better? Nooope. She endured his turn just about as well as she had the other male, spinning head influenced more now by blood loss and her physical abuse.(c)
(20:29:22) Cinnema- By the time it was over she simply put her head on the ground, one paw moving as if to cover her face, glancing just to catch his smile before she rolled onto her side with a sad puff of breath. Oh, Nida, stop sulking and come help your poor BFF okay? (e)
(20:51:47) Vadimir continued to lick and groom Cinn until her fur was pristine again. Of course, there was only so much he could do. That tear was a pretty nasty one, after all. But it's the thought that counts! "S'yank you." He murmured, finally coming to a stand. Saying thank you makes the whole situation okay! She was sure to harbor no ill-will toward him after saying that. Truly a delusional specimen, Vadimir. Shaking out his coat he looked toward Nida, giving her a chuff. Should he gain her attention, he'd nod toward Cinn, giving her silent permission to approach her friend once more. He'd then pad off to retrieve the deer he'd hunted down a while ago, crows and other scavengers taking their choice bits before he scared them off with one thunderous growl. Hoisting the meal, which was a bit of a chore cause gosh, that's some heavy shit. He was as strong as they came, but Vadi wasn't tireless. That exercise earlier left him pretty winded. [c]
(20:56:02) Vadimir not as exhausted as poor Drak or Cinn, but enough that he was perfectly fine with sitting still for the rest of the evening. And, had the girls known more about Vadimir. They would have gawked at the thought. Vad, hold still? Hell had frozen over. Once he'd brought the corpse back he'd deposit it close to Cinn, and assuming Nida had joined her, he'd give them another firm nod. "Do not vorry about huntink for avhile. You muzt conzerve energy und heal." Nida was exempt from this, for obvious reasons. But eh, considering she'd just witnessed her friend get violated. He was willing to give her some slack. Mutt would finally find his place by Drakov's slumbering form, going about the duty of licking and pruning his many scars. Grisly as he was, Vadimir was also meticulous. (f)
(21:06:55) Cinnema didn't like his saliva all over her nice fur, but, hell, she was at least thankful that there wouldn't be dried blood streaked throughout her fur! But if he thought that thanking her would make up for anything, he was definitely insane. As she heard him move off, head would lift briefly to look for Nida. Was it too much to hope that she'd at least come lay by her? Either way, head would drop back to the ground, the effort of looking a bit too much right now. And with Vad out of hearing range briefly and Drak asleep, she could apologize. "I didn't want you getting into that mess," she muttered softly. Hopefully the other woman was close enough to hear her words. Not exactly "sorry," but close. "No point." Mouth shut again with a sigh when Vad returned, ears tilting to hear whatever he said. Not that it mattered much to her, as her thoughts slipped away and she passed out cold not moments after he got the last words out.
(21:12:33) Nida remained taciturn and sequestered from the group, her expression housing heavily furrowed brows and a squinty-eyed look, as if, on a whole, she can't determine whether to be sulky or be grumpy. A ratty ear twitches to indicate she caught the sound of the chuff, and then recieved a voice. Practiced eyes trained themselves on the lightly furred she-wolf. But geez, did she have to be brutal with her words, enough to cut deep to the intimate and fragile parts of her feelings? With the enthusiasm of some old geezer she arises on feet, and then drag her calloused paws the whole way to her appointed destination. Once there, she hunkers down -begrudingly- beside Cin. Vadim? Ignored. No words or indications of interest to that guy. He's been checked off the list for weirdo crazy k.
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