The Meeting. [Tarkah & All Warriors Of Koran]

[† Demon †]

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A sun-kissed shimmer had awoken the valley this morning. The sunrise filtered over the terrain of Koran with a slight tease to its kin. Sleeping birds slowly began their lazy tunes as a light breeze took ahold of the still air above. Most packs would still be alseep during this time of the sun, yet Demon had a plan; a plot with a mission.

Treading around restlessly, she could no longer feel the sleepiness in her body; being up since before dawn, the she wolf had given her plan much thought. Glancing up to where the sun witheld in the sky, she sat with unease at the meeting grounds.

Flicking her ebony tassle with light drops, her optics were tinged with a sick amusement. Litle triggers of sadistic nature had given her a sort of glow; eerie yet superior in a way. "Come on..." she growled to herself angrilly; no longer in the mood to wait.

Suddenly, her signal came. A crow passed over the rising sun, spreading a shadow over her farcade for a brief second or so. "Thank Tor..!" she exclaimed under her breath. Giving no second thoughts to her following actions; the she wolf rose from her position and arched her mighty neck.

Using a lungful of breath, she let a howl surpass her lips. It floated up and above the forming clouds; calling all warriors of the Koran terrain to her presence; calling Tarkah also. This was the day that Koran's future would be made. No doubt about that...
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[Dimitrii]

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The lands had begin to recover from its cold winter state, and the overnight frost, had already begun to melt away, pouring into the misted rivers. The skies were a bright scarlet, signalling the arrival of spring.

There was no delight in morning to Markaz, he preffered that he remained to sleep through the days, and thrive through the nights. Although the scarlet skies of this morning, meant the spring storms were enroute, to replenish the lands of its natural beauty.

Many of the Koran vargs were still in recovery from the onslaught brought unexpectedly from the List and Balkar packs. They had prevailed the seige, but barely. The drappa had lost a pup, and many of her youth went missing. With war brought casualties to the opponent aswell. The List drappa lost her life in the invasion aswell. Many were injured, himself aswell. But after many suns and moons, Koran was almost ready. Ready for retalliation, for revenge.

Markaz leaned forward to take a sip from the river. Its liquids brought a cool feeling, as it passed through his body. But his auds picked up a loud screech of the skies. A crow drifted low along the river, summoning the vargs of war. Someone was eager to hit back, like he was, and it made him feel better.

Markaz stepped from the river, as the familiar howls began to cross the lands. Listening closely, he turned to face the direction of the call, and let out a slight growl, his cool breath still visible in the frosty air. He turned to take a last look at the sun rise, and began to make his way toward the assembly. A soft snarl escaped his maw, as did a soft whisper to himself. "You tried to deprive us as a pack,, to take down the wolves of the strongly bonded group. Fools. Look who stole your glory." [/glow]

[† Demon †]

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As she waited, her auds perked fully on her crown; the sound of forthcoming wolves could be heard. "Finally.." she breathed lightly, the smell of the morning refreshing the anger she had haboured for a long time now.
Looking up, she could scent the first approaching wolf. A smile was instantly upon her lips. Markaz... That was the first thought in her mind. Yet, despite her feelings and emotions, Demon had to stay focused. Shaking her head, she growled to herself; somewhat disappointed that she had let her mission slip.
Seeing his form seep into sight, she gave a welcoming growl; loving how the sound echoed on the breeze.
Flicking her tassle happily, she quickly regained a warrior status; remembering that she, Demon, was now second in command of these fighters on Koran.
"Welcome Markaz.." snarled Demon, walking towards him slowly. "I take it you saw my signal then?" Her voice was deep, and cold; and for once, she saw Markaz, not as a mate, but as a fellow Warrior. This shocked her greatly- yet revenge was needed first.
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[Tarkah]

A n ivory fae was sitting atop a ridge. Her neck arched as she looked odwn into the valley. She was tired, tired of waiting for somthing that would never come around. Tarkah began to turn when a shape caught her gaze. It was a crow. She watched as it flew by. Tarkah frowned but payed no attention to it. Silently she began to walk back towards the den when a howl, loud and clear reached her ear drums. Tarkah swung her head back and paused. Takign in the full song as she analyzed it. Wondering for the moment as she recognizeed the bringer of the howl. It was Demon.

