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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
Posts: 318
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Victor
Feb 6, 2007 17:58:44 GMT -5
Post by Emberlily on Feb 6, 2007 17:58:44 GMT -5
Ember's giggles began to subside as she began to recover from her little ordeal. A laughing matter that wasn't all that funny. With the gurgling chuckles gone the slender femme padded up to Zukozu, placing a paw on her thigh before pulling her muzzle closer, giving a sniff, the scent of mud and blood gave out quite the aroma, and somehow EL found this quite funny. Giggles erupting once again she gave a hiss before slithering back to Shunke's side with a swish of her ivory banner.
What seemed to be mad ramblings from her Anwelda only managed to tickle Ember's ears. But with the talk of Gerad becoming savage she looked, emerald-gold eyes giving a blink of amusement and curiosity. "I spose as the saying goes, If yah cant beat em join em. And in Gerads case the mutts of the brood decided to tag along our little bandwagon. Though ember lily did not know what Shunke was truly thinking, nor how the 'ivory mann' had any relation to Shunke. Either way it was all the same. All the same belly rubbing leeches.
Ember then grinned, her lips curling in an excited smirk broadened on her lips. "ooohh I believe its about timee The femme grinned, completely missing the look of doubt and confusion that decorated the expressions of Dane.
EL's attention was lulled back by the gurgling of the blood splattered femme. She watched with a contemptuous grin. And when she spoke of some runt the giggles of EL rose in crescendo. "So little lost hope, you expecting a whelp to protect you from the mean old dogs now? The lily-toned femur gave a gasp of laughter. Grinning she turned, her eyes then catching the shadows of a masculine brute. "Aw we have visitors" The femur smirked before padding forward. Her eyes spotted out the First, Ziev, Followed by his little minions, The bear Carnage and the wicked Carcharoth. though who they were hardly cared as their names couldn't be recognized in the vixen's memory.
To Zievs words Ember only smirked. The taunts and jests thrown at Sarnes hardly tickled her nerve for hardly anyone admired them nor their swampy home. "Oh Ziev, we're only looking out for the well being of you. Surely you wouldn't want to miss out on such fun? I'm sure you're desiring a little taste, zest...excitement to your boring old lives. And Besides, you wouldn't want us to be selfish now would you? And not share a little treat..
EL watched with a silent smirk as the night hunters observed the mangled femur, teasing and taunting her with their own malicious words. She watched as the Fae's lips twitched with anger and ferocity but her body chose otherwise, and remain in her stagnant pose. Perhaps that was for the best... for now at least. But with the words out from the balkars mouths came the curiosity for who exactly this misfit of a wench was. Surely this was not the niece of her great Dragga Serg? But from the balkars point of view, this femme could very well be. Disgusting came a whisper in Ember's mind, though the resemblance, now that EL thought about it, was uncanny, and almost a mirror-image. But what did it matter? It was now that she cared about as she looked up to the night hunters, watching as they studied the situation at hand. El looked to Shunke before turning towards the direction where she felt eyes at the back of her head. Emerald-gold optics found its match, her lips giving a lopsided smirk as her own gaze landed on the Second.
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Dane
Sikla
Shattered Nieten of Sarnes
You called me out; I shrugged you off.
Posts: 161
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Victor
Feb 6, 2007 23:25:15 GMT -5
Post by Dane on Feb 6, 2007 23:25:15 GMT -5
((Just for the record, Dane doesn't have a lil' "voice" or anything, he's not a crazy Varg. He's just debating with himself in his mind, the two sides of the story if you will))
His blood froze as the ebony Faemme mentioned The Balkar. As if on cue, a well-rounded Mann of both muscle and stealth padded through the door, sending his nerves on edge and his hackles bristling. Cold sapphiric eyes seemed to bore straight into his soul, as if to tell him that he truly didn't belong there, that he had made some grave mistake that he would soon end up regretting dearly. He himself had begun to wonder, even before the brute had entered the once safe-feeling abode, whether or not he really belonged.
Not a few feet behind the coal pelted First entered a Varg of gigantic proportions with a stunning pelt of onyx and flame. On his face he wore a malicious grin that did little to mask the inner workings of his evil mind. Dane tried to hide the horror of realization that was bubbling up inside of him, but could not stop his dual-colored orbs from growing wide with terror. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so afraid, or even let the expression leak to the outside for that matter. Balkar, in his pack lands! He never thought he'd see the day when he'd have to come face to face with them, not to mention what he was about to get himself into...
"The Balkar killed my family..."
