Ｈｅｔａｌｉａ || .ＳＤ. & ＤＩ

{I just had to!~}
Alcatraz grin grew wider and he had a sadistic glint in his eye. "Oh I'm not done with you yet. Now I suggest you stop moving." Spitting in the bottle he mixed it in with the vodka. Looking the ocean in the face his grin was like the Cheshire cat's. "Now this part will leave a everlasting scar." Tilting the bottle a steady flow of vodka began to fall from the bottle into the fire. Using te bottle he moved it around creating words. These words would forever be seared into Atlantics skin like as if he had been branded. He continued to 'write' the words with the vodka. The sadistic glint shineing in his eyes. Laughing darkly and sadistically he glanced at the ocean screaming in pain on the ground. Never did he stop pouring and 'writing'. "You must me wondering why this part will scar and never leave. Well that's simple it's because I mixed my spit into it. Even if you try to get rid of these words they will just reappear again. You will never be able to forget. Never be able to rid this moment from your memory. It will be forever with you always." It felt so good to Alcatraz as he watched him wither in pain on the ground. He had a lot of vodka left. Plenty to finish writing what he wanted to with a good amount left. He looked over at Arctic with a fond expression. He had said that he would protect him and he felt like he hadn't done a good job. So now he could hurt the one that had hurt Arctic. His logic might not be the best but this was how he saw it and he didn't care what others thought. Turning back to Atlantic he smirked as he watched the words appear on the ocean. He loved where they started to appear. The ocean would have such a hard time covering this up. Then again he couldn't cover them up or get ride of them it was impossible even if he had magical help. Once he was done he stopped pouring the vodka. On Atlantics skin the words appread. Property of Alcatraz. Alcatraz's Bitch. 


Omsk stopped nuzzling her but continued to purr loudly. Glancing at the opening of the cave he saw it was getting dark. At night the air would become freezing. Standing up and off of the girl. He gently grabbed her shirt in his mouth and started dragging her to the back of the cave. Once he had her all the way in the back he set her down on a pile of fur pelts that he had. Again he gently laid down on her. But now more to keep her warm.

Atlantic hissed in pain but kept his teeth gritted before he shifted in discomfort while he felt his leg burning in horrid pain, his skin melting while the words formed. It was over - the ocean was fed up with being this Island's little toy doll. He looked over the edge of the water and forced himself to sit on the edge of the ice before falling backwards into the water. He hurried down deep under the water like a Whale might swim. He huffed and looked at the wounds now covering his body, but he ignored it and watched the flames burning on the surface of the water. 
Arctic looked over the edge when his brother fell into the water, but shrugged it off and continued to eat - his face covered in blood. Though it was just a majority around his mouth, he licked his lips - the blood sticky and staining his pale snow skin red. 

When he began to drag her back, her fingers grabbed at the ground to keep from being pulled. But by far this animal was stronger and had pulled her and laid on her like she were an egg and he were a bird. She looked out the cave and saw a massive deer brushing out the snow to get the grass.

Alcatraz continued to grin even when the ocean had fled. He tilted the vodka so the rest flowed into the roaring fire. Well that was fun. At least for him it was. At the thought of the scars he had given to the ocean his grin became sadistic. Throwing the bottle into the ocean he walked away from the edge. The fire would take a long time before it burned away all the vodka. Going over to Arctic he bent down in front of him. All traces of his sadistic side gone and replaced with a warm look. "How are you?" Glancing forward he saw that they weren't that far from land. In fact it looked like they were about a mile not even away. "We are almost to land. Do you know where we are?" Looking back at Arctic. Taking his scarf he wiped away the blood. Getting rid of the sticky red substance from his skin. If Arctic knew where they were he might be able to pull in a few favors.

Omsk looked down at the girl. Just staring at her. He wasn't even blinking but his mind was racing. Maybe he would show her his secret soon. Maybe in the morning. He was getting tired of being called cat all the time. When he heard a noise his head snapped towards the entrance of the cave. He saw a deer just outside the opening. If it came in then he might kill it and eat it. But at the moment he wasn't about to get up and chase it. So he sat and waited .

Arctic let his face be cleaned, he moved away from the strange touch though - no one's cleaned his face in ages, so it was odd. Upon the question he nodded, "South America." He said softly and thought a moment, " The east side." He said and soon after added in the country they were near, "Venezuela I believe..." He muttered while he sat still and watched as shore slowly grew closer to where they were, he yawned and held up the dead raw seal that had nothing but flesh. He was wondering if the other wanted a bite, his eyes were wide but the hollowed socket looked almost infected like something could live in his eye. 
After a moment he looked at the seal body and turned it over to see the face, he grabbed it and poked its eyes out, the eyes being stabbed onto his nails. 

The deer stepped a little closer, near the cave entrance - a massive herd was along with it. Siberia had the perfect idea, she looked up at the tiger and tugged one of the whiskers on his face. "I'm hungry." She stated simply, her eyes wide like she were speaking with her eyes, which in all truth showed she wasn't lying. After all - she was hungry, but it would be easy to get him off if he was hunting.

Alcatraz thought for a moment. "Where would you like to go Arctic? Anywhere at all where is a place you want to go?" If Arctic wanted to go to a certain place then he would see what he could do. Searching for his phone it took a moment put he eventually found it. Pulling it out he turned it on and waited for Arctic to respond. He watched as Arctic messed with the dead seal. He didn't really care he had seen worse much worse before. 

Omsk growled low in his throat like a warning to stay put. Standing he slowly he stalked towards the deer. He was silent not wanting the deer to hear him. Slowly he made his way to the opening of the cave. Once there he waited for the deer to come closer.

