Haunted Wood Come Play With Me

@Famine, @Pestilence, and @Death. Forward dated to April 3rd! This thread is open to anyone along with the apocalypse puppies! <3

Day by day she grew stronger, at a month old Conquest and her siblings were not only standing, but she could hear everything now and was armed with a mouth full of teeth. Small milk teeth, but her bites and nips to keep her siblings away, especially Famine who had the knack of nibbling on everyone.

Their mother was still rarely ever around, Connie could barely even remember her smell let alone face. Not knowing anything different, the russet pup didn't feel very sad about it. They had each other, and that's what kept them going, through better or worse - even if it wasn't always pleasant.

As the sun dimly lit the forest through the mist, Conquest quickly bounced out of the cave with the desire to investigate their surroundings. Tail wagging behind her in a moment of joy, a rare time indeed since their birth. The bites marks left by her mother on her birthday had healed nicely, barely even leaving a mark now on her young skin. The wonders of being young. 

Investigating the new smells, Conquest wandered a little further from the den, sniffing at a particular tree in general... an odd smell catching her nose. Unbeknownst to her, Aldritch had been watching all of Vengeance's puppies, taking a particular interest in the four (Aldritch is hiding up in the tree, unless you wanna take a sniff he can't be seen!).

Famine had become quite accustomed to walking. He wasn't courageous enough to start running, but sped quickly after Conquest with his best half-limp. Immediately, he pounced onto her side and aimed a bite for Connie's ear, now more interested in ripping and tearing than suckling.

Regardless of his success, Famine's interest shifted to the snow; without hesitation, the young glutton began to dig through the blanket.

A high pitched yelp exploded from her as Famine once again decided to take a bite out of her. The sensitive, newly opened ear as his new target. Frustration and growing aggression that was swiftly becoming second nature and a default emotion to the little girl, it pushed out some form of a growl to rumble softly in her as she shook him off - well, the sort of left to go prance around in the leftover white cold stuff. 

Angry at his constant biting and ceaseless barrages, Connie thumped forward and ignored the curious stuff along the ground and focused on the dual-toned brother of hers. She didn't know words, they weren't exposed to words and speech enough for her to grasp it just yet and instead followed her instincts to growl and yip at her target before lunging to him herself, oversized paws making the movement just awkward enough as she tumbled over to him. This time, she had the intention of biting him back, to hurt him for once.

He was the main source of her anguish lately after all.

Oh, really? Famine looked up from his little experiment and watched Conquest lunge forward, her angry teeth barely missing his muzzle. Instead, his sister's jaws found their way around his shoulder which had been conveniently exposed in his attempt to turn around.

Famine thought that this was a game. He didn't respond with aggression, but laughed instead. The pain, while pronounced, wasn't intense enough to send him crying (yet). He reached over and attempted to grasp Connie's hock, tying them into a strange circle.

With her little teeth in Famine's shoulders, the laughing brother only made her madder. How could he be laughing? She was punishing him for being so mean! Flopping her head from left to right, she tried to dig in and didn't see the same amusement that Famine had about all this, even more so now that he was after her hock!

Wanting him to stop, she let go of his shoulder and twisted awkwardly to try and bite closer to his face, only to feel their balance shift and take a tumble as their contortion was surely a failure, to begin with. Letting out a soft cry, all she wanted was to be left alone!

Oh! Famine tripped and toppled over Conquest, landing on his back with another fit of laughter. He continued to roll around on the ground, paws flying in the air as he tried desperately to rid himself of the giggles.

Tears began to pool at the corners of his eyes. Famine lifted a paw to wipe them away, and in the moment of silence, heard Connie's quiet whines. His ears perked to attention as he heard her distress; what was wrong? Con-est, he whispered.

Then, in a sing-song voice, Connn-esttt!

As much fun as her brother seemed to be having, the little fireball was having none. Tiny ears flickered to his direction as he called out, already little Famine was talking and still, she couldn't! It was more frustrating to see one of her siblings already get ahead of her in some way, while he called out she pouted. 

With furrowed brows and a deep frown, she swatted at the boy to try and hit him once more. If her bites wouldn't work, she'd try something else. He was always so annoying! Why was Famine the one who can talk already, it was not fair! Even if her first hit landed or not, she'd continue with one, maybe two more to try and nail her point home. 

She was angry at him, always angry.

Why wasn't she happy anymore? Famine tilted his head, confused by Connie's "sudden" shift in attitude. The first swat landed on his nose, the second at the base of his ear, and the third on his throat! 

He growled and barked, leaping forward with open mouth in an attempt to grab her face.

Oh shoot i didn't realize you posted!
It felt good to land those hits, to vent out that frustration in the small way she could. Seeing his own shift in attitude made her feel even better! Finally, he realized this wasn't just a game! She would have kept hitting him until the little ball of fire was all better - but he wouldn't let her. Of course, he wouldn't. 

Little teeth grabbed onto her muzzle, her tender skin not pierced but the feeling was uncomfortable. Reminded her of something else... like a feeling long ago but not forgotten. Swinging her head away from the teeth, not wanting to be there anymore Connie tried to do the same. Snapping in Famine's direction, thirsty for her own little bite. For Vengeance.

The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection.
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famine enjoyed the momentary feeling of control. his teeth held tightly to connie's face, only releasing after the powerful swing of her head. he tumbled backward, his goal to escape her reach, but found teeth holding onto the space between throat and jaw anyway.

connie's teeth poked a small hole into his tongue, which hurt just enough to make him squeal. famine slammed his mouth shut, his goal this time being to trap them both in the lock.

Gonna try and finish this for trade thread! Maybe in a couple more rounds??? :eyes: @Famine

They were both locked up in this position. Connie didn't want to let go of her hold and he took her own muzzle in turn. Growling and pawing at his face she was upset enough to just dig her little claws into him to do something in retaliation. She moved and slithered in attempts to move him to her own will, both of them were pretty fat by now, him heavier while she was taller so despite all her attempts it wasn't likely... 

Boy was she growing frustrated.

think it's long enough now? i'll wait for you to archive. :)

conquest's nail left artificial scratches trailing across famine's face. he began to weep, frustrated by her unwillingness to stop, but held tight to his grip. they moved in rhythm with one another; when she went left, she did the same. had it not been for the intoxicating taste of slowly drawn blood and saliva, famine might have long since given up.

but he didn't. rather, he held on for several more minutes before finally relaxing his jaw. the decision to continue or quit would be conquest's, though he wished she would stop.

Thank you! <3

They danced around awkwardly in a circle, with no plan or strategy, she could only hope he would give up first or she might think they would be like this forever! But no... his grip loosened and eventually so did hers. Quickly she backed off and frowned at the boy with a snort, not wanting to get back into the same scuffle again, she bounced off (tripping a few times) to lick her own wounds and try to ignore the little pain she felt in her muzzle.