The voice of his only friend, Dakota, ran through his mind like a recording he couldn't turn off. How would he ever be able to tell him that he had joined a pack that allied themselves with the very group that had taken his family from him? It was a mistake! A very grave mistake! he screamed to himself in an attempt to make him believe. But this is your home! Your one chance to fit in again! Besides... he has forgotten you, the green-eyed Mann. What's to keep you from doing the same? As much as he hated to admit it, it was probably true. Although he had seen Dakota a few suns before, something in him had changed. It was as if meeting Dane again was an unpleasant surprise; perhaps the feeling of guilt plagued the ebon Mann because he hadn't anticipated reuniting with Dane so soon, or ever again? If Dakota had forgotten, why shouldn't he be able to move on with his life as well?
As he was debating these thoughts in his head, he was brought back to reality by the deep, strong voices of the Balkan warriors, belittling his pack and the members within. Yes, it was time to move on with his live, but was this really the answer? Eying the other inhabitants of the cave, it seemed no one else had a problem with the new visitors, but still, his instinct told him to run. The den was now filled with the foggy haze of blood, masking the senses and threatening to turn the trapped Varg into true blood-thirsty animals. This thought, paired with the fact that members of The Balkar had just arrived, was more than Dane could take. Slowly, he began to creep backwards, inching his way out of the den and hoping when no one would notice, when suddenly... He made the mistake of backing into someone. It felt like he had accidentally hit the unyielding form of the cave wall, but upon whipping himself around, he found himself staring up at another of The Night Hunters; A Mann perhaps even larger than the black and orange fiend who had entered before. A poison green eye flickered dangerously in his direction as the other, a milky white, simply rolled about in its socket. Mouth gaping open, he could think of nothing to do or say; he was frozen in place. The others continued their almost friendly chatter as he was only able to look around in awe and horror at the three new additions to his life story and ponder what he was going to do.
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Victor
Feb 11, 2007 21:26:04 GMT -5
Post by Shunké on Feb 11, 2007 21:26:04 GMT -5
Looking upon the molten mann, the only mann currently in the pack, Shunké could sense the confusion welling up in him. ‘You’re loosing him… He’s going to turn and abandon this hell hole. You know it, I know it, he knows it. You wont be able to keep him under your wing, safe from the realization of the world outside. You wait, he’s going to wake up, soon enough…’ For the sake of Dane’s sanity, Shunké did not reply, nor even growl in response. Instead, she had begun to near him, thinking what she was going to say to him now, since it was only her brainwashing that had let him join in the first place. After all, Sarnes was looking empty right about then, and Dane had been a perfect candidate. He had fallen right into Sarnes, as Shunké had taken almost a mother-like role with Dane. “don’t’ second guess yourself, it will only do more damage,” was all the fae said, for now.
Her auds had rounded on little Zukozu, as she spoke of the Balkar. “With luck. The Balkar has been Sarnes’ allies since before my time, and I’m sure they are dying to get a piece of Ge-Rad meat also,” Shunké smiled maliciously. “And Ember, why not let the little whelp join our party? After all, there’s no better teaching method than first hand experience.”
Bicolor orbs rounded as her auds took on the new vocals that had seemed to suddenly surround her, as her nares flared and hackles prickled. The scents of the draggas had entered, intoxicating the air that the femme had breathed. The fae’s stance seemed to stiffen, as she took in the sight of the First, closely followed by the second and the third. No Balkar had made an appearance since the disappearance of the former first, Serg. Now, however, called for new times, and the Balkar was now in the capable paws of Ziev, a dragga Shunké had met before on enemy territory, though only in the passing. “What’s the matter? Forget how to knock?” Shunké sneered interestingly at the black mann, reminding him just exactly where he was. True, they were allies, and the Balkar were always welcome, but she’d be damned if they were just to come in here and take charge. They might be feared, hated, even awed; but on these lands, it was she, Shunké who was the leader her. ‘I’d be careful if I were you, that orange brute looks like he’s hungry,’ Tarquin snickered, obviously amused about how poorly Shunké was handling the situation at hand.
Eyeing a particular large brute, one who’s fur consisted of both the night and a dying Fenris, Shunké raised her head before stepping in front of the fallen fae, now facing the oddly colored dragga. He had been eyeing Zukozu with a particular glint in his lantern eyes, looking like he wanted nothing more than to tear into the black fae’s bloodied body. “Sorry, but Varg isn’t on the menu, not here at least.” Shunké growled to the male, narrowing her oculars. “Save your appetite for later, I’m sure you’d much rather enjoy the meat off of the Ge-Radians,” she finished, flashing her crimson hued daggers in a small smirk.
