Shadow Of The Past

[Serg]

The sun was just setting, creating a fiery glow that spread across the entire western sky, the red light retreating slowly as the red disc of the sun sunk deeper and deeper into the horizon, the darkness and the cool chill of twilight growing stronger and stronger every minute.

The setting-sun set a-light the murky depths of the Sarnes marshlands, giving them a new light and a new beauty.

A black shadow moved amongst the shrubs and the plants that thrived on the edge of the marshes, a shadow that had once treaded here many times before, he didn't even need to scent for where the border was he knew where it was already, he had patrolled it enough times.

Serg halted before the border, amber eyes that stood out from the matt-black of his pelt surveyed the land before him. He hadn't expected to miss Sarnes, in his heart the muscular warrior had always been a Balkar. It had been his dream since he had been a young proud and arrogant youth to join the Balkar's ranks, and he had succeeded in doing so. Rising in the ranks had not exactly been part of his plans. And Sarnes had been a surprise that had happened before he even seemed to aware of it.

Serg growled deeply, drinking in the scents of the marshlands. No, he had not expected to miss this place. Part of him found it amusing that out of both the packs he had belonged to, Sarnes was the one he came back to first. He was too proud to go back to the Balkar first, even if he had had a good reason for leaving.

For right before he had left, he had taken something from another pack. Something from one of his enemies. A pup. A pup that had probably been forgotten about now. But the pup's time would come soon enough. Serg however, was still uncertain about his place now, in both of his former packs. Ziev would have taken up his place as First in the Balkar, that was for sure. But here, in Sarnes, things were uncertain. He had no idea about what the current hierarchy would be like, and absolutely no idea about how the vargs of Sarnes would react to his return.

Raising his coal-black muzzle to the darkening skies, Serg let out a howl, one that he had spent too long waiting to release. Then, without waiting a moment longer, he sunk his clawed paws into the mud of Sarnes, and waded in. He knew where he was going now, to the caverns. He may have been a shadow from the past, but he still believed he belonged to this pack.

[Emberlily]

The blood red sky reflected upon the gloomy white of snow. Or what was left of it. The rain that had fallen a day earlier had chipped away at the snow that lay across the marshy swamplands. The eerie bog that was continuously shrouded in fog had been alot warmer because of the peat moss and rotting vegetation and so the waters of the everglades had been frozen only in sections.

A white figure raised her head, her body flaunted in a way that she could have balanced elegantly atop the ice. It was wearing thin and though the temptress was quite welcome to the marshy and hell painted waters, she was in no mood for an icy dive.

A deep howl was heard. Making EL shake her hackles raised as she had almost forgotten her situation. Upon remembering her body gave a jolt to once again regain her balance. Lips lifting in an annoying growl she leapt from her icy perch. Her claws scraped the icy slush below as she made for the bank in another few short bounds, her paws still managing to bring in the cold water as it tickled her stilts. It no longer bothered the femur as there was something much more interesting that leeched at her attention.

The Craeft slithered on, snake like motions bringing her nearer to her meal, as her tongue flickered as if testing the air. She was heading towards the border, the direction of the howl. Now there were many options that this situation could bring at hand. The howl could be nothing more then a ally. Or it could be another one of those cocky know-it-alls who thought they could call Sarnes a shelter for a day.

Ember neared, her visionaries keen as they glimmered emerald gold. There standing with regal poise was a raven black dragga.
Ember eyed him, still too far to make out any familiar features. The varg didnt seem out of place. He would be here for a reason. Perhaps he was balkar sent. Not long after his howl, he had begun now to tread deeper into the marshes. Ember watched as he slid through the mud with ease. He was used to this terrain, it was so. For the ones that were wary of the mud would walk with a lame style. Banner swept to the side as the beridan drew closer, and with shocking realization it came into view that this was the former First!

Optics flew open as the third of the nightmare trio slithered forth, stopping when she blocked the path of the trekking dragga. "Do I spy with my little eye... my dragga and his return?

[Serg]

The ice-cold mud sucked the warmth out of his paws, but that mattered not. He had been through worse. Nostrils flared and black pupils narrowed as they caught sight of a white figure. Recognition sparked, he remembered this faemme, though she had been much younger when they had first met. But a lot changes with time, and Serg had yet to find out about all sorts of changes that hd happened.

A slight smirk worked at the corner of his maw, though nevr quite managed to spark into a full smile. "Hello Ember." Serg flicked his blackened tail, at least the surrounding lands did not seem to have changed, but circumstances do. "What have I missed then?" He growled, not caring if his impatience showed to know the situation of these lands, and the surrounding pack territories. Serg had never been much of a varg for manners and idle chit-chat anyway. "Have things been horridly quiet? Or have I been missing out on lots of fun?" Amber eyes sparked. It had been too long since he had fought with any varg that hadn't been a wandering kerl, he was missing, no, craving, the blood and the challenge of a proper fight. Before he had left he had been planning mischeif, and the plan was long in the making. He only wondered if the vargs of Sarnes had been having any fun of their own lately.


