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Post by mitia on Feb 24, 2006 23:08:47 GMT -5
-removed kacia due to no replies... she shall return-
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Post by Carcharoth on Mar 6, 2006 16:18:21 GMT -5
Aww and I was all set to come on and ruin some little cubby's life there... Ack well, maybe another time?
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Post by mitia on Mar 7, 2006 2:45:31 GMT -5
(I reposted because you showed interest so I hope you still are!)
Taking a deep breath as she passed into the Balkar territories, Kacia kept alert knowing she may very well find trouble. Her eyes were bright orbs reflecting the moon and her mostly dark pelt kept her an ever moving shadow as she seemed to float atop the ground rather than trot upon it. Her nose twitched with the smells of the territory that was quite familiar to her from the scent her father would carry on his pelt when he decided to come around. Kacia knew he was a fierce member as well as advesary when it came to his pack so she sought him out now to see if she too could follow in his paw prints. One sixteenth dog she looked all wolf, acted all wolf, as well as threatened to kill any varg who thought otherwise so thus far her secret was safe. Not even her own father knew because if he did he would surely never accept her just as any other Balkar would not.
Her fur sticking up on end at odd angles gave her an awkward shape just as her scarred ear did as she tensed up moving further into the area. Licking her maw eagerly now she awaited her presence to be noticed or questioned by any of the pack members and she longed to meet the infamous Serg. Kacia cared not about her pretty faemme name or kerl mother right now, her obsessive thoughts swam of visions as a member of the Balkar. Her sex would not keep her from obtaining her goal no matter what, she would see to that. Although tales of Sarnes had reached her, she would not be dissuaded from joining the all male pack. Throughout her life she could not stand a single fae varg so she refused to be around them at all costs. In fact the fae herself had only bothered to fight several fae's who proved they were worthy of her slashing teeth and each had fallen. Fighting male varg proved more of an equal fight although she had lost and won to about an equal number making her smile in pleasure.
Her orb-like eyes and white teeth glinted more in the moon as a slick smile spread across her maw and her bristled tail stood straight out behind her, ears now back in excited anticipation. How much longer till she was discovered. Surely this pack kept tight perimeters or would this be easier than she thought. Come on feared Balkar, "come stop the big bad faemme before havoc erupts" she sneered under her breath. Kacia was more than thoroughly hoping to meet Serg after hearing such stories of him she assumed he was that great of a varg. She swished her tail angrily at the thought of Serg's mate whom she had heard of but not much about. Ears back for a moment she loathed the thought of another fae around the Balkar varg which she knew would get her in trouble if she revealed but nothing about a fae appealed to her.
Her ears still back she now wondering about her own lonliness. No such male varg thus far was able to love her for what she was and no matter how much she told herself she didn't care she did. Shaking herself she shook the thought and presumed her stalking into the Balkar lands. "How much longer?" she wondered. "The varg should be all over by now. Perhaps that little war of theirs has started." Sierra let the thought pass through her mind then decided it could not be true. There was not enough talk of it yet to the outside wolf packs of Transylvania. Kacia would have to act fast if she is to stand behind them in their war. A low growl rumbled in her throat at the thought of it. She knew she would fight for the Balkar and what they believed was right.
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Post by Carcharoth on Mar 13, 2006 16:31:58 GMT -5
((Oh yay, a Balkar member that Carcharoth despises. This should make it all the more fun. Heheh ))
For several moons now the Balkan lands seemed to have been lying dormant to those varg on the outside, in the real world. But far from it. Inside it's misty depths, life had been stirring, though unfortunately not enough of it. The First of the Balkar, the strong, hotheaded Serg, had been illusive and in hiding for as long as the land's seemingly dormant state - in hiding with a young varg the Balkar and Sarnes, his two packs, had kidnapped from their enemy's packlands, Ge-Rad. Wolfbane only knows what the First was doing with the little whelp, and Carcharoth could have cared less about it. At this moment in time, all he cared about was trying to liven his homelands up a bit more. But with members all following their Dragga and becoming illusive themselves, he found his task even more impossible as each day passed. The darkness of night enveloped the Balkan lands into further darkness, Tor's ghostly white glow illuminating the thick mist that shrouded the lands and creating a glistening net of moisture that hung heavily in the air. Scents weren't necessarily travelled on the wind, for at times there was no wind. Instead they hung thickly in the air like the mist, latching onto vegetation, rocks and earth. It spread like creeping algae over bark and rocky terrain. And one particular scent had attracted the Lead Lacan just by his passing the borders.
