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Post by Serg on Jan 31, 2005 11:30:36 GMT -5
the red burnign disc of the failing sun set, casting the land of Transylvania in shadow as Night grasped the earth tightly in its cruel and chilling grip. the shadows crawled freely across the land, not contained by the beams of light in which they must not cross, but now the world was encased in shadow, they could move freely. even the moon and stars were veiled by the clouds, and complete darkness had taken hold.
it was to this pure darkness that Serg opened his amber eyes. they burned like coals set in a pelt of jet black. and his pupils focused to see the surreal landscape about him. nose drawing in all the scents that swirled in the dancing night air.
he smiled knowingly to himself. then stretched his sleep-ridden limbs of all tiredness and yawned. his pearl white teeth and pink tongue contrasting his fur of the deepest black. for some strange reason he felt mildly sociable. darkness always put him in a pleasant mood. or a mood that was 'pleasant' enough in his own way. and now was probably a good time, as he coudl smell the scents of at least one other varg out in this pitch black of night.
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Post by Eveline on Jan 31, 2005 12:17:23 GMT -5
The sent that had lingered far enough to reach the Night Hunter's nares was that of a young fae Serza. Her eyes an outstanding golden hue and her own pelt reflecting the dark lignite that Serg himself held in each follicle. The small brushes of Beige that stroked her underside, rump, and two paws stood out like phantoms in the shadowy night. Her nostrils were constantly twitching as this was one of her first escapades to the mountainous region, it was a strange and bitter cold land.... something she felt could match her soul. Ever since she learned of Kanis's death she had become a sort of rock, gathering moss through unmobile time but truly remaining blank and cold, empty and hard.
Her charcoal ears flexed as the soft sound of a jaw stretching for a yawn nearly broke the complete silence. She froze in her trot and let her eyes examine the district. No longer did she feel alone at the moutain when a pair of amber optics caught her dreary gaze.
Serza's lips twitched to form a snarl as fear provoked her to flee. This varg nearly seemed to be a stranger until the fae closely read his irises. It was Serg, a witty Night Hunter who she had met before. As a pup her giddy emotions provided a contrasting hatred toward him, but her attitude had changed since then, so how would she react to him now? But clearly as if in the light of day she could see the same spark of intelligent silence that always mantled over this mann.
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Post by Serg on Jan 31, 2005 16:50:47 GMT -5
Serg slowly rose to his feet as the scent that swirled about his awareness finally focused and his burnign amber gaze pierced the shadows till he could see the owner of the scent and the face that he could see. a faemme, and a faemme that he had met before, once upon a time, when he had been younger, when he ahd first joined the proud ranks of the legandary Balkar.
slowly and silently he advanced. it had been a while since the pair had met and talked, argued, or interacted in any way. as he neared her her stopped, and still, without saying a word, he sat back on his haunches. he didnt speak till he judged the silence had to be broken and filled with words of intelligable converse.
'long time no see. we've both changed since that, at least on the outside.' he commented. indeed they had. for they had both grown. Serg made a point of remembering that all vargs change with time. he was not the young arrogant wolf he once was.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 1, 2005 0:49:38 GMT -5
The she-wolf gazed gently at Serg a churning sickness swelled within her stomach, butterflies one could call it. After all her loniless and solitude the fae oddly enough yearned for a creature who was familiar with her. Tamra and Serg were the only ones apart from Kanis that she had know since pup hood and Serza had to fight back the strong urge to rally toward the male and lick him in a subordinant way, seeking his company and affection.
The Balkar's words were calm and spoken in a tone she felt rather comfortable, this strange prickle inside the fae hit her like a wall and she phased back, a hesitant glance now replaced the look she had given him just before as Serza viewed the strangely changed Night Hunter. No longer was he arrogant and full of hot air, just as she was no longer the taunting, trouble-making, joyous pup she had once been. A new kind of fear enveloped her now, it wasn't the kind that one would feel if threatened by a giant animal or poacher, but she was frightened by her sudden yearn to speak to her once irritating enemy.