- no time to pad it out or add any more. gotta go. sorry

[Emberlily]

EmberLily took a few steps towards the obsidian mascu, her lily-white banner giving a swish as she grinned. True she had grown from a foolish whelp. Though it joyed the vixen to know that the dragga that welcomed the little serpent had indeed remembered who she was. Pink tongue swept across black lips as she heard him question her. "You've missed quite the entertainment" she spoke as she too ka seat upon the mud andsnow terrain.

Fun. she loved that word. How it hold so many different meanings. But she shook the fantasies away from her gutter ridden mind as her emerald gold orbs blinked "With your absense came the raise of Ziev and Shunke. The presence of Eveline has not been known nor found for many a moons. We were able to drive out and erase this pirate pack. It is also good to know that Gryffin of List is now their drappa.... The traitor Cwen is now dead, but so awaits the fall of her pack Ge rad and her mate, the king of mutss, Draeg." Ember rambled on, there could have been more but she could not be assed to continue.

Ember grinned though as she brought her optics up to meet the larger mascu "Though you might be interested in knowing of the raid we've planned for Ge rad, its meant to be rather tasty"

[is this before or after the ge rad thing, f after i'll edit my post]

[Serg]

ooc: sorry for taking so long.



Amber eyes flashed with intrigue at the mention of entertainment. He knew he would have missed something, that was one thing about these lands, either nothing at all was happening, or everything was happening all at once. A deep rumble built up in his throat, impatient now for the news of what he might have missed, although a voice in the back of his mind reassured him that his diappearance to train the GeRad runt had been worth it. He had been quite proud to make something out of nothing. But he could do no more, and the only way Zeth would make anything more of himself now, was for him to weedle his way into the ranks of the Balkar.

Serg nodded, he had known Ziev would have taken his place as First. And he had also known that Eveline would probably never come back. Growling deeply to himself, his amber eyes flared. Not that she was welcome anymore in his eyes. It hurt his pride that he had been allowed to be charmed by that snake. But now his mind was true, and his intentions clear. This time, if the vargs of Sarnes would welcome him back, he would not fail them as a Dragga.

Serg's black ears perked at the mention of Cwen. So, that bitch was finally dead was she? He laughed. "She died? And had the cheek to die at someone else's claws but mine?" He lowered his head and took one step forward, white teeth flashing as he spoke and pinky tongue emerging to lick his coal black muzzle. "Tell me, who had the final pleasure of tasting her last blood?"

Then, there was this mention of the fall of GeRad. Now this was something he had to get in on. Grinning wryly he flicked his blackened tail in glee. "Then I managed to return just at the right time then. For I have been itching for blood and gore, and the promise of carnage. The lands I have been in are depraved of those who put up at least a decent fight. Although I somehow doubt that any of the GeRad runts will be able to surpass the efforts of the emanciated kerls who have been my only sport the past few moons." Serg laughed, not a very pleasant sound, for it contained no joy. "Ah, that news makes me very happy indeed."

[Emberlily]

A pink tongue swiped across ember's black lips as emerald gold eyes watched the large dragga with keen interest at his reactions to her little report. black tipped ears twitched as she heard his reply.

Ember paused now taking in the question fully, she would leave no details and tell the black brute as much as her slippery tongue knew. "It was difficult to say actually. I've heard many versions of such event. Some say that the wench was killed by a large demon wolf, a monster of some sort. Some say a large male kerl and some say wolfbane himself. Tongues hiss that Only Draeg himself witnessed such a banquet. More accurate versions say that wolfbane was sent by the hag Nocturnia to kill Cwen. But why the demon god would deliver such a gift to the pilgrim is beyond me." Ember finished with a click of her tongue. And the snake thought it strange herself. She did not believe that the demon god would offer such a gift. Needless to say she wished that he would have let the wench suffer longer. Or at least leave her life in the jaws of one of Sarnes and if it didn't perhaps at the mercy of the balkan.

Ember nodded, excitement thrilling through her torso as she thought of the littlep arty she was cordially invited too. "We are to meet at moon rise with Ziev and the nighthunters. It will be fun indeed."