But the arrival of the great warriors of the Balkans had gave the timid molten male a startle, as Shunké caught his movement out of the corner of her eye. He was more nervous now, Shunké could tell, and she racked her brain for the conversation she had before he joined. She couldn’t really remember, but Dane had been skittish on learning of the allied Balkar. Now was the time for coddling. However, once again as she had begun to approach him, he had begun to back up, right into the varg Shunké knew to be Carcharoth. This varg, the Second, look particularly aggressive and powerful, even with his blind eye. It was obvious he was experienced, and was one not to mess with. “If you don’t mind, Carcharoth, kindly close your maw. You’re scarring Dane,” Shunké said simply without thinking, motioning Dane forward. “don’t worry, he’s only here to help, nothing more. You’re perfectly safe, just as long as you stick by me, kid. This is the only place that you‘ll really be safe from the Balkar. After all, Ember was right. If you can‘t beat them, join them. And trust me, with the Balkar on your side- you‘re basically invisible” Shunké cooed in the mann’s ear, reassuring him with a closing lick. With luck, he would realize that it was with Sarnes, that he would benefit the most.
“Now, Ziev, you want to get this party started? Help us penetrate the Ge-Rad boarder, and I assure you, your thirst will be quenched.”
//Sorry, kinda crappy, but I've found time to reply, even though I'm sick.//
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Victor
Feb 15, 2007 8:23:26 GMT -5
Post by Carcharoth on Feb 15, 2007 8:23:26 GMT -5
The seductive serpent gaze of Ember Lily fell onto his own eyes and she passed him a lopsided grin. His dark sneer grew broader and he lowered his muzzle slightly, perking up his single aud. He was entranced by her malicious beauty, enticed by her sickly scent. But his attention was wavered as he felt another back up into his bulk. Blinking in bemusement he flashed a glare down at the younger male who was clearly terrified to be in this situation. A flash of amusement flickered in his emerald hue, his milky white orb staring straight into the freaked out mind of Dane. His lips twitched into the beginnings of a snarl as his nose curled back to reveal glistening canines and two rows of incisors. Carcharoth was a menacing opponent, especially to those who already feared his appearance greatly. This was just a bit of fun. Taking a step towards the cowering beast, Carch growled deeply, his enormous chest rumbling with the sound. "Watch where you step kid, you might just happen to tread upon the toes of a nasty monster," he threatened darkly, eyes glowing in the dim light. His aud flicked suddenly to the side as the voice of Shunké reached it. Peering up at her defensive and dominant form he replaced his snarl with a malicious grin, a chuckle now shaking his grotesque form. "As you say little miss," he growled in response, taking a step back from Dane, yet not before throwing him another wicked glance. Returning back to a relaxed position, he subtly peered over the congregation once more and laid his good eye upon the form of Ember.
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Victor
Feb 18, 2007 22:42:54 GMT -5
Post by Captain Z on Feb 18, 2007 22:42:54 GMT -5
//could be better\\
The winter winds ripped through the atrocious swamplands and spiraled into the caverns, bringing the dreadful stench of the swamp with them, as the frigid sensation tore through the obsidian coat of the night hunter. The phantom mists sifted through the darkness into the cavern of Sarnes. The lightness of the day providing only the faintest light in the chasm called home to these animals, as it fell into the saphiric hues, and the split jagged ivory line between the onyx maw of the First. Serenaded by the twisted and forgetten wolves of the valley, the First smiled, as he was presented the knife to lead his onyx tipped claws into the hearty, tender, and affectionate pack of Ge-Rad. Hmm. Ge-Rad, yes, he knew Ge-Rad, and that bold arrogant casualty named Draeg, as well as his two prized royal faemmes and their many suck ups. As if on cue, the hackles of the first rose, as his blood lined with a rush of adrenaline for hate. He’d love to take a second shot at the wimp, and maybe with his boys, as well as Sarnes, he’d be able to stick it straight to the conceited and snobbish pack of runts that Draeg dragged along with him.
The First loved the attention he was given as he settled sweetly beside the shredded faemme, sinking his teeth into the aging ivory fragments of a herla’s arched ribcage, his ivory smiling into the darkness. Although he could only benefit from such action, he loved how they wished him to lead, in the eyes of only a roughed up cub. “I seem more of a Koran-hater, shucks.” The First smirked to Ember and Shunke. “Nah, don’t worry about me baby, fun and zest are made from little runts like this one straying around the woodlands.” The saphiric gaze shot at the related descendant to Serg, before he returned to the amusement of the ivory ribcage wearing away between his obsidian knives.