Arctic shook his head, he honestly didn't care. "....n'y where w'arm." He said, taking a bite from the gushing seal, it was still warm and the elongated canine teeth sunk in perfectly. It looked like a vampire bite when the blood gushed around the Ocean's teeth, but he also seemed a little like the undead when he ate, so carefree and half asleep while he chewed the raw and mushy flesh. 
His eyes locked as land soon grew into perfect sight and small people on the beach could be seen perfectly. He tilted his head a little and shifted against the ice to look better at it. 

Siberia watched him and shifted a little - almost like she were ready to dart off. The deer stared a moment, then hesitated to take a step forwards but then regretted it when the tail flicked. It made a strange sound - as though telling others to dart off in danger. That one deer though stood still and tossed his massive horns.

Alcatraz thought for a moment. He had houses everywhere in practically every country. Not because he was rich from his island but because once someone entered his jail and they would be sentenced for life there he got everything they owned. Even if the items where obtained illegally it still became his. So he had all their houses, money, weapons, and if they ran a criminal organization it was now his. As he was thinking he crossed off certain countries. Eithe because they would be cold or because he hated the representative of the country. America was immediately crossed off and so was Spain. Sighing he picked one that he thought would be the best. Holding up his phone he searched for the right number then he clicked call. Ring...Ring... Hello? "It's me. I'm going to be in Venezuela, South America. I need a plane there to pick me up plus a friend. Also I want you to make sure the house in Aruba is fully stocked with food, furniture, and my tools. Got it? I want a plane here in the next 20 minutes and the house better be ready before I get there." Which house in Aruba? There are two the first is a regular house. The second one...not so much. The plane will be there waiting for you. Alcatraz bit his lip in thought. "The second house I'll go with that one. Now don't disappoint me. Oh also have a car sent to the main beach. Make it a fast one. I want it there in 10 minutes." Pressing the end button he shoved the phone in his pocket. Looking over at Arctic he watched him. "Looks like we are going to Aruba."

Omsk stayed in the shadows not moving for a moment. Slowly he stalked towards the enterance. Once there he walked behind the deer cutting off its exit. There was no where for it to go now. After a moment of staring at each other he pounced. His claws sunk into the deers flesh as he tried to bit the neck of the deer. With one paw he kept the claws in the deer but the other paw dragged the claws down the deer wounding it. After a struggle he finally bit the neck of the deer. His powerful jaws crushing the windpipe. Shaking his head back and forth a loud crack could be heard as the deers neck was snapped.

Arctic looked up at him and tilted his head with a wide eye, "A-rubba?" He asked, almost saying it like when you sing those silly bath songs, Rubba dub dub and stuff like that. Arctic found it didn't sound the same as how Alcatraz had said it - and he was one to mock things like a Mocking bird. So he thought hard and stared at the ice while saying it over and over - all the wrong way though. He kept trying to perfect the simple name, then huffed softly - sticking with the new name for this island country. A-rubba. He leaned against the ice, still coiled up in the massive jacket, smiling a little at the smell that was there. He never had the smell of alcohol before, so it was new but he liked it a lot. It was different, and he liked different - but the warmth was being lost while he was snuggled in the black leather.
Meanwhile in Aruba....
On the white sand beaches, Aruba was there on the beach with neighboring countries and islands. Dark tanned skin and lighter tanned skin either lay on the sand or was running around and playing. Though there were some people whom were turning scarlet from sun burn. Aruba was playing on the main beach - Beach Volly Ball.

The massive deer slumped into the tiger's massive grip - though it was still trying to breathe. Another deer - with horns almost as large as it - ran forwards and stabbed the horns into Omsk's rear, pushing it with its head while it huffed massive breaths. The girl watched and hurried in an army crawl with a pelt on her back to look like she were nothing while she hurried forwards.

Alcatraz sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Aruba, it's some place warm." Looking around he walked over to his mask and picked it up. Standing he put it on making sure it covered his 'forever smile'. Next he covered his stitched closed eye. Walking back over to Arctic he looked towards the beach. Squinting he tried to see who was on the beach. Once he did he groaned. Great it was some of the other countries and islands. Great just fucking great. Looking at the beach he guessed they would be there in less than five minutes. Turning to Arctic he bent down and grabbed his scarf. "We need to get the blood off your face." Wiping the blood off his face he then shoved the scarf into his pocket. "We will be there in about five minutes." Feeling his phone buzz he pulled it out. On it he had a message saying that the car was there and the keys were in it. It wasn't just any car but his black and red muscle car. He had modified it himself. At this he grinned he had said he wanted a fast car he got one. Looking back at the beach the grin melted off his face.

Omsk twisted around racking his claws across the other deers face. His claws caught the deer in both eyes making it now blind. Hissing and growling he lunged at the deer. Pulling back his paw he swatted the deer in the face again causing it to fall for a moment. But a moment was all he needed. Sinking his teeth into the deers neck. He ripped out a chunk of the neck. Blood splattering every where. Dropping the deer to the ground Omsk took a deep breath. Twisting slightly he looked at his wound. It was bleeding but not to much. He wouldn't die anytime soon. Looking back to the girl he saw one of the furs moving across the floor. Limping silently over there he stood in front of the fur stopping its movement forward.

Arctic had finished the entire seal, the skin was tossed in the sea with the small patches of fur that were there. When his face was cleaned, he huffed softly - though it felt nice to have all the attention on him for once, normally it was on his famous brothers - his sisters were rivers and lakes. The useless ones. Sure Arctic was well known, but he was infamous - and everyone said that Antarctica and Arctic were completely different because they were the North and South poles. But he controls both, there's just the name and direction difference, but he's both slabs of ice - twice the dying pain. The small Arctic islands aren't his either, they're just...there.
After a moment he looked out and saw a large amount of people, "W'hat c'ntry is th's?" He asked, looking around. Was it Aruba or Venezuela?