With Serg's description it didnt seem like he ran off to any place exciting at all. Though curiosity of where the Dragga had vanished to remained black and empty in Ember's bank of knowledge. And even so she only tickled at the idea of asking him where he had gone, if at all.. Perhaps it was not her place and in doing so the beta gave a light fan of her tail, ears limp as she spoke "If only to feed my taste of curiosity Serg, where were these lands you speak about and why?" She asked as emerald and gold eyes blinked in anticipation of his unknown answer

[Serg]

Serg frowned, then grunted. "If she was killed by Wolfbane herself, then I have no argument, for who am I to wish I had had the meal of the Evil One? But then again, if it was just a meagre kerl, then shame on her for dying in such a manner. Ha, and I hope she feels the shame of being killed by a kerl in the afterlife." Serg growled, the name Nocturnia rung a bell, but he had never met the varg. "Well, the bitch is dead, and that's all that matters. So long as she died in pain, shame that the runt Draeg was there though, I would have liked to have thought that she died alone... although, him seeing one of his bitches die would be..." Serg licked his lips greedily, "painful." He smirked.

Serg inhaled sharply, ah, a joint attack with the Balkar was it? His upper lip twitched, wondering what his former Second would make of seeing his return. Serg shrugged, he had to find out at some point. It might aswell be when they were both focused on other things. Amber eyes sparked at the thought of fighting alongside his old pack again. No matter what he was officially, Serg was a Balkar at heart, and nothing any varg would say could make him think otherwise. "At moonrise eh? I'm sure to be there."

Serg chuckled and winked knowingly. "Ah, the place is of no importance. But the last word is the only one that matters." He stared at the faemme for a second, considering, he wouldn't let on all of his plan, no, but some of it wouldnt hurt. "Suffice to say, that the reason I left was to ensure pain and revenge on a certain unworthy Dragga and Drappa. Of course, now my revenge on the Drappa has been deprived of me, I shall have to make do with making sure that Draeg feels the pain twice as much."

[Emberlily]

The white snake grinned her eyes blinking slowly as she listened to the dragga's words. With a grinning nod she agreed. Though Serg would not know of Nocturnia. A bear like baffoon that had been beta male of Dreogan, the pirate pack that had recently shown face. They had taken into credit of being the pack that would kidnap from others. Or something of the sort. Ember smirked inwardly, they were more than easy to vanquish from the realms of Translavania, into nothing more than a distant memory, or a tick clinging on a kerls pelt.

"he was granted to the delight of watching dear Cwen's head to be crushed into nothingness. Or so i've heard"
Ember spoke, her head nodding as she observed her draggas expression to the news of the attack on Ge rad. Ember suspected that the former First might dwell on thoughts of his former Second and how they would react to his reappearence after so many moons. "Marvelous, this party is sure to be quite the bang" the serpent smirked as Serg began to answer her own questions

Her expression did not change from their curious state. She was intrested on what this thing Serg had planned was. But whatever it was Ember was sure that it would come out to be quiet brilliant though painful to its victim, and either way the craeft will have to wait, she didnt expect Serg would reveal his little secret just yet.

[Serg]

Serg laughed, so Draeg had watched one of his precious mates die. Good! The more pain that was inflicted upon the amber runt the better. "It is shameful that one such as he became Dragga in the first place..." he growled, almost to himself. "But then again, that just reflects on how weak a pack like GeRad is." Black lips curled into a malicious grin. "And they shall be ours for the crushing... little little bugs." He chuckled.

Serg noted Ember's unchanging state of curiosity and he smiled knowingly. "No worries my little Craeft, you will find out soon. We shall have our little party with GeRad, and so long as Draeg does not die just yet, he will enter the afterlife in pain and sorrow, not happy to be, reunited with the bitch Cwen, but wishing things were different." Serg shrugged. "Then again, I could be wrong, and he still might welcome death." Serg shook his head, "The pathetic sikla" he grumbled.

But no, surely, once he had heard that his missing son was still alive, Draeg would want to try and rescue him, or at least, convert him to the "good side" .... whatever that was meant to be. A loser like Draeg would surely not give up on his family of whelps, it seemed to be important to him somehow, and for some strange reason.

[Emberlily]

Emberlily watched the brute with eyes of curiosity as his words just seemed to fuel her excitement and readiness to launch the plan into full force. A pink tongue swiped her lips as she grinned.

Ember gave a small grunt of a growl as he told some and hid some. Frustrated in a sense of having to wait to see the little plan he hid only made the young Craeft all the more anxious. But she kenw that was all she would recieve from the Dragga. "If you say so Serg she spoke with a flicker of her right ear. She nodded before beginning to pad towards the thicket, "I shall let you prepare my dragga. and we shall meet at the borders come moonrise. Adieu for now" the devious wench smirked giving a wink and a wave of her ivory banner before padding into the shadows.

(i guess we should end it eh? unless you want to continue it with another idea, then I'll edit it or sometihng