Her golden hues flickered as she pressed her hind foot backwards, trying to gesture to him a false expression of hatred toward him. She lowered her muzzle and stiffened her tail parallel to the mountainous terrain. Upon showing the attack stance, a bitter snarl pushed from her blacken maw. Did she truly want to push him away? At the moment though, the fae was doing her best to ignore these pestering questions while faced with the mann.
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Post by Serg on Feb 1, 2005 12:35:21 GMT -5
Serg surveyed her closely with his amber eyes, watching her expression change suddenely to agression. Serg wasnt paticularly in the mood to fight, but he was never in the mood to show submission or to make out he was weaker or not up for a fight. somehow his following reaction fitted in well with his Balkar background. he swished his black tail irritably in the air behind, thrust his black head forward, snapping his white teeth that so contrasted his black pelt of darkness, not far from Serza's cheek. his maw had mutated into a vicious snarl, and ears flexed back in a state of aggression. hackles raised along his back, black fur bristling.
'dont be foolish.' he snarled. taking a step forward, amber eyes piercing and staring straight at her. a strange buzzing sensation pestered him, like buzzing in his ear, yet it was from the inside. he felt so hollow most of the time. what were these thought pestering him? but he psuhed them aside. alien thoughts he had not the heart to listen to. they could not be important. they never were.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 1, 2005 18:55:17 GMT -5
The harsh growl floated from his maw that was nearly clamped upon her cheek, it whispered to her softly, strict instructions on how to prevent his wrath falling upon her. Instinct pushed through the fae's stubborn personality and ushered her to bow, Serza however was fighting this urge and snapped her manidble together while lowering her head and phasing to the side. The bite down was another warning that he had gotten to close to harming her, she glared up at the Night Hunter, at his flaming eyes that seemed to draw most of her attention. Her silken ears were kept level with her cranium while she held her position, she would not be the one to backdown.
His warm breath gently soothed her frost nipped nose as he exhaled inaudible breaths. A foolish feeling sunk in as she questioned her motives in this opposing fight and the feamme's solid expression watered down to one that felt that she had over reacted. Serg's stance was one that required respect, although she had not known of the Balkar wolves for that long she was taught that they demanded a unique respect for the positions they held in the Valley. They were to be feared and cautioned due to their strength and cunning. When she was young, Serza had disregarded all of these. The mistake would not be repeated.
Lignite fur mingled in a cat-like manner as the fae pressed the top of her skull against the dominant's neck. Tightly wrapped around her right leg the she-varg's tail curled to her underside as she took a lumbering step backwards, her two toned muzzle nearly scraping the ground to show her subservent side to the male. The next move was his to decide.
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Post by Serg on Feb 2, 2005 13:05:23 GMT -5
Serg's stance faltered as Serza pressed his skull against his neck. but apart from lifting his foreleg up and almost stepping back, it didnt show. the rumbling thunder in his throat, the growling, quietened slowly in response to Serza's newfound subserviance. a smiled toyed with the corners of his mouth. he straightened up from his agressive stance, standing normally for a while. now he was unsure what to do. for this wasnt exactly normal. if this meeting had occured in the past, they would have been at each toher's throats by now. slowly Serg sat back on his haunches. he could see that she was waiting for his to move. but what move she was expecting he wasnt sure.
this was a strange encounter for Serg. he had never been unsure about anything in his life before, and the feeling came with a wave of queasiness and a taste of alien emotions. it was as if they were both thrust into a different world entirely. both had changed so much, and it was as if they would ahve to start all over again.
as the subconscious part of Serg's mind dealt with this sudden change, from enemy and hatred to being confronted with almost an entirely different varg from who he knew, finding that he didnt despise this "new" Serza, Serg found that he was smiling. which was a strange thing. he didnt know why, but a smile was playing across his face. immediately the smile faltered as Serg became aware of it. his amber eyes flashed and he blinked, but he never took his eyes off Serza.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 3, 2005 0:34:52 GMT -5
The smile that seemed to toy around with Serg's mind did not phase that of Serza's. She merely thought that it was a gesture of victory over her once she had commited to her subservent position. Her body was still 'cept the light beating of her charcoal tail against the cool night air. Tor's shine giving off a pale shading to her beige colorings while the rest of her remain blended in with the surrounding darkness.
