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Post by Serg on Feb 12, 2005 14:12:22 GMT -5
<private thread between Serg and Serza>
the last fires of night died away, stars shining their last bright light before they went out like the dying embers of a once great fire. to replace the thousands of bright lights embedded in the heavens, the sky slowly turned to a lighter shade of blue, till the streaky clouds turned shades of peach and pink as the fiery red disc of the sun rose out of the East and spread the first rays of daylight across the land, chilled by the cold night.
Serg , stood upon the top of the valley curled his lips in a snarl at the daylight now threading its way around every shadow. his favourite time was night, and that had slipped away. he turned from this new day and slunk down into the deep shadow of the valley. in this pale light of dawn, the shadows had not yet given up their reign over the land, and lay dense in the sanctuary of the valley.
Sergs amber eyes burned as they sought out places for his paws to tread, so that his bulk did not slip into an uncontrolled fall, down into the raging river beneath.
the valley slowly levelled out from a steep slope into a more gentle slope, then Serg reached the river below. he drank deeply from the water where it ran more slowly at the edge. as soon as he had drunk his fill, he lifted his jet-black head from the river, drops of the crystallic liquid dripping from his coal black maw before his pink tongue emerged to lick his muzzle, removing the excess water. his eyes searched the surrounding area, the air was still chill, and his breath curled upwards in a pale mist, Transylvania still caught in winter, spring was yet to unfold, but the promise of it was near, even now he could taste it on the breeze. it was close, but then so was another. Serg's hackles raised and a growl emitted from his throat. he could sense some other presense, and hsi burning gaze searched for the other who was close by..
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Post by Eveline on Feb 13, 2005 12:25:36 GMT -5
As dawn peaked over the mighty Carpathians, an ebon head rose to its occasion with a distasteful look in her expression. She was a pure Nightdancer, the group of wolves that were mysterious in their power and lacked the will to with stand daylight. So naturally Serza herself felt a twang of disturbance, as the light broke free of his darken hold, burning brightly the streaks of gold hit the mountaintops first and skimmed its way down.
Her gaze turned to the laser like impact of light upon earth; her watering eyes narrowed and flaxen color consumed dilating pupils. No longer able to endure the shine she lowered her sight to the base of the mountain, where shadow continued to thrive. Her expression then suddenly broadened to that of a quizzical look, a tilt of her head signified something was amiss.
Stalking forward, her footfalls covered by the audible silence in the forest were quiet and smooth in gate. Her head was low and auds stabilized in a attentive position as they caught the sound of lapping water. The nearer she drew a low rumble began to surface, putting a quirk freeze in Serza’s movements. She no longer felt that advancing was a safe option. Her tail stiffened parallel to the floor and vertebra arched in an attack carriage. A snarl rolled from her throat and off her tongue into the air as her nasals continued to search for a scent that did not come.
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Post by Serg on Feb 13, 2005 12:52:54 GMT -5
Serg's ears perked at the returned snarl, was there a familiar note in it, or had he just heard another's wolf snarling back at him once too often? the gravelly note continued to roll off his pinky tongue and he advanced slowly, till his gaze caught the shape of a black and beige faemme. her scent washed over him and his snarling ceased, disappating into nothingness.
dipping his head in a swift motion he acknowledged the faemme's presence but his tail swished in a dangerous flicking motion behind his black-pelted bulk, his gaze fixed upon she who had also sought the comfort and protection of the deep shadow of the valley, seeking the life beyond the light of the rising sun. keeping his maw shut, Serg's mind raced back to what the fortune teller Ivee had told him of his future, but he smiled inwardly. there were many possible futures for each varg, and here he was faced with an enigma he never knew how to solve or figure out. the mysterious faemme dubbed Serza.
'yet again we meet in the darkness. some could say we have a knack for finding each other.' Serg said, his voice cool and calm, suiting the shade that surrounded the pair perfectly.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 13, 2005 13:32:02 GMT -5
The onyx fae’s warning subsided into whispers upon the zephyr’s as her voice muttered a familiar name, “Serg.” Indeed it was the male that she had long accomplished an interest in, his fur seemed to give off an even blacker appearance now that the shadows were slowly dying off. She acknowledged his own presence by mimicking the dip of his muzzle and plunged her own to the ground in a formal greeting.