Aroused now Tarkah began to bound towards her. It was oviously a summoning howl. On fast paws Tarkah swept through the forestss her head looking up as the figures of trees blured past her. Talons clenched the forest ground, still damp from the melted snow but now the fae was able to run faster without the layers of snowto drag her down. Tarkah panted as she moved on through the forests of Koran when finally she came to a stop. She slowed peering through the growing foliage. She saw two shapes, both of ebony hue. Tarkah recognized them both. It was Markaz and Demon. Unsure if she should make her presence known yet the ivory fae paused waiting. Finally at the words of demon's welcome then did the ivory drappa appear. The pads under her paws providing her with a silent stalk as she advanced towards the two. She threw up her head and gave a short howl of greeting. Golden optics gazed at the two but then moved to Demon. "Greetings sister" Tarkah said as she stood before them, "And to you too dear Markaz" still she spoke with out much worry in her tone, but curiosity burned in her golden orbs. Finally she spoke,a question was brewed and given to the ebony femmora, "So Demon, what is this all about?" she asked but not in a harsh tone. Rather Takah began to gaze at the dark abyss above her. Noting the twinkling sets of lights that were ntoed as stars and then a large luminescent figure of Tor.

[† Demon †]

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Demon nodded as the Drappa came into view. Two had arrived; a few more were needed. Yet, being that the two presence, and herself were somewhat more important than the rest, she thought it wise to begin now. The others could catch on later; if suggestions were accepted.
"As you know," she finally began, her form tighter than usual, as though trying to keep thoughts in focus. "The Koran pack has suffered more than their fair share of pain and hurt..." She hesitated, noting the expressions formed on both wolves.
"I do not know about you, but I feel its time that Koran as a pack stands up for itself... We should not be torn down once or twice and just remain in the dirt like mere scavengers; we should rise up and get what is rightfully ours..."
Sitting on her haunches slowly, she let her optics dance over the landscape, curious whether any others would come. Flicking her ebon tassle grimly, she took a deep lungful of air. "...What I am proposing," she continued, her tone as steady as the mountains base, and as strong as the oak. "...Is a war on the pack which has killed our spirits the most; after all, don't you agree that it's our turn for victory? Our turn for the spotlight...? Our rightful place to get... revenge..."
Trailing off her words, she watched both wolves carefully; the shimmer of the sunrise glittering in her poisonious optics. Suddenly, her thoughts seemed to spring alive in her mind, louder and more clearer than before. Life has no meaning anymore, does it? The herla has no nutrients. The water, no refreshment. It all seems so pointless. Packs upon packs have torn this one down; due to its appearence- weak and insignificance. But, what if they could get it back? It would prove all that they could do as they pleased; make them higher in the 'pecking order' as to speak...
Yet, before she knew it, her thoughts were disturbed; something caught her eye- and unwillingly, it was the amber glow of Markaz' own eyes; stay focused growled the shadows, stay focused!
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[Dimitrii]

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The scarlet skies grew orange as time progressed. Its heat melting away much of the snow, and the greens of the grass were visible once more. He met the drappa and his mate at the assembly point, already conversing. Tactical plannings taking place, proposing retalliation on the vargs who imposed damage on the Koran pack.

Markaz padded into the clearing, as both the faemmes greeted him of his arrival. Padding forward, he nodded a greeting to Tarkah, and brought his gaze to Demon. But behind such emerald eyes, there was courage....there was anger. He held his greeting for Demon, for now.

Listening closely, he padded slowly around the two faemmes, and layed to rest under the shade of a large conifer.

A war on the pack which has killed our spirits. The words of Demon crossed his mind, thinking of all the revenge that Koran seeked, of each and every warrior that attempted to control the lands, and slaughter the resistence. Our turn for the spotlight...? Our rightful place to get... revenge. The hate and anger expressed from Demon was much similiar to what flowed in his veins, yet imposing war brought him to different thoughts.