Of course, the enormous beast had not been simply cruising the borders in hope of finding tresspassers. In fact, he'd been on his way out of the territory. Suns now he had found only the faint scents of other Night Hunters, but had seen none. Most of their scents in fact led to the borders and out - so the male was on his way out to retrieve some of their filthy hides and bring them back to their territory. But with this new scent, feminine at that, drawing his attention in, the brute couldn't help but sidetrack his previous plans. The ebony pelted male was larger than most, even slightly larger than the First Serg. His thick pelt was that of the deep midnight sky, and only the silvery flecks of hair that tainted his muzzle broke up it's perfect pitch. His enormous bulk was loosely covered by that of a thick skin, one that seemed slightly too large for him and hung grotesquely around his belly and neck. However not to be fooled, beneath his loose skin, the Lead Lacan carried thick layers of muscle that pushed his massive weight forward and brought his show of power to its zenith. Though this was not the most unusual part of this Night Hunter, it was his facial features that often drew in the most attention. At the peak of his cranium, only one aud stood erect. Where the left should have been now only a few tufts of hair resided. Running from these tufts was a long silver scar that ran straight through his eye, one that was now blind and as white as Tor herself. The other was that of the deepest and most poisonous greens. And though the left may have been blind, many found it deeply unsettling...as though it still had a life of its own and could see straight through into their soul.
Large pads crushed the debris beneath them as he made his way through a paw trodden path, head and tail both level with his spine as he rounded a corner and came to an abrupt stop. There she was. Her frame was fairly well built that he could see, and her muscles finely tuned for her young age. What in Wolfbane's jaws could have possessed her to enter these lands? Lifting his tail and head higher now, Carcharoth padded forward until he was not too far from her and let a low rumbling growl riverberate from deep within his chest. "Well well well, what is a little deffenseless faemme such as yourself doing out here?" he chuckled coldly, a sinister grin crawling eerily across his broad muzzle.
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Post by mitia on Mar 14, 2006 14:32:04 GMT -5
Kacia's heart leapt deep into her throat, lodged there for a moment at the sudden presence of a Balkan varg so close to her. His scent made her smile, it was mixed with so many different elements as well as emotions. Perhaps the Balkar would not dissappoint her afterall even it took so long for one of its members to finally realize her entrance. Large almond eyes took in his shape which was quite lumbering yet powerful. His black as night pelt shrouding him in the darkness and mist that enveloped them both. One of his auds was missing, leaving an ungainly appearance much like her own misshapen ear gave her. She took note of the large scar running from the missing aud over to a milky white orb that was once, unmistakably a chemical green to match its partner. The male's eyes seemed to study her as much as her own studied him.
Feeling quite calm in the his presence she did not feel threatened by an attack but she kept her muscles poised for action. Sneaky eyes scanned the area without moving her head much to note any other varg that may be trying to circle her for an ambush. So far everything seemed safe or as safe as one could expect in the lands of these merciless man varg. Perking her ears up as she spoke, Kacia seemed to become entwined his words, appreciating every syllable he uttered to her. It was a privelege to her, being spoken to by one of the infamous members of The Balkar pack that held her father as a valued member.
The light from Tor reflected off the varg's one milky orb, illuminating his face with an eerie cadence. This is what she had been waiting for, no yearning for. Now was the time for her to act, give her first impressions to one of the Balkar. Inhaling sharply she spoke smoothly, without fear to him telling him what she thought would be best. For in places such as this, games were a way of life, even though she wasn't necessarily trying to be sneaky, cunning was in order. "Defenseless?" She paused before locking her eyes on his or the one working orb, for that matter. "Hardly. I have some buisness here that i must attend to. Where is your leader, Serg?"
