The first meeting...

[Tarmalo]

The land was dark. Too dark for night as Tarmalo looked up and found that the moon was no longer in the sky. Just when Tarmalo changes his mind about packs the world has to go and change over. Just great. Tarmalo had just recently recovered from a terrible nervous breakdown that had left Tarmalo just a little bit changed. He had become stronger. More agile looking like a hawk one could say. One could expect to become stronger after running for nine straight days while also not eating in fact it had almost killed him if not for that meeting in the woods with a wolf named Shayla.

“So when did this happen,” said Tarmalo to himself as he walked into the pack lands of Koran. “I hope this Phantom guy lets me join.” Tarmalo walked briskly through the woods. Not hiding his presence but not concealing it either; it was actually quite hard walking normal for a change. Tarmalo had been taught to walk so quietly that one would not hear him until he was literally on top of them. He had been taught how to do this by the ghost of his dead father and Tarmalo had just recently got over his continues presence because if he didn’t he would have died three days ago.

Tarmalo continued walking past the scent barriers that the “border patrol” wolves had put up in order to mark the boundaries of Koran slowly making his way deeper and deeper into the woods. Tarmalo didn’t even know where the pack resided he just assumed that they lived in the deepest part of the woods. Maybe that where they did indeed live but if not one of the guarding wolves would find him and Tarmalo would declare his reasons for being in their territory and Tarmalo hoped that soon he would call this place home as several others do already.

Tarmalo sat down and raised his maw to the sky, completely letting his guard down hoping that other wolves would find him. The sky looked so strange not having a moon to illuminate it. Does that mean the sun will not raise either? Well at least the stars are out, but how long until they too are gone? Those are questions for another time but for right now Tarmalo needed to know if his question of joining the pack of Koran would be granted.

“I hope they find me,” said Tarmalo quietly.

[Phantom]

//will post soon. anyone else who wants to post- don't wait for me, kays? //

[sun]

The black bitch stalked the lands of Koran. It was unusally dark; the sky, the air, everything. Was it only in Koran? Or had it spread across all of Transylvania? Tor and Fernis would never have allowed this, or was it them who burnt the skys black? Would Phantom know the answers?

When sleep could not find her, like tonight, Blackstar would walk the pack's land. Sometimes she could catch a scent of another pack. Sometimes she could savor meat. Tonight, she spotted a lone wolf looking up at the blank sky. She did not recongnize his scent. He was a scrawny thing but his legs, from what she could see, were well built as if he were one to run.

"Gorgeous night, wouldn't you say? Moonless and all."

[Neithan]

Zabarack had just returned from his long trek across the mounts and plains of Europe. He was suprised still that the moon and sun had vanished, by events which had been set into motion while he had been away. He glanced up into the night sky, expecting to see the Moon, but remembered it wasn't there. He sighed, there were things going on in Translavania beyond his knowledge, and he had yet to learn about them. Maybe he would ask Phantom about what had happened when he got back, but now, he should focus just on getting back.

A voice interrupted his thoughts. "Gorgeous night, wouldn't you say? Moonless and all."

The voice had come from a faemme, but Zabarack had seen no one. He saw a black shadow, in the background. He was probably lucky to see it in the first place, it being so dark. He walked, slowly, up to the shadow. When he saw who it was, he was shocked, beyond belief. "T-Tarmalo? What are you doing here, in Koran land?"

[tron]

[glow=red,2,300]Tron padded though the territories of Koran with ease Tor and Fenris had disappeared from the skies.

"What great gods"He laughed to himself"They abandon their followers proably when they need them most."The navy varg laughed you see his pelt had neon blue markings,and these markings glowed quiet brightly actually.

"I have never seen my markings glow this brightly before."He smirked"Looks like my god hasn't left me in the dark."

Picking up pace he continued until he heard voices,some he reconized and others that were new to him,grining he followed the voices until he could see them and he figured they could see him,and if they couldn't well not only had their gods abandoned them they had also gone blind.

He reconized the two black pelted vargs as Zabarack and Blackstar,but the third one he did not know.Having heard a good majourity of their conversation he decided to put in his opinion.