Shit, shit, shit..... Siberia stopped moving and closed her eyes, curling under the pelt and waiting - though she heard something strange. A massive Elk herd had wandered and saw the massacre of the younger deer, it was obvious these animals weren't all that friendly towards the tiger. Often they ran in fear - but the Elk weren't. At least not this group. The elk was huge - larger than it should be, whom was it? It roared at him and ran down the hill towards Omsk.

Alcatraz shrugged his shoulders. "Find out when we land." Was his simple answer. Squinting again he tried to see who it was on the beach. Once he did he sighed in a bit of relief. It was just Venezuela walking along the beach. "Venezuela we are in Venezuela. Once we land I have a car that will take us to a plane and then we will be in Aruba." Pulling his phone out once again he sent a message. When we get on the plane I want my car sent to Aruba. And I want it there when the plane lands. Putting the phone in his pocket he saw that they were now landed. Turning to Arctic he held out a hand. "Come on lets go. We have a plane to catch." Glancing at Venezuela he saw that she had stopped walking. He knew that she wouldn't come talk to them. But shd would watch to make sure they didn't cause harm to her country. She like many others chose to keep there distance from him. Sure some would talk to him but most just kept away.

Omsk sighed, well it looked like his secret would be out before the morning. Quickly he shifted it only took a second. In the tigers place a young man stood. He wore a pair of jeans but no shirt and was barefoot. Instead of nails he had claws and his teeth were like a tigers. Looking at the large elk he pulled out a pair of knives. In this form he had all the strengths of his tiger form and could hold weapons in his hands. He waited for the elk to come near the cave.

Arctic stepped out and set his feet on soft sand, though his mauled legs hurt - but nothing showed on his face. He would never show true pain around others, but upon seeing the nice lady far off - he couldn't help but stare at her. She was just standing there but wouldn't even wave or smile at them. Ignoring it, he walked over to Alcatraz's side and took his hand in his own since it had been offered to him, wobbling in steps he started forwards. "What 's a pl-annne?" He asked with his head tilted to the side, looking the other over a moment - the blue tint in the white hair was now obvious. But that was alright - he was used to it when the sun showed in the Ice lands.

Siberia stayed under the pelt and started to crawl away - grabbing for snow. Once she found it underneath her - she darted as fast as she could on all fours, battered and bloody. The elk huffed and ran up to him, but stopped within feet of him, the grey and black furred elk looked down at him with heavy breaths. It was Tyumen, Omsk's neighbor to the west.

Alcatraz looked away from Venezuela and turned to Arctic. He wrapped an arm around him to help him walk. "A plane is something that goes up into the air. We are in the plane and it flys where ever you want to go and it's faster then driving and can take you over water. It's safe and we will be the only ones on the plane." He started walking towards the car watching Venezuela from the corner of his eye. She just stood there staring at them. Sighing he looked away. Once they were at his car he went to the passenger side and opened the door. Setting Arctic in the car he buckled him in. Going to the other side he opened his door and climbed in. Taking the keys he looked at Arctic. "I'm going to start the car. It might be loud but don't worry it's just the car." Stickjng the keys in he started the car. All the while he watched Arctic.

Omsk nodded at Tyumen and didn't attack. Looking past him he saw the girl running. "Shit... I would love to stay and chat but I must go do something." Quickly he ran past him and after the girl. He maybe in his human form but he still had the speed and strength of a tiger. As he ran he tucked the knives away. He barely noticed the Ivey winds or cold night air. Almost he almost caught up to her. With a burst of speed he tackled her to the ground. Rolling her over on to her back he looked down at her grinning. He had he arms pinned down. "Well hello there." His voice was like a cats purr.

Arctic nodded, but undid the seat belt and leaned against the soft seat, but upon the rumbling and start up from the car. He gripped the arm rest and then grabbed Alcatraz by his arm and clawed him with wide eyes, looking down at the ground before searching everywhere all around the car in just about utter horror. His nails dug under Alcatraz's skin and ripped the fabric of his shirt, he was pushing himself farther in the seat as well. It wasn't the sound that was bothering him - it was the feeling of the entire car vibrating like some giant massage chair.

Siberia stared at him for a moment, almost like she took in everything. Tyumen looked at the deer and the dead deer and waited a moment, "Give it a second." He grunted over in that gruff elk sound before he nodded his massive head. There was a loud, horrible high pitched scream. Obviously Siberia had no idea about the changes some of the Russian states had.
Thrashing around under the man - Omsk - she started screaming in Russian. "Получить чертовски дерьмо от меня! Незнакомец Alert! Помощь! Меня атакуют!"

{ Google Translate might be wrong, but it's supposed to say: Get the fucking shit off me! Stranger Alert! Help! I'm being attacked! }

Alcatraz showed no signs of pain as Arctic's nails dug into his skin. It looked lie he was freaked out at the fact that the seat vibrated slightly. Taking a deep breath Alcatraz looked up. I can't believe I'm about to do this... Grabbing Arctic he picked him up and set him in his lap. Once he had Arctic in his lap he wouldn't feel the vibrations of the car. He himself wasn't wearing his seat belt he never did. To him it felt like it would get in the way. His arms locked around Arctic holding him still. "It's just the car. It won't hurt you I promise. Now I'm going to start driving meaning the car will be moving. You can stay in my lap or you can sit in the seat." This couldn't be safe but it looked like the only thing he could do. He could still drive like this. But it would be different.