Her tail curled near her body before she flicked it behind her as if to show she was ready for anything he would try to throw at her. Kacia meant business, so the unkown status of this varg would not keep her from obtaining her goal. Although interested by him, she did not feel she had the time to waste, but must see and speak with Serg as soon as possible. The war may have begun already, preoccupying the pack so she must find her way into its ranks smoothly. There was enough disruption as well as corruption to spare throughout Transylvania and right now she wished to join a pack as well as succeed in her utmost goals.
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Post by Carcharoth on Mar 14, 2006 14:58:42 GMT -5
With the mention of Serg, Carcharoth's lips twitched slightly and his aud flexed back for a split second before pressing forward once more. What would this idiotic faemme want with his Dragga? Did it really matter? Of course not. There was no way she could see him, for the First was far too busy. Not to mention incredibly illusive to even those of his own packs, for Carcharoth had not seen his leader for nearly two full moons. Though of course she did not need to know this. A deep growl escaped his muzzle as he observed her body posture and gestures. Her gaze stared transfixed on his own and her tail was raised ever so slightly. If she wanted to remain unharmed within his borders...her attitude here would have to change. "In fact I take that back, of course you're not deffenseless. What with you being the size of an almost fully grown male, you must be quite buff," he mocked coldly. Carch was not always this crude - in fact at the best of times he had what could only be described as having a heart of gold. He would have his fun and mock, but often in a more teasing fashion than that of a snear, snide tone. Tensing the muscles slightly beneath his sagging skin, not that it was noticable beanth that and his thick fur, the Lead Lacan frowned deeply and continued his stare deeper into her eyes. "And if I were you, I would take those dominant features off your mug and body and act respectful within these lands. Otherwise you won't be leaving as alive as how you entered them," he growled deeply, flicking his tail in annyance. "Aside from that - there is no way that you will be able to see the First. And as I do not know where our Second is residing at this moment in time, if there is business you would like to fulfill here, then please take it up with me. Carcharoth, Lead Lacan of the Balkar," he confirmed, rising his head further so that he was now having to tilt his muzzle at a steep angle to stare down at the younger faemme before him. "And please, speak your name - I'm sure Wolfbane would love to know the name of his next offering from us...if needs be that is," he added on, quirking his eyebrow in a rather curious way.
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Post by mitia on Mar 14, 2006 15:16:03 GMT -5
Feeling energy flow throughout her body as he spoke with her, Kacia's heart rate increased. She took his words of advice as well as note of her appearance as a compliment. Carcharoth seemed not to have a clue where his Dragga was, so she placed this seed of information in her mind. Not knowing or caring who the second was she would continue her business with this particular varg who was of considerable rank. Lowering her head and ears in respect as well as putting her tail closer to her hind legs she looked up at his figure in politness. Once more licking her maw she wondered about his past, his scars. Realizing the deviation she concentrated on what she should reply.
"Well, I wouldn't want to dissappoint your pack's offering to Wolfbane. I'm Kacia, meaning thorns." Her eyes looked up at him with a stunning beauty of mystery deep within their almond hue. A smile flecked her black and grey maw as she continued with the same tone of calmness, her voice was rich as well as smooth. Kacia decided to focus on her reason for entering the lands rather than his remarks of her stature. "I've travelled quite a way to reach these notorious lands. I hate to say but I was... dissappointed at my first arrival. However," She paused wiping the smile from her maw to show sincerity for her next response. "I am here to seek a position amongst your Dragga, Serg's ranks. Your ranks." She eyed him cautiously. "I wish to be a Balkar."
The last words she knew would most likely sting the male vargs ears like a shrill scream on a still night. Hopefully, his calm demeanor would prevail, keeping him from pressing an attack in outrage. Either way she braced herself in case the tremendous mass of varg before her charged. Not many, if any varg would ever think a fae would chance the Balkar nevertheless ask for acceptance. Was she insane? She knew she wasn't but that didn't matter, what mattered now was Carcharoth's reaction.