"Hey guys"He grinned and Hello Stranger I might aswell introduce myself I am Tron and Phantom is a she not a guy."He muttered

Tron had heard the fae's words but just ignored her .
"So Tarmalo is your name than?"the navy varg grinned flashing his teeth which were the same color as his markings but they did not glow.
"Well nice to meet you and Zabarack nic to see you again."Tron yipped as he seated himself near Zabarack.

He hadn't meant to seem rude and he wasn't normally this way but he was prideful their gods had left but his was still there.[/glow]

[sun]

Zabarack had inched his way into the group. He was barely seen but she could hear. "Hello Zabarack," she said turning to a fellow Koran member. "Tamalo? So you two have met?" She said this with a grin inching across her face. A small world it is. At that, another easily recongizable mae crept his glowing body into the circle- Tron. He greeted Zabarack and introduced himself to Tamalo but said not a word to her and that was fine; she would not reply his entrance. Zabarack, Tron and Tamalo have all now met. Blackstar was now the lone wolf, the last varg to introduce one's self to the new varg.

And she would like to keep it that way until the very last moment.

She did not care if the others said her name but that didn't mean she'd introduce herself right off. The pack was growing and that was wonderful, especially considering the current circumstances.

[Neithan]

Tron had approached at the same time as Zabarack. He did not see the varg at first, but when he saw Tarmalo, and Tron. "Well, nice to meet you, Tarmalo, and hello, Zabarack."

Zabarack grinned, for Tron was one of his first friends, one he had met before pack life. They had met on the rolling plains of Koran, along with Wolfwren, another friend of his, and member of Koran. 'It seems like such a long time ago, since me and Tron met....' It had been, for he and Tron had met in his previous life, as a Kerl, before he had joined Koran. Those dark days were over, and he had pack friends. Yet no days seemed darker than the ones in front of him.

"Hello, Zabarack."

He then noticed Blackstar, another member of Koran. "Hello, Blackstar," he said, giving her the respectful treatment of one whom was elder to him. Ah, it was her who had spoken, after all, no one else could've. There were no other faemmes in this party of 4.

Blackstar spoke again. "Tarmalo? So you two have met?"

"Yes, somewhere far away, in a past life."

Zabarack did not feel like pouring out his life story to everyone tonight. Then again, most nights he didn't feel like pouring out his life story.

He missed the moon's glow on his fur, as well as Silve. But there would be other times for reminiscing on his friends and his life.

[Tarmalo]

^{(((ooc: I'm not ignoring you tron....its just that I pre wrote my post...and my computer sucks so yup!)))}
Tarmalo sat looking at the stars when he heard a voice. Tarmalo brought his muzzle down to find a black female wolf walking towards him.

“Yes the night is quite beautiful. But what happened to the stars and moon,” asked Tarmalo. He immediately assumed that this wolf was a member of Koran so Tarmalo thought it pointless to ask her. That and the fact that her scent gave her away as well.

Soon afterward Tarmalo smelled a peculiar scent; one that he has smelt before. To Tarmalo’s pleasant surprise the wolf known as Zabarack soon made his way into Tarmalo’s sight range with his questions.

“What am I doing here,” asked Tarmalo. “Well I’m here to ask to become one of you, a member of Koran that is.” Tarmalo did not get up to greet Zabarack but he just merely yawned as if to make up for his lack of energy.

“Excuse me,” said Tarmalo as he turned to the unknown black wolf. “But do you know where I might find the leader of your pack? I believe her name is Phantom.” Tarmalo then sighed and began swiveling his tail back and forth in the dirt.

“Yes the sky does look beautiful. But where have the Lera gone,” asked Tarmalo. “The forests of Koran are unusually quiet. As we speak I cannot hear any of the animals, the birds have seemed flown the coop. Is this possibly a new age,” asked Tarmalo. Tarmalo did not care if the skies remained black for Tarmalo didn’t really care for the sun nor the moon, but if he had to choose Tarmalo would choose the moon. Even the trees noticed their absence, ever so slightly their creaks began getting louder as if they wanted to shout out something to the Putnar. A warning perhaps? None of this seemed right.