Omsk rolled his eyes as he looked down at her. "I'm hurt dont you remember me. We were together not that long ago. If I remember correctly I had you in my cave." Staring down at her his eyes were like a cats. Lazily he blinked down at her. He shifted slightly as he held her down getting a better grip. Once that was done he grinned down at her his teeth showing.

{ I used to do that! My neighbor let me handle the wheel, I nearly took down a row of mail boxes! :D }

Arctic gripped onto the other and sat there almost like an owl, staring at the back seats and out the last back window, just sitting there. It was obvious he likes it better when it felt like there was something solid under him that wouldn't move. But of course it would, though he still stayed in place and waited for the car to move. It would be different - yes - but he could adapt quickly and learn to live with it. No big deal... After all, he'd be staying with this guy for a while so might as well get used to it now. But it would be like training a dog who hated cars as a puppy. He gave a small and slightly content sigh, feeling tired and closing his eyes, head still on the other's shoulder while he took a small cat nap.

Siberia stared at him before tilting her head a little and touching his face - then screamed even louder and started to kick at him and claw at his face. It was obvious she just wanted to wriggle away. Tyumen walked over and breathed, looking down at the two before giving a rather curious look. "What state is that one? She's not from this part is she?"

{I used to do it when I was little too! But without running down mailboxes...}

Alcatraz stared to drive away and as he did he saw Venezuela still staring at them. But soon she was out of sight as he pressed the gas peddle. He liked speed so he tended to drive fast. It only took him about ten minutes to reach where the plane was. Glancing at Arctic he saw that he looked as of he was sleeping. Taking out the keys he opened the door. Getting out he carried Arctic in his arms to the plane. With one last longing look at his car he handed his keys over to someone so they could get his car to Aruba before he got there. Climbing on the plane with Arctic in his arms he held him close not wanting to wake him. Once on the plane Alcatraz looked around. It wasn't like a regular plane. He had bought it with some of the money that he had. Now that he thought about it he had a lot of money. It tended to build up over the years. The plane actually had a bedroom in the back, a bar, a couch, a flat screen, and a few chairs that looked like the ones you would see in first class but black leather. Setting Arctic in one of the chairs he himself sat in one.

Omsk sighed and held her hands down. Not even looking up at Tyumen he answered. "No I've never seen her before." Tilting his head to the side he studied her. "She speaks Russian. By the looks of her I'm going to guess Siberia. Just a feeling."

They stole the wheel from me before I could hit a squirrel... }}

Arctic woke up when he felt like he were falling - which he almost was, out of the seat. He grabbed the bar counter and looked around at where they were and curiosity took over. He got off and started wandering around - looking here and there at everything that was there. He then made his way back over to Alcatraz and yawned a little - he was full and wouldn't be eating for the next few months. He did that - one seal equaled three months. Four seal equaled one year and a half. He leaned against the marble counter and pursed his lips before chewing on the stone.

The elk leaned down and nudged her face, "Whom may you be?" He asked with furrowed brows. "I am the United States of Siberia!" She shouted at him, swinging a leg up and kneeing Omsk in the crotch before swinging the broken leg over and hitting the elk in the rear. Making it jump and prance slightly before he glared at her.

{haha! XD}

Alcatraz looked over Arctic. getting up he walked over to him. Pulling him away from the counter he put him back into one of the seats. "You can't chew on the stone counter. It will hurt your teeth." Sitting down next to Arctic he leaned back in his seat and stretched out his legs. Closing his eye he set his arms on the armrests one each side of him. "Stay in the seat. We are about to take off. While that us happening you can't be moving around." He kept his eye closed as he talked. Taking a deep breath he relaxed into his seat. Once in Aruba he would have to go to the house and make sure everything was in order. He would probably have to go to the store once he learned what Arctic liked to eat. But from what he saw it looked like he would have to call someone for that. You couldn't just walking into a store and buy seal to eat. Oh well he would worry about that once he landed.

Omsk groaned as he felt her knee him. But he didn't loses his grip he just groaned slightly. "Son of a bitch that hurt." Looking down at her he hissed. "That wasn't very nice now was it." taking a few deep breaths he moved so that Ge had her hands pined but also so she couldn't move her legs. He had her whole body pined to the ground.

*Is driving with family to meet you at the movies*
Dad - *jerks to a stop* GOD DAMN CAT!
Me - Why didn't you kill it?!
Mom - ...... }}

Aruba was laughing happily when she pulled out her phone and stepped to the side, scrolling through her contacts with long pretty pink nails gently tapping the glass. "Ooo~ I haven't spoke to you in a long time~" She sang out, then clicked a number that would soon be taking off in the sky with an ocean. "Pick up your phone~" She sang to herself while waiting for him to answer, in all reality Aruba loved Alcatraz. He was like her brother and of course she loved him a lot - but not like that.
Arctic screamed a little at some strange sound that came from Alcatraz's pocket and hissed loudly before glaring over at the pocket. He narrowed his eyes while he scooted far away from the other.

Siberia frowned and looked past his head before giving a small smirk. Something was in the tree and it was about to jump out of the tree, though she loved her sister she also envied her. Her happiness was fake but so believable, she was down right adorable, and Siberia was older but her sister had bigger boobs. She screamed out, "Sister!" Then Saare jumped from a tree and giggled on her little fly down.

Alatraz pulled his phone from his pocket. Looking at Arctic he sighed. "It's just my phone. It won't hurt you, calm down." Holding the phone up he pressed talk. Closing his eye again he pushed the phone against his ear. He hadn't bothered to check who was calling. If he didn't like them or didn't want to talk to them he would just hang up. "Hello...?"