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Post by Carcharoth on Mar 14, 2006 15:45:01 GMT -5
Watching as she so willingly submitted to him without even a roll of her eyes or a grunt of distaste, Carcharoth was greatly suprised and his brows rose to show this as his tail swayed slightly whilst awaiting her reply. Though he quickly removed the stunned appearance from his face, not wanting to show it, instead he replaced it with a broad grin that grew slowly across his muzzle like ivy vines creeping their way up a crooked tree trunk. Kacia hmm? What did the meaning have to do with anything? Was she trying to impress him? If so, it wasn't working. Giving a mere grunt to this, he nodded and allowed her to press on with what it was she wished to seek here in these lands. Of course...what she came out with...Carcharoth was expecting least of all.
This time, however, the male could do little to hide the shock that was now plastered firmly across his mug. Eyes were wide as his brows were raised. That sinister grin that he bore so knowingly was now wiped clear and in it's placed his maw was dropped, so too did his tail perk up. A faemme? Join the ranks of the all male pack? The most feared pack in Transylvania? How absurd! After the shock and idea had settled on him, this of course taking several moments of utter silence, Carcharoth's muzzle closed and again the grin grew, only to be parted and rows of glistening white razors to shimmer in the glowing mist. His head was thrown back and a hearty laugh poured from his lungs, vocals quivering as his chest heaving. Cutting it short, he looked down at Kacia, green orb glistening madly as he chuckled coldly. "What? A faemme? Joining the ranks of the Balkar? You must be pulling my tail little miss. No way under Wolfbane's eyes would such a thing be commited! Not since Morgra's time has a faemme been willingly accepted into these lands!" he growled wickedly, tongue flicking out and licking his silvery flecked chops swiftly before disapearing behind his sharpened teeth.
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Post by mitia on Mar 14, 2006 16:02:45 GMT -5
Expecting such a reaction from Carcharoth, Kacia stood, still as the castle of Wolfbane himself before him. Her face revealing little emotion other than her courteous submission to his rank. Although his laughter as well as forked words pained her, they did not waiver her goal in the least. She would succeed at all costs. To show she was serious and willing to do what it took to become a fellow pack member she defiantly sat down on her haunches on the cold damp ground, large almond orbs still glued to his large muscular face. Kacia kept her ears back and head low, wrapping her tail around her hind paw. If she could gain the respect of Carcharoth then entrance into the ranks would become easier.
"I am dead serious, Carcharoth. I wish to take my place among my brothers just as my father had done." Her voice seemed more stressed now or strained as her words drifted to the man varg. Hopefully he would not take offense the fact that she called the pack members her brothers. For male varg have always been her closest kin, faemme only caused trouble. With that thought she couldn't help but realize that she too may be causing trouble but in the long run she would prevent it. Prevent it from encroaching on the Balkar and its loyal members who would hopefully become her closest... friends? No, comrades. That fit the Balkar more appropriatly.
"This is why I must address your Dragga, Serg." Kacia stopped speaking, hesistant of how Carcharoth would accept the news that she was indeed serious. Dead serious as she had managed to emphasize in her first reply. Although inside she knew that the Balkar varg knew that she meant what she had said the moment it escaped her maw, for his sheer suprise eluded to that. She slightly bowed her head as she ended her statement to show that she meant no foul play or disrespect from her remarks or presence for that matter. Although her head was down, revealing the top of her head as well as auds pressed against it, she kept her eyes open, straining to see his figure. Her misfigured ear twitched in apprehension.
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Nearo
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+Run away, run away, I'll attack+ +Run away, run away, go chase yourself+
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Post by Nearo on Mar 15, 2006 12:55:58 GMT -5
"You're brothers? Ha! That's rich," cackled a voice as an illusive shadow emerged from the shadow shrouded vegetation to Kacia's left. Nearo, the newest recriut and Nihtgenge to the Balkar, had been coming back to his new territory when he had picked up the fresh scent trail left by the rather beefy looking faemme that was now well enough into their land. Of course, being trained as a Nihtgene, Nearo was of the swiftest and most silent of the Balkar pack - when he wasn't talking and annoying others, he was silently sneeking up on others and planning wistful thoughts on how to torment them with his foolish mind. In this case, he had found the perfect targets; a female who wanted to join the Balkar, and the original varg who had found him as a Kerl within the territory...one that didn't take too well to him either - not that many did.