The fae's ochroid optics stared up at the male, glimmering their questionable intentions and taunting desires that lay dormit in a unaccessable area. She wasn't completely aware of how she viewed the Balkar male at this moment, and it was kept a secret to even herself as only thoughts of showing vunerablility surfaced to her mind.
Once recognizing the fact that Serg had no means to fight and cause harm to her she felt a heavy weight lift from her back as she remained frozen in her stand. It was only when she saw his smile disapate into a hardened look did Serza retreat into movement. She believed that he was asking for less of her still remaining dominance. So in turn she folded her legs and rolled over onto her back, the cold earth clinging to her follicles as she showed her undersides. If this did not win his approval she would have to make a quick run to avoid becoming a Night Hunter's victum, firm beliefs were plugged into her mind that this Balkar still considered her an enemy.
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Post by Serg on Feb 3, 2005 12:14:06 GMT -5
a puzz;ed look consumed Serg's expression. maybe now he was feeling like a complete social retard. but part of his mind knew better. it was with this former-enemy that he did not know how to act and react, and was surprisingly himself continously.
he watched her show more submission by rolling over, she did not need to do this anymore, maybe he hadnt made that fact quite clear. he stood up and took afew paces towards her. nudhing her side gently with his black muzzle. black fur blending with black fur - as if Serg was reaching his dark muzzle into even more darkness - to show that she did not need to act this way anymore.
yet at this show of almost gentleness, almost caring, almost friendly gesture, that was so alien to Serg, something sparked within him. the familiar feel of anger. yet this anger in itself was strange. for he didnt feel it towards Serza, he felt it towards himself. what was he doing? why didnt he know what was going on inside his head? inside himself? why was this suddenly so confusing?! before the sun had set, when Serg had been sleeping in the shadows of the day, and before all of that, he had known everything so clearly, why now did everythign seem so cloudy?
he growled and sprung away. disappearing into shadow with his tails wishing angrily behind him. before he had known he hated Serza. he had hated her, and that was secure, he knew how he felt. why not now? now they ahd both changed, and he no longer felt hate towards her. yet it was not the respect that he felt for the fellow Balkar, not the same feeling at all. and it was so strange it sprung confusion, and then anger in Serg. why didnt he know? he coudlnt he jsut get a grip? he snarled viciously and his paw snagged upon a branch, furious he tore it apart, splinters flying everywhere and one large piece of wood lodging itself in his cheek. but Serg didnt notice, and he didnt stop till the bracnh was totally gone. it had served itself punishment for being in his path.
a small voice reminded hi that he had left Serza all alone. without an explanation for his actions. slowly, he went back. unsure exactly of what he would say. as he returned, he lay down, noticing the pain in his cheek he started to paw at the wood lodged there, wincing as the rough movement made it dig in even further.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 4, 2005 1:52:44 GMT -5
The shadow-like figure shifted in movement as she watched him carefully, blissful sounds of the night caressing her inner most fears that the Balkar might be lurking hidden anger toward her. Yet all of this doubt was shunned away as a gentle nudge awoken her from submission. She could feel herself staring into flaming ambers as he willingly touched her hide, the soft warmth from his snout fluxuating into her body. Slow breaths were taken as she saw the internal revolution course through Serg, and she rose to her feet. Thoughts rushed to her head and a small wince could be noted in her nearly transfixed expression upon the male.