[Phantom]

Darkness. It is natural, right? It’s as real as the shadows within a cavern, the gloom behind your eyes that you enter when you close them, the blackening of the sky as night chases away the daylight from the world. All of that was natural and nothing to fear. The great Varg, being a creature of the shadows often sought the refuge of the night. At twilight, the wolf naturally became more active than he was when the sun hung high in the sky. Hunting, meetings, mating, even bloody battles… many a time all of it occurred somewhere between dusk and dawn for wolves.

But this darkness was downright unnatural. Even a Varg like Phantom, whose very title expressed a love for the dark, found it to be unsettling. Only a sun or so before, something strange had happened. Tor had appeared low in the sky as Fenris descended for the night. Wolves all across the Land Beyond the Forest has watched in awe as Tor stepped in front of Fenris, blocking out his light and creating a great ring of fire in the western sky. A solar eclipse was a rare but not unknown event to the Varg, so, at first, no one suspected anything to be wrong. But when the God and Goddess failed to go their separate ways minutes later, the looks of awe on the wolves faces quickly turned to terror.

Since that evening, darkness reigned supreme. The daytime sky was blackened, except for the low western skyscraper; it was stained with a golden and red wound that did little to wash away the darkness. Lera were hardly seen, for they were too terrified to leave their hiding places until starvation forced them to venture out in search of food. The nights were more bearable. As if on the night of a new moon, the sky was lit up beautifully by the heavens. Thousands of stars, including the Wolf Trail, shone down upon the dark land of Transylvania, giving the creatures below a faint, silvery glow for a few hours.

It was the wondrous sight of the stars that gave the Drappa of Koran hope and restored her courage. So, when she heard a murmuring of voices discussing the disappearance of the Sun and Moon while walking alone for a while, Phantom decided to join them. Not only to calm her packmates with her words and guidance, but to sooth her own heart as well.

She appeared from the shadows silently, her tail held high in dominance, her flame-yellow eyes flickering in the brilliant starlight. She looked at them with loving authority, for they were her family. Phantom instantly recognized those of Koran by scent before she saw them with her eyes – Blackstar, the Sikla female, the azure-glowing Tron, and Zabarack, a fairly new member of the back. The fourth she did not recognize, but he seemed to pose no threat. “Hello all; Blackstar, Zabarack, Tron,” she nodded to each of them. When her eyes rested on the stranger, she pause for a short moment.

“You, I can’t place your name,” she said. “I am Phantom, the Drappa of Koran. What is your name, young one?” A wind blew, strangely cold for a summer night. Then again, the days and nights had been anything but normal lately. Phantom shuddered and cast her gaze up to the moonless, star-strewn heavens, hoping to see even a hint of Tor in the sky. When she spoke again, her soft voice seemed to be searching as much as her eyes.

“And what brings you to our lands during such dark times?”

[Tarmalo]

What an unusual color for a wolf to be: Blue. Tarmalo wondered how the wolf named Tron became how he was today. Just when Tarmalo was going to inquire more about this wolf a new guest arrived. Tarmalo began to wonder who it could be this time.

Phantom: the Drappa of Koran made quite the first impression on Tarmalo. Quietly appearing in what Tarmalo deemed as a meeting. The name Phantom, Tarmalo quietly wondered if the Drappa’s name had anything to do with Tarmalo’s stealth technique interestingly enough called the “phantom step” because of it’s quietness. Tarmalo had first learned the “phantom step” from the ghost of his late father Telgra. He demanded that Tarmalo avenge the pack and that the humans must pay. Telgra than told Tarmalo that he had not received his inheritance that he and his mother had died before they had a chance to teach him and so Telgra had taught him the family secret only after making Tarmalo vow to avenge his fallen pack. However Tarmalo had failed to keep his end of the bargain with his father which ultimately led to why Tarmalo looked like he had been scrapped off the road. However the near deadly encounter with his past strengthened him; after all what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger right?

Never the less Phantom’s name had suggested that he might have something to with Tarmalo’s technique; either that or it was just a fluke. Tarmalo turned around to greet Phantom and Tarmalo bowed to her respectively recognizing her authority.

“Hail to the Drappa of Koran,” said Tarmalo. “I have come to ask your permission on joining the wolf pack currently known as Koran.” Then Tarmalo came up from his bow which looked like he was trying to stretch which he was actually doing but was however doing a poor job on hiding it. Tarmalo was pretty tired and he had quickly lost track wither it was night or day or vise versa but judging on the way he was feeling Tarmalo would guess day.