After many moons of mourning the beta Kanis’s death, Serza had come to feel more comfortable and gradually her old senses were coming about her. The sparks of a poisonous varg refueling the passive nature she had kept for the short while. Now she looked at the Mann with a snake like slither to her walk as she advanced towards him. Her tail beating in the warming air and fur bristled with a vile excitement.
As she drew closer her maw pursed for speech’s way, “I’d have to agree, the darkness seems to attract both of us to its core...” her vocals were soft and wily in tone as she spoke of the valley’s last remaining darkness.
Her slender figure found a most intoxicating position in front of Serg, she was low to the ground until she pushed upwards and pressed her crania to that of his neck. Her ears level with her head and golden hues tightly shut as a smirk of pleasurable comfort slid along her maw.
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Post by Serg on Feb 13, 2005 13:57:20 GMT -5
there was something in the way Serza moved that made Serg feel the need to chance his stance and react, but not by voicing his thoughts. he stood up straighter, his ears perked forwards in attention, tail whisking the darkness dangerously as his eyes drank in every movement the faemme made. as she came into contact with him he let out a deep throated growl, more a purr of pleasure like a cat than showing agression like a varg.
Serg's amber eyes lidded as he stood for a second not moving. part of him feeling that he never wanted to move again. but then the angry fire of the Balkar relit and consumed this small part of him, overpowering it and consuming it. the pleasured vocals of deep throated growling turned into a snarl and he pushed her away, leaping at her to pin her down to show that he was not weak, there was some part of him that still had a need to prove that, and was fighting the strangness of the situation Serg found himself in.
'how can you make me seem so weak?' he snapped, teeth and pink gums contrasting his black fur as he bared both in a vicious snarl. teeth not far from her flesh concealed behind her sleek fur. 'and why is this so complicated when every other varg would say that it isnt or shouldnt be!' he growled. amber eyes alive with a furious fire.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 13, 2005 22:52:16 GMT -5
The deep-throated growl resonated through Serza’s body, her heart began to pulsate quicker then it ever had before. Her muzzle slid through the thick tuff of fur on his chest until the movement paused, her pink tongue caressing the black pelt that adorn Serg’s frame so perfectly. Abruptly a strange sensation tapped at her sixth sense and golden hues shot open with alarm. She however, remained frozen in her stance next to Serg as she felt the swell’s of wickedness rekindle and grow within him. Everything now was racing inside her for she was close to him, to close now that he could kill her, but she loved him and didn’t care so she stood her ground as the purr like growl faded into a snarl of danger.
Roughly Serza could feel the impact of Serg’s power clashing with her bodice, which sent her hurtling backwards. His imposing build standing over her and sneering down with a most angered look. Vicious words cascaded from his ebon maw to hers demanding what she had done to his stone like mind. The two toned fae gave a wirier smirk that followed with the thoughts of submissive behavior, must she show him how great he really was to her? In her mind he was not weak at all.
An emotionless expression wiped the sly cunning that was left mantling over her façade and she lurched toward the Mann’s snout. She gently bit at his maw and licked after each nip, her tongue slipping into his maw as it was still left agape from growling. The rough flesh slid along the caverns of his mouth until lolling in her own, she continued to show his dominance thru her actions and awaited his approval or rejection. OOC: let the courting begin.
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Post by Serg on Feb 14, 2005 6:03:35 GMT -5
Serg snarled at the nip, but his snarl was muffled by the lick, body frozen as his upper lip twitched from being emotionless to edging back towards a snarl again. hovering inbetween emotions of letting himself give in, or continuing to give in to the anger that constantly burned inside him. for a while he didnt move until he emitted a low growl opening his maw he clamped his sharp teeth down on her soft fur about her neck, not letting his teeth sink in or cause hurt, to him, this was a sign that he would not hurt her, whether she understood the sign or not. for like this, he could easily lkill her, could easily let his shapr teeth sink into her neck and force her out of this world forever, but to the black Night Hunter, this was his way of saying it would never happen. slowly he let go again and nipped her ear. he could smell her overpowering scent, and all the while a deep throated growl rumbled and resonated in his chest, racketing off his ribcage. but it was again more like the first growl, edgeing towards a purr of pleasure.