Keeping a slight distance from the looming Lead Lacan, Nearo padded round behind Kacia and stood to her right, making sure that he was a good distance from Carcharoth that if the male snapped, then he would have enough space and time to react quickly and back out of harm's reach. A sly grin was stretched across his white muzzle, reaching ear to ear as his high tassel wagged in a foolish manner. For though this male seemed like one, it was only known for the fools to have the most intelligence and insight. Nearo had it all. Flashing Carcharoth a glance, he then landed his ochre tainted hues on the peculiar faemme before him, a sadistic look flickering within their depths. "You think that by talking to Serg, you'd have an easy time getting in here? I met both this heiffer and Serg on my entering here...and let me tell you, no matter how much sweet talking you give - you're chances are slim," he chuckled coldly, his tongue flicking out before being locked sharply behind his ivory jaws, a snap echoing from them as they clamped tightly together. Shifting on his paws momentarily, side-glancing the ebony beast to his right to keep in check his position, Nearo's tail swayed with delight at the situation he'd come apon. "Oh, and just so you know," he leaned his sleek muzzle slightly closer to Kacia's disfigured ear and whispered wickedly, "you're not what you think you are...you might want to check your gender before trying again."
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Post by mitia on Mar 17, 2006 14:30:46 GMT -5
(sorry for the delay! oh and nearo is WICKED!)
Quite startled with the new Balkar member's approach, Kacia kept herself calm although her odd mind swam with wonder. Were they indeed surrounding her? Was this a set up? Perhaps she had underestimated the legendary varg of the Balkar but she would not falter. She had made it this far, her determination swelled inside of her like a large meal of herla in her stomach, pushing her insides to the brim of her pelt. While she respected the lead Lacan, Carcharoth, this newest arrival, she scented was of lower ranks. The damn varg's words whipped at her much like his tongue did from his devil's snare of a maw. Kacia observed him keeping his distance from the overgrown Carcharoth yet still having the courage to jab at her, a more vulnerable varg at the moment. Thinking of how cowardly she viewed him Kacia dreamed of the day she would have power amongst the Balkar to torture the little brat. As of right now she had to control every nerve in herself not to turn, clasping his throat in her well-trained jaws. Time, she reminded herself. This bastard would get his own in time.
Kacia waited for the young mann-varg to finish his small display of dominance of her before replying. Thinking of her words carefully she dreaded the reaction of the all too powerful Carcharoth to the news she would now have to reveal. Without the entrance of the hindering, nosey varg her secret may have been concealed for longer but seeing no other alternative she must tell the Lead Lacan the truth. The truth about herself as well as give the little one a suprise that may give him second thoughts about trying to dominate her. The sheer thought left a smile snaking across her grizzled maw, showing her jagged pearly whites in the moonlight. Oh how delightful it would be to say this to Serg but no, she must spill it out earlier than expected.
"I was hoping to save this for Serg's auds alone but since there seems to be a new pestilance about..." Kacia sneered at Nearo with a look of superiority in her almond orbs. Turning her attention back to Carcharoth she continued. "By no means do I mean disrespect, my lead Lacan, but I think you may want to reconsider my introduction to Serg as well as to the Balkar. For you say that not a fae was willingly accepted into these lands since the time of Morgra, but she has returned." A sickly sounded chuckle rose through her throat, hanging in the air like the choking mist around them. "You see, Carcharoth, I have the same blood flowing through my veins as Morgra. If you don't believe me then feel free to spill it upon your land and taste it for yourself."
Kacia hoped her words were powerful enough that Carcharoth or Nearo would not take her up on the offer to maim or even kill her. Although she did indeed have the blood of Morgra throughout her, she was not necessarily as evil. In fact, Kacia did not consider herself evil at all, perhaps twisted but not evil. The whole thing confused her, yet she sat before the two Balkar varg, head slightly higher yet still below that of the lead Lacan and her eyes fixated on his one working orb, ignoring Nearo's presence to her right.