With war comes sacrifice. More pain is inflicted, warriors will be slaughtered, and more blood will be put on the table. These were the words that someone had taught him as he grew older. That to inflict pain once, will lead to endless amounts of revenge. More will bleed. More will die. When does it end? When the last warrior falls, then and only then, can the dead speak.

It was true that Koran was weilding a strong arsenal now, and that such an arsenal would be able to defeat an entire pack at war. Yet no one falls with out defence. They will always put up a fight, so other may run free, so themselves may run free.

" I see what you are seeking for Demon, yet, you know well of the consequences when one rages war? We may have five or six blood thirsty wolves, but maybe they do aswell. Warriors will fall in such battles. Do you wish for an entire pack to collapse for the hunger for revenge of five or six wolves? "

" Packs may have raged war in an attempt to steal our glory. They failed. And now we seek revenge, and attempt to steal back the little they took. Revenge on one action will be traded for ever. More will fall, maybe one of us that is present here. War be no gain here Demon."

Markaz smirked slightly, his breath visible in the frigid but warming airs. He didnt intend to throw the intent of war off entirely, but he wished to seek a way, in which Koran will return, all alive and well. "However, I there are ways that we may impose war, without spilling koran blood..."[/u]Markaz said softly, his voice trailing. His idea was weak at the time, but with thought, the glory could be taken back. Returned to the souls of the Koran wolves, where it once belonged.

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[† Demon †]

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Demon's auds flickered dangerously as the words of her mate grazed against her. Each little word seemed to pain her for some reason or another. Glaring without intention, she shook her head. "We have no choice..." she replied plainly, suddenly back into mere focus, habouring her anger once more.
"Each little battle has proven that we are the weak ones.. And I do not know of Tarkah's ideas on our situation," she paused, glancing at the Drappa; curious whether she'd speak. Yet, silence followed.
Walking closer to Markaz, she could feel the anger burning at her very eyelids, stinging at the cracks and sores in her heart. "...But," she continued, strong and true to her words, "I believe that if we measure our plans with careful plots and tricks; we may loose a mere droplet of blood- not an entire army as you speak of..."
Giving a low growl, she stamped her forepaws on the ground. She was not tired, nor aggrivated; yet just merely angered by the fact that like it or not, Koran was being walked all over- it sickened her.
"My darling Markaz," she breezed finally, the same amount of passion in her tone as before, "do you not see? This is our way to get what we have lost... to rebuild the things stolen.." And, yet in the depths of her mind, things taken from the war were not the only things that angered her- emotions, feelings, love had also been stolen; that too had to be taken back... forcefully or not.
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[Dimitrii]

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Markaz rose to his feet, anger pulsating his veins with increased bloodflow. He turned to face Demon, his mind completely disagreeing with her intention and view now.

'Only The Dead Have Seen The End Of A War'

Snarling deeply, he met the emerald gaze of the faemme, a slight stomp with his forepaw. Almost trying to establish that he was in charge of the placement of the warriors, which he had most control over anyways.

"With all due respect, Demon..." He growled deeply, padding closer. 'Rebuild the things stolen'. The words of Demon echoed through his mind. His voice was louder now. "Tell me, who speaks for the warriors who have lost there life in this conflict! Who is going to keep replacing the lives of the warriors who fall in unworthy battles. Who would want to be placed in a position where they know that they will die! You can't put a price on a life... He trailed.

Markaz began to back off a little, his point wasnt well established, and he knew that Demon wouldnt understand. Markaz had lost his only means of a family to battle, and he had seen many fall. But in the entire life of the lead warrior, he had alot agaisnt packs like the balkar.

Markaz sighed softly. "Believe me or not, someone will die in this conflict...but fine. Go through the plan you have for us. I will inform you then if I be intrested". He growled. Padding back to the shaded area.[/glow]

[† Demon †]

i think this post is rather good; i must say... despite being rather drunk...

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As more angry words flowed; Demon could no longer hold the anger into focus. Despite Markaz being the most dearest thing on the earth to her, she gave him the cruellest growl ever. "You wouldn't understand my reasons even if they smacked you in the back of the head.." snapped Demon violently, swallowing down her tears; her anger bubbling once more.