“Awh, your pleads are so sweet and sincere. Hold you to your word and I’ll give you the war you want tonight.” The First rose to his fours, his tone a little more serious and true. After such sweet talk of revenge, he couldn’t help but think how he wasn’t allowed to lay claw on the amber dragga in the Listern mountains. Forget the little runt, this was more of a personal affair. Stick it to the dragga of two mates, and devastate his life and reputation. He’d do it himself. And since his claws had to be kept from the amber Dragga in List, he could drag List into a battle from which they could learn the lesson to never tread on the Balkar. “ Don’t worry baby, you can give me a treat a little later eh,” The first smirked at Ember, before dropping a quick nod to the Second and Lead Lacan before straying back out into the abyss of Sarnes’ phantom. “Bring your best, and bring them across the river under the night’s light. Find me there with my warriors and List’s and you’ll get what you want.” The wind swept past the obsidian dragga as he stepped into the impartial light. “You’ll get what you want so long as you stay away from what’s mine.”
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Victor
Feb 22, 2007 2:18:15 GMT -5
Post by Carnage on Feb 22, 2007 2:18:15 GMT -5
Not long after he entered the cave, he was followed by a hulking mass of muscle and sagging skin; The Second of The Balkar. Sickly looking though he was, he was gargantuan in size, and the inside of the cave automatically shrank as he entered, adding to the lack of space Carnage had helped to fill. As was custom for the half-blind brute, he had his one good eye set lustfully upon the elegant form of Ember Lily. Casting his shining gaze back to the wounded Zukozu, the scent of her open sores tempted him to dig right into her flesh and feast away, as if she were nothing more than a half-dead Herla. What good was she, anyhow? The no-good whelp who obsessed over her missing Uncle- one who's greatness was a thing of the past. But no, this was no time to turn on eachother. They were amongst friends of sorts here, ones that would provide them with a good excuse to go out and cause suffering- not that they ever needed justification to do so.
Turning away from the ebon bitch with a low growl, his attention was directed once again in the direction of Carcharoth and a smaller Varg- a runt of Sarnes and a new one at that, from the way he was acting. He looked scared, petrified even, perhaps astonished at the presence of such fierce warriors, and in such a small space, too! Being forced up against the bulk of The Second would be enough to make anyone's skin crawl. Chuckling to himself, he snapped his iron jaws close to the face of the youngster after Carch had finished his words, probably terrifying him behind all reason. Not a moment after though, the Drappa of Sarnes had made obvious her distaste for such actions, and heeding her words, he decided that it would be best to stop, but not before giving the tri-colored Mann a devious glare from the corner of his eye, his smile still playing on his lips.
The Anwelda of Sarnes wasn't much to look at. Matted fur clung to her emaciated frame, doing her no justice whatsoever. She had guts though, he had to give her that, and why shouldn't she? As disappointing as Sarnes was, it was expected of them to at least be able to take care of themselves, something that would require a pinch of bravery and individuality. Not to mention she was just a little twisted, as if that was right enough to earn her the Drappa position. Now she was calling on The Balkar, asking for their help. Pathetic? Perhaps. But it would get them out of the territory at least, provide a bit of much needed action.
The First had preoccupied himself with a bone in the corner of the cave, looking much distracted from the other inhabitants, but his calculating mind was still much focused on the matter at hand. He could tell that he was just itching to take GeRad, they all were, if not but for the sake of something to do, to taste blood on their tongues again, to feel the crunch of bone between their jaws. As Ziev made his exit, he followed his lead. "Looks like we'll be seeing you later... if you think you can handle it" he chuckled to the Sarnes Varg before following Ziev out of the cave, sneering at Dane as he strode by.
((Ack. Badbadbad! Last minute decision to post, sorry it sucks.))
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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
Posts: 318
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Victor
Mar 8, 2007 16:54:52 GMT -5
Post by Emberlily on Mar 8, 2007 16:54:52 GMT -5
Emerald gold pools still held its lock with that of a single emerald orb. The vixen smirked as she managed to bat a playful eyelash towards the balkar brute, drowning in his stare. The porcelain figure grinned as she watched Dane back up unsuspectingly his expression confused by the sudden appearance of the balkar boys. Ember gave him what could be picked off as a sympathetic look, but it was short lived as Shunke rushed in to soothe the adolescent. Like a mother cooing to her child, bribing him with whatever she had in hand. Ember gave a grin before returning her attention back onto the First, her serpentine orbs unable to ignore the brute's saphiric optics.
The fae unconsciously licked her lips as she watched the rib that lay perfectly between the jaws of the night hunter. The lily-white vixen listened to his words, black tipped ears giving a slight twitch to acknowledge to the consent given. Beautiful. Taking a step sideways she watched as the First rose to his stilts, as he made his exit. Ember Lily smirked, her lips upturned with a devious grin as hidden thoughts tickled her mind. with a sweep of her tassel she parted her lips "Well then darlin' I hope you have a sweet tooth" The serpent cooed as she turned padding towards Zukozu and Dane. With another blinks all she saw now were the silhouetted forms of the retreating Night hunters.
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