Kacia was not evil, no she was not very much like Morgra yet sure enough they shared the same genes. Kacia was fascinated with blood, the Balkar, and most of all Serg. Kacia was a good fighter, tough though usually underestimated, and she had a serious thing for 'bad' mann- varg that attracted her to them like a pack to an injured herla. She was also a disgrace to her family name although she would never say so and had in fact killed those who had spoken of such a thing. Somewhere along the lines a varg in her family tree had mated with a domestic canine leaving its horrid blood in a 6% count amongst the legendary blood of Morgra, Fell, Larka, and the others of legend.
Sitting upon the damp ground, her mind swimming as usual she scented the air for any changes in emotion which she almost knew would occur at the new information she leaked. Silently she prayed that they would not turn, slicing her with their fangs in a quick kill. She could take pain but like any varg, one could not recover from death.
(hope you love my long post! heh i did it especially for you Carcharoth because i know you love them and plus it was necessary!)
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Post by Carcharoth on Apr 13, 2006 8:57:19 GMT -5
The appearance of Nearo spooked the large Lacan and his head swivelled swiftly round to meet him, his lips pulled back into a dangerous snarl. But when he realised it was of his own pack, his lips relaxed, though his frown remained stiff and firm. Nearo was nothing but a trouble-maker, and though that's what the Balkar often needed, he greatly dispised this younger male and his foolish ways. Slowly turning his attention back to Kacia, Carcharoth watched Nearo's lips as he whispered something mockingly into her deformed ear. Pressing his single aud forward, listening intently, the Lead Lacan caught onto the general message he'd sent and growled deeply a warning to the new recruit, watching as the two toned male slunk back and back into his place amongst the shadows. Watching now as the butch faemme's head rose slightly and her chest swelled, a braod grin creasing her muzzle. Cocking his aud in curiosity as she began to brim with pride, though for the reason he knew not quite yet.
His heart stopped and his eyes widened with the news she uttered on such light words. A decendant of the great Morgra? It must have been a joke. Looking to Nearo then back to Kacia again and seeing the smug grin plastered to her muzzle, he shook his head calmly and his own sinister grin began to crawl across his silvery flecked maw. A deep chuckle began to shake his enormous form until he threw his head back and unleashed his demonic laughter to his surroundings. Finally he brought his muzzle down, though his head remained high and back, and he grinned deviously at Kacia, his shimmering white orb glowing with a devilish unknown. "The blood of Morgra? Are you asking for your blood to be spilt little miss? Because we'd have no hesitations round here to do so," he chuckled darkly, licking his muzzle and taking a step towards her. "It would be a waste to tear out the throat of a faemme with such a strong will to join the ranks of an only male pack. Why don't you jsut save us and yourself the trouble and just head over to Serg's other pack, Sarnes? You'd fit right in there. I'm sure there are pleanty faemme there convinced they are decendants of Morgra," he grinned darkly, throwing a glance to Nearo before sitting back on his haunches and looking down once more to Kacia.
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Nearo
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Post by Nearo on Apr 19, 2006 12:50:50 GMT -5
((I had been writing out a reply to this when my computer screwed me over and jsut decided to die...so I lost my post *snarls* I apologise if this post seems half hearted...))
Nearo's broad grin grew longer and almsot sinister as he eyed the look in Kacia's orbs as she threw him a glance. He loved it when he got under other's skin, it was his only joy in life that really kept him going...however sad and foolish it was. Though when she spoke of news only Serg should hear, his auds perked fowards and his ochre orbs dazzled with interest. Though the news which spilt from her masculine muzzle was indeed unexpected and his jaw dropped for a mere second. His eyes gazed momentarily up at Carcharoth, waiting for the reaction. Nearo's insides were fit to burst with the laughter he was now desperate to unleash...but to save himself losing his skin to the Lead Lacan, the Nihtgene shut his jaws with a snap and waited with baited breathe, his orbs almost brusting out of his skull with the need to let out the laughter. Thankful that the ebony beast threw back his own head into a booming laughter, an exasperated breath flew from Nearo's muzzle as it droppped open and his lips pulled back into a wide grin. His manic laugh cackled as it was set free from the tips of his toes and out into the open. "Morgra! Ha!" he splurged, lowering his head and laughing into the ground as he look staggering steps back into the shadows until his form was concealed by the darkness. All that could be heard was his manic chuckles as Carcharoth's own laughter died down. The fool may have disapeared from sight...but he was far from gone as silence replaced his cackles. He was now to lie in wait for the faemme's retort...