Watching as he returned to the shaded areas, she felt herself break into two parts. One agreed to Markaz; the other not so responsible. Deep down she knew- lives would be lost; yet her lust for revenge had dug too deep. Only one thing could stop her now, the return of the love from Markaz- yet her mind was too corrupt to think that would return now; and that, despite the disagreements, pained her most of all. i love you her mind screamed to the shadow-painted male, don't think any different of me... i need you...

Turning away, she padded towards a large oak tree. Pacing to and fro, she gave a low snarl. Holding tears back strongly, she swerved her paw towards a large pebble; only to knock it into the bushes in front. Growling heavily, she glanced over to Markaz. Staring constantly, her eyes glittered with a thousand apoligies. "Forgive me," she whispered, still with eyes upon him, "...forgive me.."
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[Tarkah]

(this post isnt goingto be very good, im tired and wanna sleep!)

The ivpry drappa only stared. Her placid golden optics blinking as she watched the frosm of the two ebony hued vargs. Both quarreling of the same matter. Tarkah got up adjustimg her position. Though never had the drappa ever seen them angry at eachother and this was just a mere talk.

Tarkah barked, "So? We speack of battle and revenge and resent but what of it?" Tarkah asked, too neither of them in particular. But she looked to Demon "I don't expect us to go barging into another's pacck and forcing war upon them for somthing that even I dont know why." She then looekd to Markaz, "Die. Indeed all lera must die. Some like to die with dignity though I ensure that your words hold amidst good reasoning. Though we must not think upon the lives that could die. no. THink of the living" Tarkah said. But she herself found an anger coursing through her veins. Her own daughter felled at the stake of List. Revenge carved into her heart but then the agony of watching the List drappa die at her jaws brought a strange emotion to her. One that saught the word Enough. But then she so did remember the words the Fire drappa spoken, upon her last Breath. Peace Tarkah growled lowly, her tail dropping. Head then turned to Demon. "Then what of this recruit do you plan? and what are thou seeking?" she barked eyeign her with curious orbs.

[† Demon †]

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With nothing coming from Markaz, Demon faced the snowy she wolf; the anger so thick in the atmosphere, that if it were visable; the entire valley could have choked on it.

"Tarkah," she breezed strongly, her eyes flashing demonically. "I bring recruits into Koran on a daily basis, I train them the basic moves, I create an army..." Hesitating, she glanced at Markaz secretively. "...And I do it all for Koran; More members for the pack. A stronger, less crumbled society, and, lastly, if war or battles do commence; we have that extra advantage of two generations of fighters; the older and the more experienced, and the younger and the swiftest... it's a no loosing matter..."

Trailing off, she could feel her anger beginning to rise from it's shadowy grave once more. The hate, the pain, the agony of which every little memory had brought to her had been haboured into this moment. A war was what was needed, and lusted by the warriors- the taste of sweet revenge, the knowing of dying for their pack; and not in vain.
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[Dimitrii]

[glow=orange,2,300]Markaz snarled slightly, tearing his eyes from Demon, and to the forepaws infront of them. The amber optics fixed themselves on the claws, his mind, recalling all the instances he spilt the blood of another wolf. The countless time he had put a varg near death, most of them, he faught out of his own selfishness. Some of them did deserve death, and they prevailed, some didnt, and there spirits have left. Markaz lifted his gaze and met the emerald of Demon once more. "Forgiven..."

Markaz layed in the shaded areas listening to the drappa's words, imposing that the peace remain. His claws tearing the snow and grass before him, to his own amusement. "Peace.....Peace is beauty" His said softly, words not audible even to the faemmes nearby. Yet, he knew that part of him didnt want peace, it wanted it to end, so that, no important life is lost. This reason was there, and there was more, that his mind wouldnt share.

"It is true that our lines are swift, and invasions do not stand chance, I agree Demon..." He said, voice trailing, and turning to face the drappa. "Yet, no reason has been placed before me, that an invasion into another pack be wise. " Markaz said softly. His voice spoke of confusing, yet his mind was well aware, and that he knew what had to be done in this assembly. He needed to throw off the idea, delay it.