slowly, and almost experimentally his tongue flicked out of his jet-black maw, greeting her muzzle in a tender lick. jerking his head back again his lips curled into a snarl, baring his sharp teeth again. a vicious nature he had trouble quietening at any given time. OOC: french kissing? in wolves? LOL
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Post by Eveline on Feb 14, 2005 18:01:17 GMT -5
Muscles tensed under tight skin as Serg’s bite held a gentle force to Serza’s flocculent fur; she ceased her mouthing gestures and lay still in his hold. The interpretation was clear, she knew at any moment her life could end by his madness, but her did not hurt her and the fea understood his intentions. Even with his death grip around her scruff she felt secure in his presence and that nothing else could harm her.
Charcoal beige hide fell back into place as he released her, her position remaining prone and submissive to his which towered over her. She could feel his deep purring resound through her deepest flesh. Concentrated and focused her golden optics transfixed upon his fiery ambers that burned with his Balkar bloodline.
He leaned in closer…<br> Serza, instead of bracing for another bite, lay relaxed and withdrawn from any of those thoughts, she now knew Serg would not kill her. However alternately he licked her, affection seeping from his maw and onto the warm press of pink on ebon. She relished this feeling that thrived until he backed away, lips forming into a harsh snarl, his Balkan nature pushing to be released once again.
Giving a lick under his silken muzzle the fea herself curled her chops into that of a snarl. She knew he stood dominantly over her but at the same time, she wished to make it clear to him that she would not be so easily pushed around. After displaying this act she mixed it with her own benevolent kisses, there was to be no hard feelings between them. Patiently she waited for his approval and consideration of letting her stand.
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Post by Serg on Feb 14, 2005 18:22:05 GMT -5
he replied to lick by giving the fae a loving lick on her beautiful silken muzzle, and replued to her snarl by answering with his own. strangely, he was not angered by this as he might have by any other varg, and knew that she wasnt always going to be submissive, but he admired that in her, that she had the gut to show she wasnt so easily pushed around when she was in such a position. there were no hard feelings, and somewhere in the pit of his stomach Serg sensed there never would be. that was the normalty in him talking, not the untameable Night Hunter.
he lowered his head till his black nose was pressed against her neck, slipping his head down till his head lay resting upon her soft fur. quite content to jsut drink in her scent as he stayed in this position of affection. after a while, he lifted his head again giving Serza a tender lick on her muzzle. the growling purr sound that resounded in him continued on and on till he doubted it would ever stop. and his amber eyes drank in every detail of the beautiful faemme's features. he had never been more at ease, even with all his snarling and growling.
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Post by Eveline on Feb 15, 2005 2:33:49 GMT -5
Serza’s rays of Fenris tightly shut upon the feeling of touch. The Balkar’s velvet muzzle lining down hers in an ardor embrace, she joined this showing of desires with her own tender rub of snout along his cheek. Passion filled her heart and mind a feeling unknown to her being until this very moment, indeed being with Kanis gave a light air to her step but, this was a completely different surge of emotion. Some how with all this mad rushing to her brain she remained lax, just as Serg was, she herself was calm. The evil that Wolfbane had left stained upon her personality now washed away for this mere time. Tranquility set in at the very instant the male began to show his sentimental side, it was a right feeling, and although strange and unfamiliar she welcomed it warmly into her persona dipping her body into the comforting waters that soothed her troubles.
The gentle breeze brushed against her face and her eyes softly reopened to gaze at Serg who had just pulled away, carrying within his irises a caring and devoted look. At that instant never did she wish to leave his side. Once obtaining space from the Night Hunter Serza swung her head forward, shifting her weight and finally reaching her paws. Turning to face the drug she was so forcefully addicted to, she padded closer to his face, auds collapsed along her skull’s frame and a sweeten look upon her. Cautiously and gently she lightly tapped at his nose with her own as if testing the water to see if it was to cold and then finally plunging in. The fae nuzzled his side, her tail curling in a zealous motion while she whispered quietly words for only him to hear.OOC: ¬¬ french kissing... lol thats not exactly what i had in mind but hey you can let you imagination take you where it wants and those words she whispering well they're sensored because i'm sure we have an audiance, i wont mention any names. BiLa EdIt: Won't mention any names? I'm insulted.