This was the first time Tarmalo had seen a Solar Eclipse but this eclipse didn’t seem natural. Tarmalo always had a knack for suspicions and this one told him there was something strange about this. Perhaps it was the Balkar? Tarmalo had heard rumors that the Balkar had access to the ancient magic of the old days of the time of the gods.

Just thinking about the Eldar days made Tarmalo shiver but it was not fear that shook him no it was the mixed thoughts of curiosity and excitement. Tarmalo tried to imagine what it would be like to have knowledge from back then and how he could use it.
Tarmalo snapped out of his daydream. Back reality, to the forests of Koran; to a thick patch of woods where this party was now meeting. If the Drappa however chose not to accept Tarmalo he would be gone in seconds for Tarmalo was extremely agile and cunning even in his weak state he knew he could out run anyone here if not Phantom.

“I am fast and quiet,” said Tarmalo to Phantom. “Surely I could be useful in many way if not one,” continued Tarmalo. “I am an expert at hunting as I am quiet and work well with in a group for I had the chance to hunt in a group with other Kerls.” Tarmalo sat down and yawned again for Tarmalo didn’t want to come off as desperate and he didn’t exactly know how to approach her. As a Kerl he found out that pack wolves were usually more quick to anger than some and this could be a delicate matter and Tarmalo did not want ruin his chances of finding a new home.

[tron]

[glow=red,2,300](Terribly sorry for the majour delay and sorry ahead of time for the sheer crumminess of this post)

Tron sat there as this new varg adressed the others and was slightly offened when he himself wasn't adreesed.Of course he kept this feeling to himself.
His glowing auds twitched as he heard Phantom approach.

"Good ehh night Phantom"He grinned greeting her.
"Oh by the way Tarmalo This is Phantom"The navy varg sighed gesturing torwards the slightly scared she varg.
A grin grew across his grey muzzle he could read Tarmalo's expression many varg's wore it when the first met him.How did he get blue and if this question was asked he would answer though now wasn't the right time many more important things were going on such as the gods abandoning thier followers.
His auds flickered forward again as he eased in on Tarmalo's and Phantom conversation but he was dustracted as he began to think.
Suddenly he leapt up"I finally have another use,one other then a storyteller.The world has gone black but I can be a light can help the pack see better."Tron beamed[/glow]

[Neithan]

(OK, I think it's my turn.)
Zabarack watched as the Drappa of his pack, Koran, approached. He'd made himself scarce, because he'd rather be a part of the backround, rather than the conversation. He didn't feel like talking in these darkened days. He greeted his drappa. "Hello, Phantom." Then Tron started talking. "Even though the world has gone dark, I can be a light and can help my pack see better." Zabarack smiled, and walked forward into the conversation. "Aren't storytellers lights in dark times, Tron? Don't they tell light stories in times of dark, to comfort and provide hope for the future? And don't they tell us of events in the past, keeping us enlightened so we may pass it onto the next generation? In both ways, Tron, you are a light for the pack." Zabarack decided to leave Tarmalo to introducing himself. After all, he had a muzzle and wasn't speaking what it was used for? Other than eating and drinking, of course.

He didn't know what to do next, so he left that to the others decide. After all, he was a mere sikla and was not very high up in the Koran hiearchy. He yawned, and backed down.

[Phantom]

//ack, so sorry for the delay, my vargies school is starting up again and I'm already swamped by it. //

Phantom tore her gaze away from the heavens- she could not see Tor at all, only stars. Besides, there was business to attend to. She nodded to Tarmalo as Tron, the blue pup, introduced the young stranger. “Tarmalo,” she repeated, mentally filing away his name into her memory.

The Drappa listened to the Kerl’s words intently, her ears pricked and her tail lashing from side to side with interest. Her senses, honed by experience, could tell that what he said was truth. He carried the scent of a Kerl- no pack scents, only the smells of the meadow and river, and the faded traces of other loners. He was indeed a fine hunter for his age. Most youngsters would show evidence of starvation after being on their own for such a long time. However, the dragga’s body was the picture of health- his sleek pelt, hard muscles and springy legs confirmed that his hunts were often successful.