Shaken from her gaze only when the ebon mann vanished in a hurried run. What had she done? Serza was obviously not fully knowledgable of how this specific Night Hunter worked in the interior, and therefore she found this sudden disapperance to be akward. Feelings she could not hide lurched forward and a beige paw was placed forward. A slow pace was taken at first, the pitter patter of worn pads echoing on the rocky ground. The tempo quickened as her frantic eyes could not find the imagery they were aiming for.
It was only when his grey outlined frame bekoned her sight did she truly see him. Tor's lighting kindly shimming down upon them giving both a unique pale glow tracing along their outer figures. His chest which rose and fell captivating her attention for a moment until he lay on the floor. Serza cocked her head as Serg pawed at his injured cheek, her flaxen eyes finally resting on the problem.
An emotionless look was etched on her face as she calmly walked over to him. Haulting just in front of him the fae peered down in a tempered stare, if a stranger were to try and analize this situation they would believe Serza were to attack the other. Instead...
A beige bottomed muzzle gingerly reached forward brushing along side his snout until reaching the wood chip. Canines wrapped their tender grip around and with a quick jerk of her head the feamme rendered the bark from his cheek. After letting the large splinter fall from her maw she dipped her muzzle and turned from Serg. Though she no longer saw him as an enemy either, she felt the need to leave.
Her presence had caused him enough trouble.
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Post by Serg on Feb 4, 2005 11:30:06 GMT -5
Serg's ears flexed back, flinching at the soft touch rather than the pain of the splinter being ripped out from where it had once been embedded in his flesh.
but as the faemme turned to leave Serg perked his ears and lifted his head up. it was a extremely strange feeling he had never felt before. he did not want her to leave. Serg flicked his black tail across the ground till it curled behind his hind leg in irritation with himself. never before had he minded if a varg left or came. the could do as they please for all he cared. only sometimes did he cared if he truly despired the varg, but not wanting one to leave was an utterly alien sensation that Serg was not used to. and admittedly, was scared of. he did not know what was going on inside his head, and that was a rather daunting thing for Serg.
quickly he raised himself till he was standing and advanced again. 'why?' he asked. he couldnt think of anything else to say. and he wasnt being specifically clear. he could be asking her why the sky was blue, why she was leaving, why it went dark at night, why he was so confused, why grass is green, why vargs hunt the herla. he could be asking anything, but couldnt find any other word to say. he coudlnt force any other word out of his maw of darkness.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 5, 2005 4:10:52 GMT -5
Silence had enveloped the area for quite some time, neither of them had spoken a word after Serg's first sentance, they would gesture and display the meanings of what they currently thought, but that world was all shattered by the demanding question that struck out like a hammer upon the icey quiet. It was only a word yet it held so many meanings and needed so many resolutions.
The fae withdrew her next step and turned her muzzle to the mann. Looking back at his bluring image that was only briefly outlined along the thin hairs of his back she saw a wolf who was now granted special acceptance into her every thought and emotion. A wolf who held a unique significance that stood out amongst the others that she had met. Her life was truly not a waste now that she had found a creature who could share her inner being with her. But could he ever except it, being a stranger to feelings? Never-the-less she did not require him to change. The way he stood before her... was the way she desired him, this of course was kept immersed under her tongue.
In answer to his question she replied, "Because as you've known we have both changed in many ways." A grim seriousness swept over her profile as her last word faded into the night. She did not want to specify her retort to his vague request for Serza disliked insinuating anything about another but, her statement was true and she knew he had knowledge of this.
Swinging her head back around she continued her walk, not in particularly sure if her disoriented mind knew where to take her.