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Post by Serg on Feb 15, 2005 6:40:07 GMT -5
the peace of mind and tranquility that washed over the black Balkar was so surreal, so unlike him, that he was beginning to wonder if it was all a dream, just a weird dream that he would wake out of and wake up to yet another dark night. a determined voice in head growled that if this really was a dream, then he never wanted to wake up, and he would spend an eternity sleeping if it meant this.
intoxicated with her scent, his ears perked up just in time to catch the whispered words, and they sent a smile curling up his lips and replacing the emotionless expression he had had upon his maw with a contented and pleased smile. he nuzzled her gently with his muzzle then regarded her beautiful eyes closely.
'walk with me a while?' he growled turning slightly with his paw raised, waiting for her and inviting her to join him whilst he walked upstream. truthfully he could ahve stayed like they were forever more and a day, but he knew that somewhere along the line intelligent speech would ahve to be swapped, and truthfully he liked the idea of her walking beside him.OOC: lol i know i was joking, just my weird sense of humour coming out again. and hello faithful audience *waves* is the show to your liking so far?
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Post by Eveline on Feb 15, 2005 18:20:57 GMT -5
“Yes…” she cooed softly in retort to Serg’s invitation. In one swift leap the fea strode forward, muscles fervid in finally being able to escape, her body rejoicing in the freedom of stride. Thinking back on her last open run was when she was in the waterfall district, many males were courting their loved ones and she stood alone. Only finally to be greeted by a stranger, the male was broad and large, jet-black fur mantled his pale skin, the mann was Tamra. He had come to converse with her, and she, although a travel that had heard of almost every varg in the valley, had not come to know of Tamra, vaguely had she heard his name spoken but nothing more then that. His name was never thrusted into the open air from the maws of those she knew, it was whispered for her not to hear, fright holding back their tongues. It wasn’t until she met Kanis did she hear his name said so bluntly. She then escorted Tamra off into a moderate jog thru the forests that surrounded the pool, running was her passion.
Fenris struck down just as she stepped off, sunlight chasing the pair thru the shadows. Crisp morning air filling her lungs and feelings of ecstasy curling within. Sprinting with an effortless power that swallowed ground into its empty belly, she grazed over hills and plains, the snow melting into soft slush as the light warmed their cold hearts. It was in every fiber of her being to bound at such a fast pace, she could not help herself. Every while Serza felt a brush of fur against her flank, it was a most sensual touch, she would casually nudge into the wolf next to her, unable to withdraw the yearn to collide. OOC: wow we've attracted Bila. i had no idea she was amongst them, i knew Sakita was but Bila... my my. thats a pleasant suprise.
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Post by Serg on Feb 16, 2005 7:08:42 GMT -5
as the pair ran, their paces perfectly matched as smooth pelted limbs stretched in the pace to carry their's owners bulk faster and faster over the spring earth, already beginning to thaw in the early spring. Serg could not help but intentionally let his side brush against hers, and she was doing the same. there was some strange feeling in that contact, electric almost that almost made Serg want to lift his jet-black muzzle to the sky and howl for an eternity, howling a song of happiness, joy, wholefulness and the strange alienity of the situation he found himself in. but he knew that if he howled, his song would begin with that of the Balkar, the pack that had made him into what he was today, and he would never be rid of that, and neither did he want to be.
his amber eyes hardly payed any attention to his footing or where he was going, this being so natural that his paws found their own way and miraculously did noy find any roots or snag on, or any sudden pits to fall in, or anythign to make him stumble or stall. his gaze was constantly reverted back to the beautiful faemme running at his side, one he would love to ahve at his side forever.