He finished speaking, yawned, then looked up at her, awaiting a reply. Phantom looked down at him carefully for a while. After a short pause she spoke.

“A fine hunter,” she said, a smile sliding across her face, exposing her fangs. “No doubt about that- I can smell the hunt on you. And with winter coming, Koran will need all the hunters it can get.” She gave a glance to her three packmates, then set her attentions once more on Tarmalo.

She was impressed with him- not only for his skills in hunting, but for his Kerl background. A hard life as a Kerl often makes a better pack varg. Their taste of solitude and hardship is often a better asset to the pack- knowledge of other territories and such, plus a ex-kerl often grow to become fiercely loyal to the pack that has taken them in. And loyalty was what Koran was all about. He was a cub. He had an awful lot to learn, and a lot of time to prove his loyalty or disloyalty to Koran.

“Young Kerl,” she said, her soft voice strong and knowing, “you’ve traveled far to come to Koran Territory, and I am honored that you have. By reaching this place and surviving the life of a Kerl, you have proven to me your skills of hunting and endurance, but those skills alone do not make a pack Varg. A pack is a family, and like any other family, it demands loyalty from its members- loyalty to the friends, lovers, leaders, and elders that make up the pack. And that is the essence of my pack; love, family, bravery, and loyalty to one’s comrades.”

She paused, her eyes flickering seriously. “Tarmalo, can I trust you to uphold that honor?”

//and apologies for the crummy post as well//

[Sabla]

//Hope I'm not too late to join in.//

Sabla dozed in the everlasting starlit night. The gods have been missing and it had been a moonless night for quite some time now. And nature seemed to be running a muck without its usual day/night cycles. Small plants had begun to die out already, and the poor herla were being slaughtered left and right, since they have no night vision whatsoever. It was really getting to be a problem that needed dealt with.

Soon enough... she thought, yawning as a thick pungent scent of Koran drifted toward her. She jumped to her feet, Oh, they must be having a meeting!

Sabla scampered off, soon coming to the grouping of vargs. She slowed as she checked to see who was already there. Tron's bright blue form jumped out at her first thing, next was the dark brown drappa. The rest were somewhat hidden, so she had to squint in the darkness to tell who they were.

Blackstar... she could tell by the way she sat, off to the side, attentively listening, ...and Zabarack, up closer, listening eagerly. But there was another ebony varg, One that she didn't recognize in the pack.

Hmph... she thought, trotting closer, Must be a newbie... for she couldn't pick up the varg's scent with the over-bearing scent of Koran.

She reached the "circle," keeping her head down in respect towards Phantom, lately she had been wandering away from the pack a bit, and still had to gain more trust.

She sat off to the side, waiting patiently as each took their own turn in talking to the mann. Then Sabla looked up curiously to see who this new stranger was. Oh my, it's....

"Tarmalo?" she said, although it wasn't much more than a mere whisper.

[Tarmalo]

Tarmalo tried to listen intently as she told him things about packs that were important. However when she talked about the pack of Koran being a family Tarmalo couldn’t help but start thinking about his old family. Their untimely death was indeed tragic and Tarmalo couldn’t help but feel hallow when he thought about them.

“There is no way for me to make you believe that I will honor the pack but through time and hardships I will prove my loyalty to you and the pack when the time comes. But until then you can think what you will about me for I will put forth all the effort I can muster into the future relationship with my comrades.”

It was now or never. If this pack chose to deny his request then Tarmalo would chose to live the rest of his days as a Kerl. Tarmalo thought it would be best to just say things straight although these types of matters could be delicate when it came to pack wolves. Tarmalo wanted to sound more delicate but there more he tried the more brutal he sounded. If he kept this up he just might end up offending her and the pack but Tarmalo hoped that wouldn’t happen.

Instead he hoped he could join them and find a place where it could be called home. Too long have been the days of wandering. Too long have been the days of suffering and loneliness. Not being able to predict when your next meal will be. Tarmalo felt no remorse to the chance of leaving those memories behind.

Tarmalo looked away and he saw Sabla but he paid no heed to her for Tarmalo deemed the matter at hand more important. He would greet and deal with her later.

“Phantom,” said Tarmalo. “I can only hope that you and the others will be able to trust me.”