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Post by Serg on Feb 6, 2005 9:14:01 GMT -5
Serg felt a strange sinking feeling in the pit of his gut as he watched the faemme continue to walk away. this strange feeling stung at his senses, his pride, he was a Balkar, why was he feeling like this?
a small part of his brain showed him a memory, of the fortune teller and the she-varg he had almost befriended with the scar on her leg, telling him something he had never taken much notice of before, and had dismissed it utterly. "you may take the title of the First Among The Putnar, Serg, you stand under the banner of the proud and mighty, that elevate themselves above all free vargs, and rightly so, you belong in a feared and famed pack. but the Balkar have but one fault. they forget that they too are vargs, jsut like the rest of us, and just like the rest of us, somewhere deep inside you, you have feelings too. they're just hidden, waiting to be felt. dont be afraid of them. i can See, at some point, you will realise and remember this. dont be afraid of yourself Serg."
Serg sheilded his amber eyes from the world at this point, his head bowed ever so slightly. when he opened them again, Serza had gone from sight. he was surrounded by the darkness that he so loved.
Serg ran off, silently, at a diagonal course from which Serza had taken. his path took up up the side of a mountain. if Serza continued in a straight line, she would eventually come to pass an overhanging crag. he didnt want to directly follow her, what would be the point? she obviously wanted to leave. but his heart increased pace to feed oxygen he was swallowing in to his muscles as his limbs carried him swiftly towards his destination. he skidded to a halt on the small precipice. but it was tall enough to elevate him into the darkness of the sky above the ground below. his amber eyes searching for any movement, searching and yearning for the beige fur mingled with fur of blackness moving inbetween the shadows. his paws were on the very edge and he stood tall with his tail arched proudly, he spotted movement below, and his coal eyes perked attentively. he couldnt help it, he lifted his jet-black muzzle to the dark sky, parted his lips, and from them issued a piercing howl. the song of the Night Hunter, mingled with notes of his own making. sorrowful and yearning notes danced with the hollow and feared howl of the Balkar, making it sound quite different, yet still the same.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 6, 2005 13:14:46 GMT -5
Beaded golds from below rose to the occasion of light pitter-patter that echoed the sound of agile footfalls. They met with the burning ambers of mixed sentiment a troubled mind that pounded for resolution to its problems. Onyx sensors collapsed along her crania and her tail curled around her beige leg, there he was standing over her in a most dominant fashion, but looking at his eyes she found herself transfixed on his flustering emotions that wavered from coldness to warmth. His indecisiveness and strange expression burden her with a sickening worry for him.
Serza although once seeing this varg as an enemy now wished no hardships upon him. She gave a yearning lurch forward as if she was about to scale the steep hillside to reach him at the top, but withdrew the attempt for she wouldn’t make it. An agitated whine transpired from her maw out into the chilling air, which carried its high notes. She desperately wanted to relieve this newfound puzzle that baffled him little did she suspect that she was part of the reason.
A beautiful echoing chorus that sung from the male above her then abruptly drowned her malnourished whine out. His muzzle had shot straight to Tor, which watched them from her heavenly abode. The Night Hunter’s hymn wrapped its soothing grasp around her and tranquility ushered her tensed muscles to subside. The fae’s gaze rested on the Mann an even deeper longing pulsed through her as she kept her senses keen to his music. Her expression however remained emotionless as she threw up her own muzzle and released a soft melody that chorused along with the Balkar’s. Her pitch carrying slightly higher then his as it faded down to silence.
What was going to happen now?
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Post by Serg on Feb 6, 2005 13:54:20 GMT -5
Serg's muscles quivered as Serza added her own music to his, there was something about that, made him feel that maybe she was jsut walking away from him. maybe not. as his howl and her howl faded into the deathly silence of the night he slowly lowered his head and his gaze till his gaze met hers. he craned his head forward, breath billowed out of his flared nostrils in plumes of mist.
again he turned on his heel and ran, shooting like a dart back down the slopes of the mountain and around, till eventually he was following the path she had taken, and as he could see her before him he slowed his run to a walk. head parallel to his spine and ears perked forwards, slowly advancing. not saying a word, not because he wanted to be silent and creep up on her, but because he could still find no words to say.
he stopped by her side and sat back slowly on his haunches. unsure of what would happen next. this was one thing in his life that he had never planned, or expected to happen.
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