he payed hardly any attention to the land surrounded them, they must have run fast and far, but in truth Serg felt that they had spent hardly any time running at all. till he noticed the surroundings up again. slowly he slowed his pace as they crested a small slope that created a natural viewpoint over still and silent marshes. he couldnt help but stop and look at them, the way the light moved on the still waters, the shadows cast by the reeds danced in the mud and crystallic clear liquid. his eyes captivated by the stillness and brooding land of marsh.OOC: wow theres two more people in the audience than i originally thought. we're evidently more popular than it seems
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Post by Eveline on Feb 16, 2005 16:23:00 GMT -5
Aligning her footfalls with that of Serg’s, the fae’s pace gradually slowed until the mann next to her came to a stop. Her golden optics scowering the land before them. Such terrain she had never seen sent chills of thrill down her spine. Here before her lay perils and undiscovered terrain, her expression held that of awe as she examined the vast space.
Gently she lowered herself down the hillside which, when reaching the bottom melted into that of a frosty marsh. At the time it was rather barren looking, lifeless trees clawing with their nails at the heavens and frozen grass of a golden brown pigment littering the floor. A smile reaped along her lips, to think of this marsh at the time of summer was an extraordinary picture, flourishing greenery and lera by the many resting within the forest’s security only venturing out to drink from the water’s edge. Most of the water was clean and fresh but a spot stood out, its haze contrasting with the crystalline shimmer of the sanitary waters. It was dirty and toxic, a potion of death that could slowly drown a beating heart.
Hesitantly stepping forward, after turning back to give Serg a ‘look at this’ glance, Serza placed a beige paw into the slushy shallows. The marsh was cold from the chilling night. The fea advanced in the waters cautiously moving through the land as if a set of teeth were ready to clamp down on her foot.
Her nares swelled with each new smell that flauxuated around her façade. Golden hues focused and concentrated on her surroundings. Body language airing an alert posture that carefully regarded each placement of step. Stalking her way thru the stillness that rippled with impact from her movement she crossed the marsh until she came to a small incline of land. Stepping upon the single stair that raised her body above the marsh she gazed down at a running river, small in size compared to others in the valley. Miniature boulders neatly placed in the water left an obvious path to the other side.
Gathering up her courage Serza crossed the river smoothly jumping from stone to stone until pouncing on the solid shore ahead. Turning back she yet again glanced at her admired one awaiting him to transverse from the other side. She then turned round front and tilted her head at the tangles of dry branches before her; she padded up to it and sniffed at the mess, the scent of ground air transpiring from the area. Curious now as to why it was so, she forcefully bit at the tree limbs until they snapped and cleared a hole at the bottom of the disorderly twigs. Sinking to the floor Serza pushed in to see a dark cavern holding no scent of a previous owner. OOC: Be back in a few
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Post by Serg on Feb 16, 2005 17:21:58 GMT -5
Serg followed Serza through the marshes, letting his balck paws slip into the chill waters, his nose drank in the scents of the marshes, and ears perked to hear any sound singled out from the air. amber eyes flicked from one patch to another. seeing the sunlight from the dawn playing upon the still waters, watching the ripples from Serza's and his own wading paws madking the shadows and light move and wriggle in the clear waters of the marsh. or looking towards the putrid and muddy area of the marsh, forboding, toxic and eerie.
he sprang across the running river showing as much agility as Serza herself, and landing with ease on the other side. he wondered at her tearing away the branches of a thicket, as he hadnt scented that area, but as he peered into the thicket his curiosity perked at the yawning hole in the ground. leaning forward he sniffed it experimentally. no scent of other lera came from the dry cold earth. for him this hole really held no larger curiosity. it was a hole in the ground, what excitement could stem from a hole in the ground? yet at the same time, shadows dwelt and thrived in this hole. and maybe it did shelter a secret that his nose could not single out. his gaze flicked to Serza, then back to the cavern and he stepped forward, slipping through the entrance and into the depths of the den. it eventually opened out into a bigger room, the scent that of dry earth, unadultered by any other scent. Serg growled at the roots of the bushes that made up the thicket as they poked through the ceiling of the cavern and looked about him. looking back to make sure he could get back out again, which he would be able to do, and quite easily.
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