~Shadows of Hate~

[Baleful]

[glow=red,2,300]The young crimson wolf's eyes burned deep into the water, as if by looking into it, he could see his own fate. They were strange eyes, a melted bronze color, melded with silver. The son of Shato and Leoh had come far from his comfortable home in the List pack, and traveled long to find something... but what he knew not. He was a fierce as any Balkar wolf... but their way was not for he.

The blood of fierce wolves was in him, and he knew know that all he truely wanted was something he could never have.The friendship of his brother... the pride of his mother, now gone forever, the love of his sister.... and perhaps, even to fall in love. But Baleful, the wolf who's very name ment "hateful", could never have this. Or so he belived...

He tilted his auds slightly, and rose, his entire body screaming pride, and he was tense. "Hello?" he called, respect and pride equally present, his whole body a beautiful example of the perfect balance between fight and flight that a wolf is. [/glow]

[Tsuyoi]

Tsuyoi's crimson pelt shone in the late sun as she trotted along towards the lake. She had been journeying in search of others, esspecially her pride, her brother. She could admit that she was threatened by no one and nothing for she had been raised to be strong, as her name suggested. She was planning on having a nice nap from her long journey, but instead found another varg standing by it. She walked towards him, noticebly visible, but not threatening. She could almost not stop herself as walked to him, intrigued by him although she had not to meet him.

<Hello> She greeted. <You don't look like any I have ever seen before...Who are you?> She asked politely, her head tilted to the side in confusion.

[Tamra]

Padding dilently through uninhabited lands, Tamra reflected on all that had recently come to pass. Fact was, depsite his ever growing age, his early retirement had reinvigorated his wearied soul, and though he continued to suffer from grevious infliction, his limp was enthusiastic and graceful.

With lightening eyes, he gazed across the terrain, eyeing the cool depths of the lake nearby. Freedom of thirst welled up inside, and for the first time not needing to think of others thirst before his own, he grinned gleefully while heading in its direction.

Tentatively sniffing the air, he guaged that two youths were up ahead, one of them familiar in lineage to a former comrade in arms. Laughing softly, he moved with practiced ease despite his encumbered body, entering the clearing via blackened shadowed brush, and nodding amiably to the crimson wolf stood poised.

"My my", he growled softly, "What have we here?" He assumed Baleful would recognise him, though he wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, for it had been some time since they last met, not since he'd split him up from Fernlick infront of their father.

Turning to the other faemme present in the clearing, he nodded amiably, forcing down the age old instinct of direct attack he'd become so accustomed too these last few years.