Omsk made his grip tighter not enough to hurt but do she couldn't wiggle her way out. Once he heard a voice cry out sister he looked over. A girl was flying through the air. "What the fuck..."

That familiar annoying voice rang through, "When are you dropping by, dork?" Aruba asked, sitting in a beach chair and swinging her legs while she held the phone to her ear. "I don't remember the last time you were here either, maybe....winter time?" She asked with a snide voice, just teasing and messing around.
Arctic relaxed and sighed a little with a small sigh while he sat still and began to settle himself down, chewing on the back of the seat while he sat still. He was nervous of flying.

Saare landed on Omsk's back and tackled him with a wild giggle, "KITTY KAT!" She snapped and flipped him over, her legs wrapped around him and the heels of her feet dug into his crotch - the heels of her shoes stabbing him. Tyumen leaped back and freaked out a little, Siberia wiggled away - trying to wiggle away from everyone.

Alcatraz glared at the air in front of him. He knew she was just teasing him but it still got on his nerves. Hearing a strange sound coming from next to him he glanced over. Arctic was chewing on the seat...the expensive black leather seat. Taking the phone away from his face he stared at Arctic for a second. "Stop eating my leather chair." Bringing the phone back up he sighed. "Don't call me that. Actually I plain on being in Aruba pretty soon as in I'm heading there now. I also plain on staying for awhile." Pausing for a moment he tried to think of what to say. "...What are you up to?..."

Omsk groaned in pain. Grabbing her legs he pried them off him. Once that was done he sighed in a bit of relief. Turning to face the girl he studied her. "Who the fuck are you? This is my home . My territory. Why are you here? Actually why are both of you here? I don't like strangers..."

Arctic did as told and stopped - but he was like a child with ADHD - you had to keep him busy or he'd tear things up, after living somewhere to empty the change in environment was still odd, and the fact that he had already explored all over the plane wasn't helping either.
"Oh you know, the usual sitting in the sun and relaxing~" Aruba said with a chime in her voice, swinging her legs. Upon hearing of him coming to the beach she gave a grin, "Why don't you stop by the beach and come and say hello to me?" She asked, though wouldn't take any rejection lightly.

"I'm Saare and that's Siberia. Since the land is so massive we were told to explore it a little and get to meet are family!" She said, wrapping her legs around him again but this time limply around his upper middle. She gave a small smirk and saw Siberia have a look of relief on her face.

Alcatraz seeing Arctic practically twitching in his seat got up and grabbed something. Coming back over he sat and handed something to Arctic. It was a rubics cube or whatever they called it. "Play with that." Running a hand through his hair he sighed. With Arctic he didnt think he would be able to go to the beach. Not that he really wanted to. He could hear others in the back ground. It sounded like the other countries and islands. " I don't think I can. I have someone coming with me and I don't think it would be a good idea."

Omsk growled low in his throat. Grabbing the girl he lifted her off him and set her down . "Don't touch me." Looking them over he shrugged. Glancing at the sky he saw what looked like a massive snow storm coming their way. It looked like it would be there any minute. Swearing he looked at the two girls. "Come on. A storms heading this way and you don't want to be caught in that."

I'm dying my hair soon, c: Guess what I'm doing~ }}

"Ooo~ Who do you have with you Al?" She asked - it was a bad idea to even mention anything to the island, its not just because she was a vacation island. But because she was just down right lovable to just about anything and was a social bee hive. Bee hive because there's so many bees - and if you get stung by one they swarm.
Arctic took the cube and stared at it, once he saw it could move, he began to move it - his brain actually comprehending what he had to do. It was a shocker in all reality since he could hardly even speak. He got the blue side completed, now he just needed the other five sides.

Tyumen ducked his head down and scooped Siberia up - with a broken shin it hurt to move the leg. Saare hummed and swung her arms while she skipped after the other with a warm song playing from her. "You have long hair, girls have long hair - not boys. Unless you're hiding a secret~" Saare said with a little giggle.

{What?}
Alcatraz glared at his phone hoping Aruba could feel him glaring daggers at her through the phone. "None of your damn business. Is there anything else you wanted?" As he talked on the phone he watched Arctic mess with the toy. Surprisingly he was doing pretty good. He already had one side done and was working on another.

Omsk clenched his jaw. Popping his neck he stared at the girl for a moment. Turning to the others he crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Can I just eat her?" His expression was blank as he said this giving away nothing.

The short side is being dyed pitch black and my bangs/the entire long side will be crimson/scarlet. }}

"No, nothing else - just bring your little secret over and let's go out! I'll treat you two." Aruba said with a smirk on her face, it was obvious since you could hear even the smirk on her voice - she was so smug right now. She hummed happily and sat in the sun - skin tan as it could be and still somewhat look healthy. It didn't look like she would cause harm to herself.

Siberia took the snow from her hair and balled it up before throwing it at him, "No you cannot. You'd be eating one of your sisters." She hissed over, the massive elk following after Saare and Omsk.

{That is going to look awesome!!!!}
"Not going to happen. I'm not bringing them over. I don't think it will be a good idea." Alcatraz held the phone tightly in his hand. His knuckles turns white as he held it. He wasn't bringing Arctic to meet Aruba. Not yet at least. Maybe after he got used to everything. But he wasn't letting him near America that bastard. "Look I got to go. Bye." With that he hung up his phone not waiting for her response. Leaning back in his seat he thought about the scars he left on Atlantic. As he thought about them his lips twisted into a sadistic grin.

Omsk moved out of the way before the snow could hit him. Walking ahead he walked into the cave.seeing the two deer in his cave he walked over and dragged them to the side. He would have to cut and clean them later. Despite the fact that this looked like an old cave he actually had technology in here. Deeper into the cave he had a kitchen complete with everything. The furs were like a bed so he just slept on those. He even had a flat screen. He just didn't use all that a lot. He even had a real bathroom and a few other things.