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Post by mitia on Apr 19, 2006 23:20:56 GMT -5
Kacia felt her blood boiling beneath the surface of her pelt about to erupt into a fury of gnashing teeth and blood splatter yet she contained herself. Somehow she kept herself under control as the two Balkar vargs laughed mockingly at her words. She had figured they would not believe her yet she knew she must keep her cool as well as simply make sure Serg knew her rank. These were merely followers of Serg, anything he said would surely be followed like the words of Wolfbane himself. Licking her maw she eyed Carcharoth's immense form as he chuckled heartily, her auds focusing on Nearo's newly dissolved form's cackling. It sent a sickly melody through the dark night that would send any normal varg into a cower of chills. Kacia simply stood her ground waiting for it to subside substantially so that she may resume her speech.
As she waited she scented the air for any more Balkar members yet the territory was full of their stench so she was unsure if more were coming toward her but she did not think so. Her own almond orbs glowing in Tor's light remained calm yet with a flicker of her own amusement. Thinking of Nearo sneaking through the shadows out of her and even Carcharoth's reach kept her struggling to repress her ever growing urge to disembowel him or at least give him an ear to match her and Carcharoth's misshapen appearances.
After several moments the varg's laughter began to hush so that Kacia was able to say something that would in fact be heard by both. "Sarnes? Hah!" She seemed to almost hiss but quickly she regained her polite form for the Lead Lacan was still in her presence. It was a good idea to keep within his better terms especially before she had a chance to speak with the haunting nightmare of Serg. "I expected such a reaction. However, I believe if you listen you will realize that I am indeed of her blood." Pausing she seemed to want to emphasize her point or at least draw in their attention the best she could before continuing. "Once more I wish to only say these words into Serg's auds but I see I have no choice. I am Palla's cousin's daughter, which means Morgra and I share the same blood as I've already stated. I am here to take up my position in the Balkar ranks. Now, Lead Lacan Carcharoth, please take me to Serg."
Her words were still full of respect yet they were more stern before as if she had taken on a more serious tone and her eyes seemed carved of pure rock as they looked up respectfully into Carcharoth's one working orb aside its invalid milky counterpart. Nearo, she simply disregarded.
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Post by Carcharoth on May 4, 2006 12:33:34 GMT -5
The response that he recieved from Kacia did little to put his mood higher and he frowned deeply at her, throat quivering with a threatening growl. But she quickly sorted herself out again and explained herself. Though she was still greatly intent on speaking to Serg...Carcharoth would not allow it. He was simply getting fed up with her now. Though the next thing she said interested him deeply. "The daughter of Palla's cousin you say?" he quirked a brow and his muzzle distorted into a crooked grin. "So if this is the case...then not only do you have the blood of Morgra in you, but you have the blood of those who desrtoyed her too," he chuckled coldly, shaking his head all the while. Taking a few steps towards her, not making eye contact but simply shaking his head in blind amusement. Circling her once, Carcharoth scented the area for Nearo - though the male was still close, the Lead Lacan merely ignored him now. Coming back round to her front he stood before her and his tank-like chest seemed to swell. "Well little miss, you do have a story indeed. But you will not be lead to Serg either way whilst you are here. The closest I could give to you is our Second in command. Though I have the feeling he would be far less tolerable than I have been with your story and pressence," he grinned darkly, flicking his thick brushy tail in thought and his poisonous orb dazzling with malice. Cocking his head to the side slightly and keeping his single aud erect, Carcharoth passed a look of interest across his broad, silver flecked muzzle before speaking again. "So? What will it be? Sarnes...or a chance to bother the Second in command?"
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