Balkar Hunt - Only Balkar May Post

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*The days began to grow warmer as the days grew longer, and the great sun God Fenris rose high into the sky of his abode to watch over his land and percious vargs below. This day surely was a godsend, for already the snow was beginning to thaw and and instead of savage snow storms, it was rain with less chill and sting...but made the ground soggy and muddy.
Febuary had began and it was the time before Spring, where snow melted, the sun shone and the waters of heaven's broke to pour down on the land and let the rivers flow. Yet of course with rain there also came floods and treacherously swift rivers...but for now, the rains had not come into full glory and the days of sunny snow filled lands with rain showers were all that haunted the wolf's shadows.

The crimson male known as the First of Balkar bounded up the rocky mountain of the Carpathian range with speed and agility, chosin the bare and protruding rocks which had been dried under Fenris' glare. Reading a large outcrop of rock he finally stopped his hike and paced back and forth, scenting the area with his shimmering black nose as he panted heavily. It had been a long time since his last decent meal and now it was the Balkar's time to gorge.
Looking out across the lands, he saw his homelands and territory below, and a great swelling of pride washed over him. Today they would hunt, and today they would be successful. If not, then it may be several more days until their next chance to hunt as a pack.
Throwing back his proud head Leoh parted his maw and let his howl play acorss the lands, calling the Balkar to him, telling them of their duty and urgency to come and hunt...for they would grow strong and feared once more through vargs and lera alike..*[/glow]

[Serg]

black ears perked skywards as the black Balkar heard the summoning howl. his amber eyes reverted to the direction from whence the howl had come, noting the mountains he was not too far away from Serg barked a reply and instantly sprang into a run. rain and earth ahd churned up into mud, hindering the Night Hunter's pace, and causing his coal-black legs to be dyed brown.

upon finally reaching the foothills of the mountains Serg's legs gathering into a spring, muscles allowing him to gain altitude and leap unto the first craggy outcrop of the mountains. dried by the rays of the sun. he paused upon his boulder, gaze searching for the first as his sides heaved in and out from the run. he couldnt quite see the red-pelted First, but he could smell him. Serg ran up the mountainside. finally spotting the First up above, scrambling up the rest of the distance as he reached the Dragga he dipped his head in a swift breathless motion.

'fine day for a hunt Sir.' he remarked. like the First, it had been a while since he had had a decent meal or hunted with his fellow Balkar.

[Scar]

Scar was far away from the mountains, yet the call of the first was an unmistakable sound at that, even only the tiniest sound of the first remained in the wind, Scar recognised it at once.
He could not deny the call to gather by the first, that in itself would be desertion and deserting the Balkar would be death, any Varg who attempted such a thing would be hunted til Fenris's orb burned out forever.

Turning swiftly Scar bounded from the plains and into the forest, the trees begining their life cycle all over again, as spring was soon to come.
The sounds of sticks breaking under foot was a sound he heard all to often as he bounded through the mud and slush that mother nature had created.

The mountain range was close, and still Scar hadnt stopped running, he was getting to Leoh no matter what, reaching the mountains he bounded up the rocky faces, following his nose, which led him to Serg and Leoh.
Standing tall and proud he stood awaiting the orders of the first.