Yup! I'm excited~ }}

Arctic looked over at Alcatraz and furrowed his brows a little as he watched the other with a frown on his face. He held the cube out and smiled happily - he had finished the cube. Completely. He leaned back and yawned a little and set the cube down on the counter while he looked around for a moment with a soft yawn. He looked around the roof while he leaned back and soon began to try and spin in the seat he was placed in though couldn't since it wasn't a normal bar chair.

The elk set her down and rested his legs with a sigh, looking at all the others while he looked them all over as well. Siberia scooted away from everyone and Saare hummed happily, looking around at everyone and taking a seat. "C'mon girly tiger boy, take a seat with us!" She said with a wide smirk on her face.

{Can't wait to see it!!}

Alcatraz opened his eye at hearing something being placed on the counter. Arctic had finished the cube. Truthfully he didn't know why he even had it. He could never finish them and he just got pissed ending up throwing the cube somewhere. A few times he hit someone with it when he threw it. "Good job Arctic. And the chairs don't spin." Closing his eye again he relaxed into his seat stretching out.

Omsk stared at her blankly for a moment. "No." Walking away he went over to the deer pulling out his knives he got ready to skin them. He had pulled them into a dark area so the others didn't see him. Once he was finished he grabbed the meet taking it to the kitchen. Rapping it all up he put it in the fridge. Going back over to what was left of the deers he dragged it outside of the cave. Making sure he didn't have blood all over him he went back inside. Sitting on his furs away from the others he stared at Siberia.

If only my mom would schedule the appointment instead of waiting for a phone call... }}

Arctic stopped trying to spin and sat there and looked around, he saw something shinny dancing around. But it was the glare from the shinny side on Alcatraz's phone. He watched it intently before he felt a little stinging in his wounded eye, it did that sometimes. He hissed at the sores in the socket and somewhat curled up while he buried his face in the neck of his shirt. He basically retreated like a turtle to gouge his eye in peace.

Siberia -awkwardly - returned the stare, hoping to scare him a little. But it was obvious his staring was worse. So she looked at Saare and made some weird gesture. Saare stood up and cleared her throat, patting down her massive sweater before bounding over and full body tackling Omsk. "KITTY!"

Alcatraz heard a hiss coming from Arctic. Looking over he saw Arctic hiding in his shirt and heard an occasional his. Getting up he went over to Arctic and forced him out of his shirt. When he saw that he had been messing with his eye he sighed. He picked Arctic up and took him to the full size bathroom. Setting him on the counter he began to look for his medical stuff. Finally he found at and looked at Arctic sternly. "This might hurt a little. But it's to clean your eye." With that he began to clean Arctic's eye.

Omsk hissed when she tackled him. "Shit...fuck...dammit...What is wrong with you?" As he was doing this he never broke eye contact with Siberia. He only stared more intently. Finally he just decided to sit on the girl named Saare. He wasn't really mad at her. Because he could turn in to a tiger he was some what cat like. He could feel the sadness on the girl even though she continued to smile so brightly.

Arctic gave a blood curdling scream and grabbed at the other's arm, racking his finger nails into the other's skin and ripping fabric. He flailed his legs in the obvious pain and fear someone was touching his eye. His faded jade green eye was glazed over and tears were streaming as he tried to kick the other off. He was just in pain and scared, he was somewhere he had never been and he was in the sky. He's never been in the sky.

Saare giggled and started to tickle at his sides with a smug look on his face, "C'mon kitty - purr for me." She said sweetly, trying harder before giving a pained hiss. "OW! Yer bony ass is on my boob! Get off fat cat!" She snapped, slapping his sides and trying to wiggle out from under him.
Siberia looked away and rubbed her face before grabbing a stray bone - two bones at that. She pulled tape and rope from her jacket and made a splint for her shin.

Alcatraz flinched with every scream. He didn't care about the nails digging into his skin or the kicks. All he cared about was getting this clean. If he didn't it could become extremely infected. He did it as quickly as possible and as he was doing it whispering calming words to Arctic. The painful part was done. Gently he used a small towel to whip the eye with. He wasn't going to stitch it closed like his. No he had made that choice himself and knew the pair of it. So he wasn't going to do that to Arctic. Once he was done he gently picked him up and took him back to his seat. "Arctic your eye had to be cleaned or it would start to hurt a lot more than it already did. Now that it's clean it won't be hurting anymore."

Omsk shifted but didn't get up. Just moved so that he wouldn't be crushing her. If she kept making comments like 'purr for me kitty' he might just do something to make her stop. He wouldn't hurt her. But would give her what she wanted. It could be fun to mess with her. The sadness that she felt was so obviouse to him. It made him wondered how no one else saw it.

Arctic cried in the seat, the tears were massive and just poured from the one eye. His eye was cleaned though and rather the relief felt good - but the pain lingered a little. He sniffled his nose a little and rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand, he leaned against the seat and gave a shaken sigh. "I-it hurts..." He mumbled softly and touched at it, his fingers gingerly touching the cleaned inner sores. His voice was sore from the screaming, it had been really high pitched screams.

Saare groaned a little and slapped his sides a little more before she got comfortable and just lay there under the other. "Good kitty." She said, her hands sneaking down and tangling her fingers in his belt loops. Looking at Siberia - She stared back and gave a small nod before she dashed off. Saare gripped onto him and allowed her weight to sink in the snow.