He turned to face Demon, a somewhat cold smirk, on his maw, but faded. "What are you imposing that we do here? I am yet to be convinced why I must fill these claws with blood..." He said, his tail brushing on the watery surfaced snow. Through his eyes, no life was to be lost here, not the drappas, not his own. But what he knew, that Demon will most definately live, and for that, a life can and will be lost.

"Misdirection..."He wispered to himself,, bringing his amber gaze to his forepaws once more, a cold smirk emitted from his maw.[/glow]

[† Demon †]

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Demon couldn't help the next words to escape her lips. Despite the feelings for this male, she had pushed these to the sidelines; only to be pushed herself, to the limits. "You stare at me like a savage, and speak to me like I am scum..." she snarled furiously, eyes blaring with hidden fury. "I bring in the ideas and plots for what is rightfully ours; and all you can do is stick to your own selfishness!"

Turning her back to the male, she gave a growl so powerful and so full with the fury in her system, that it seemed that even the woodland shook in fear. "I am sick and tired of living in this hole," she continued, her words tied down with the passion and hatred that gauged itself deep in the locked doors of her mind, "We have nothing. We gain nothing. We just let those weak links walk all over us, treat us as the cubs in a cage; do you not think that it would be our turn to show them who is really the caged pets!?"

Growling again, she felt her hackles rise, and her lips curl into a fierce snarl. Her optics no longer shone with the sense of love, yet with anger. Hatred. Dislike. She had broken her last thread, and despite her position with this wolf that tried to delay, put a stop, to a plans, she would no longer let anyone stand in her way. A war was what she wanted, needed, lusted; it was what Koran needed as a pack. Yes, lives would be lost; but the greater good would be gained. "...Freedom," whispered the she wolf under her breath, "...all for freedom.."

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[Dimitrii]

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Markaz snarled deeply, the words of Demon, making his blood boil. Demon didnt get at what he was saying, yet he didnt blame as much. His aggrivated muscles tightened slightly, claws digging deep into the grass, his teeth slightly baring. He rose to his feet once more, his tail held high.

"Selfish? " Markaz snarled coldly. "My words are selfish? The fact that I care about the life of each one of our members is selfish? The fact that I disagree about the spilling of innocent blood is selfish? At this point in time, my life, is not important, I do not care if I survive, yet, the fact that I care about, your life, and the drappa's life is selfish to you?"

Markaz padded slowly over to Demon, a cold glare behind his eyes. "I do not crave blood the way you do. I care for both of your loves, for your survival. Yet, I guess that doesn't really matter to you, does it Demon?" Markaz said softer this time. He turned from Demon, to face the forests. This meeting was pointless, wasting time. "Do not try something foolish Demon, your not seeing the consequences of war, your going to get yourself killed, along with your little recruits" He snarled coldly.

He turned to face the drappa, and then Demon once more. "I will not mourn over a worthless loss in battle for power. We're no caged animal, these lands are ours. My duty is to defend it." Markaz said, turning to the drappa. "When I asked to be warrior, I asked you, that I wouldnt be sent to war for worthless causes, you either keep your word or you throw it away" He said softly, his words more aggressive than he meant. "Your call, leader" He said, returning to the shaded spot, and awaited a final decision.

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[† Demon †]

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Growling with disagreement, the she wolf could think of no replies to backchat with now. Her mind had gone blank. She had just been accused of not giving a Tor about the members of Koran. "If I didn't care," she began, only to trail off slowly and return to the silence.

Turning away, she knew that now, this matter could never be solved right now. Growling angrilly, she felt her feelings melt, only to replaced by the fury boiling in her depths. "You are nothing to me..." breathed the she wolf to herself, knowing deep down that despite whatever she could say - she was lying to herself.

Walking into the bushes, she sat in the shadows and morned the losses she could feel slipping away. As much as she lusted for this war to commence, the lust for him was greater. Looking over, she felt a deep snarl escape her lips; the peal white of her canines glistening afar. "If only you could see me..." whispered the she wolf doubtingly, the reasons of this meeting lost; the only battle happening here now- was between themselves.

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