Alcatraz felt a pain in his chest as he watched Arctic. Getting up he walked over and knelt down in front of him. "The pain will be gone in a second and it will feel much better. I'm sorry but it had to be taken care of." Standing he say in the seat next to Arctic and watched him. He didn't like that Arctic was in pain. But he couldn't really do anything. The eye had to be cleaned. So he had done it. If he hadn't it would have caused him more pain. So as he watched Arctic he felt that pain in his chest knowing that Arctic was in pain. He didn't like this feeling. Not at all.

Omsk watched as Siberia tried to run away. Then he glanced down at Saare. Quickly he ripped off the belt loops that she was holding. Before she could notice he was already chasing after Siberia. One because he didn't want her to leave. Two because she could freeze out here with the snow storm coming. He could feel it and knew that it would happen soon.

Arctic took in a deep and heavy inhale like he hadn't been breathing before giving a shuddering exhale. He gave a nod and closed his eyes - the lids on the other eye dropped on the fingers still resting in the empty socket. He leaned back and gently rubbed the tender sores in his eye socket, he calmed himself down for a moment before he pulled his fingers out. They were bloodied and messy with the scabs on his fingers. Chunks of dried blood was resting under his finger nails.

Saare got up and tackled him down again, grabbing his long silver white hair and yanking his head back with a malice look on her face. Reaching in her sweater dress she pulled out two daggers, "Don't make me stab your hands down." She said with an innocent grin, sitting on his back in a way that if she yanked him back she'd break his back.

Gently Alcatraz took Arctics hands in his. "You can't do that or it is going to get worse." Taking a rag he whipped the blood off of his hands. He then used his nails to get what he could out from under Arctic's. Setting down the cloth he looked at Arctic then at his phone. They had about five minutes before they landed. After that Alcatraz would have to drive them to the house. He would also have to figure out what Arctic would eat and get that. Also he would need to get clothes and anything else needed.

Omsk didn't move but looked at Saare from the corner of his eye. "You do know that she is going to freeze out there. It won't matter that she is Siberia. The cold will still get to her." He watched her closely from where he was. He truly didn't want Siberia hurt. So if he had to he would get Saare off of him. No matter what.

Arctic sniffled, his sight was still foggy and glazed - it was hard to see. But he wasn't letting the drops of water fall, he couldn't let his emotions over flow. "O-ok'y..." He said softly, letting his shaking hand get handled - he couldn't feel what the other was doing, so he had no idea the other was cleaning his hand. He sniffled a little more and leaned back in the chair, letting his hands rest on his lap, "I'm t'red..." He said softly, giving a small yawn and shudder - emotions wore him down.

Saare jerked his head back a little more, bending his spine just a little and tightening her thighs around the other. "No. You leave her alone, you'll hurt her." She said, her fingers tangling in his hairs.

Alcatraz sighed and looked at Arctic. "Just go to sleep. It will be good for you to rest." As Arctic went to sleep Alcatraz sat there and thought. Taking a deep breath he fixed his hair to make sure it covered the one eye. The plane was landing soon they would be one the ground. As soon as the plane landed Alcatraz glanced at Arctic to see of he was asleep. Seeing him with his eyes closed gently he picked him up and carried him off the plane. Someone held out his keys for him. It was his car keys plus the house key. Taking them he walked over the the car and set Arctic inside. Going to the other side he got in and started the car.

Omsk blinked slowly at her. "Why would I hurt her? I...like her. I like her a lot." As he said this he felt a burning in his cheeks realizing he was blushing he tried to will himself to stop. Siberia was his and no one else's. He liked her and didn't want her to freeze. Some how he was going to get Siberia to like him.

Hearing the car rumble - it took a few moments before he jolted to the feeling of it vibrating under him. Arctic instantly freaked out, if he were a cat his fur would be on end and his tail would so far up in the air it would rip out his spine and rib cage. Arctic instantly grabbed what he could, he grabbed the side of the car and dug his nail in. His other hand slammed onto the head rest behind Al's head, finger nails tearing the leather fabric while he began to breathe heavily. But he was breathing too fast - taking in too much air and not holding on to enough of it, breathing out too quickly to even allow his body to take in the oxygen.

"What? You don't even know her! Let alone that would be like incest - right? She's a part of Russia and so are you!" Saare said, wacking the back of his head, "Bad kitty!" She snapped at him, putting more of her weight on his back. And Saare was a little on the heavy side at that.

Alcatraz snapped his head in Arctic's direction. He was hyperventilating as he sat there. It looked like his nails had torn and ripped the leather. Looks like Alcatraz would have to get that fixed later. Quickly he gathered Arctic ion his arms and placed him in his lap. Holding him still he tried to calm him down as best as he could. "Breath Arctic. In and out. Come on calm down. Everything is OK. Nothing is going to hurt you I wont let it." He kept repeating those words trying to sooth Arctic enough for him to be able to breath properly.

Hissing Omsk bared his tiger like teeth at her. Growling out lowly his voice starting to turn rougher. "It would not be like incest. We are not related. Now get off of me." Getting tired of her sitting on him and yanking his hair he reached one hand back. Grabbing her hand that held his hair he yanked it away ignoring the pain of it. Throwing his head back he hit her in the face. Pushing her off he stood. "She will be mine." With that he took off after Siberia.

The feral ocean sat in his lap but burrowed in the other's grip and placed his face in the other's chest, shivering out of utter fear of the car. Alcatraz might as well get his car Arctic-Proofed before even daring to set the scared person in his car, looking at the other's stomach he reached down and gently poked it. He was too skinny to even try and poke his stomach, but due to that entire seal pup he ate earlier, there was a little bulge in his stomach where the food was. But if you looked at him from a side view it was easy to see he still looked to skinny. At least playing with the other's softer stomach would take his mind off of the car, keep his mind off topic and focused on something and you were good to go.

Saare glared and held both smaller hands to her face with a frown on her face, she was too big to chase after the other. Unlike Siberia, Saare was more on the...large side. Sure people said curvy to make her feel better but she didn't see it like that, Moldova didn't help the situation either... She sighed and got up before chasing after him, but was lagging behind.

Alcatraz felt something touch his stomach. Glancing down he saw that Arctic was now poking his stomach. Shaking his head he looked away. He was calmer now not trying to tear the seats up and was starting to breath normal. If it kept him calm then Alcatraz didn't really care or mind. "I'm going to start driving do don't freak out ok." Slowly he started to drive. Once it looked like Arctic wasn't going to start having another panic attack he picked up spead. Now driving like he normally would. So over the spead limit by a lot. He had looked at the directions that were given to him. Following the directions he estimated that it would take about twenty to thirty minutes to get to the house. But with the way he drives it might only take about fifteen.

Omsk made his way out of the cave. He paused once out of it and decided to turn into his tiger self. It only took a few seconds until he was in his tiger form. Lowering his head he tried to catch her scent. Finding it he took off in that direction. The tiger fur was white and blended in the the area. He ran as fast as he could wanting to catch Siberia before she could get away.

Arctic sat there with his knees to his chest - he was a tall person but could easily make himself smaller with how thin he was. You could almost say he had the body of an anorexic woman - only differences? He was male, that's for one - and his frame was bigger so he was more over linky than anything. But it was just a comparison, no big deal in looking to hard at the details about it. His shoulders were hunched forwards - almost in the way enough he could rest his head there, his back was arched out with his spine jutting from his skin and easily being seen through the thick fabric, and his legs were firmly against his upper body - he was now about the size of your average ten year old curled up. Maybe a bit bigger since he was - after all - about seven feet and something inches.

Limping in each step she took during her fast run, Siberia gave off heavy pants while the snow began to fall in thick quilts. Only in her bare tank top and pants - she hurried off to avoid anything, but she knew that crazed tiger was on her trail, survival of the fittest it was then... scanning around for a carcass of any kind - she ran towards it or butchered an animal for herself and smeared the guts and insides of the dead animal all over her skin to hide from any danger. Once that was done - the deer was dragged away to be hidden while he dashed off again.

Alcatraz looked about the window. His eyes scanning for the house. Finally seeing it he started to drive faster over to it. Pulling in the drive way he turned the car off and put his keys in his pocket. Opening the door he waited for Arctic to get off of him. When he didn't Alcatraz looked down and saw him just sitting there. "Come on. We are at the house." Again Arctic didn't move from his spot in his lap. Sighing he lifted Arctic up and just carried him to the house. Using the key that was given to him he unlocked the door. Walking in he clised the door with his foot. Once inside he again tried to set Arctic down.

Omsk ran through the snow. His paws made no sound as he ran. She was close he could smell it. Blinking he lifted his nose to scent the air. As soon as he did his pupils dilated.it smelt like deer blood and it was fresh. Him having tiger instincts were not helping. The tiger part wanted to follow the scent of blood. While the human part said to keep looking for Siberia. Lifting his head again he scented the air. And when he did it made him pause. There was a faint other smell. One that he almost missed because it was so faint and covered up. It was Siberia's scent. His human mind put two and two together and understood what she had done. She thought she could get away from him. Well she was mistaken. With that he began to follow the new scent.

Arctic felt the floor - but wasn't used to hard wood and began to get scared and claw his way up Alcatraz's arms to latch to him like a baby koala would to its mother, getting panicked by the feel and how hot it was - in comparison to how cold he normally felt things. And besides, his legs had previously been mauled by bears, it was hard for him to walk around on his own, he'd end up staying in one spot until Al offered to move him. But as of now - he just clung to younger man's chest - gripping his back hard enough to cut fabrics and skin.

Siberia looked to a tree and paused, snapping a branch and making a splint for her leg before dashing off again - glancing around while keeping her breathing to a minimal so she wouldn't be given away. Climbing a dead tree would be good for her and bad for Omsk since it would break under his weight. Good, good - go there. Siberia ran to a dead tree and started to crawl up the tree with pursed lips, getting thirty three feet up in the air.

Alcatraz hissed at the feeling of Arctic's nails digging into his skin. Deciding that it might just be easier to just let carry him. sighing he began to walk around the house. First the main floor and then upstairs. Later he would have to check out the hidden rooms. But he would have to wait until he was alone to do that. Going back down stairs he went to the living room. Going over he sat down on one of the leather sofa's. A large flat screen tv hung on the wall.

Omsk sniffed the air. Pausing he changed directions and headed towards an area that was covered in old dead trees. Stalking forward he made sure to not make any noise. As he walked he tried to stay as hidden as possible. Finding the tree she was up he growled to himself. He couldn't climb it. The branches would break under his weight. Sitting he sat down under the tree with narrowed eyes. He could wait his fur would protect him from the cold. But she would have to come down soon. Before she could see him he quickly went to a bunch of fallen branches a few feet away and hide behind them.

Arctic clung on the entire time until they finally sat down - then the ocean slowly crawled off and onto the cool leather. It didn't take long until he was used to the soft item and laid down on his side, curling into himself while he watched around the building to understand it a bit more. It was a home of some sort - not the kind he was used to though. It was stable and hot there too...


Siberia panted faintly and curled her legs around the tree and her arms as well - sitting on a stable branch and keeping herself supported there while she waited and waited. She could stay up here as long as she needed...the false warmth the snow would bring would be perfectly fine for her, she'd get over it...