Familiar Territory (post made better)

[Nearo]

(( Go ahead Kacia - I'm not exactly there and a huge part of it at the momento ))

[mitia]

The whole situation was beginning to bore Kacia so that it took every ounce of crimson blood within her to keep herself from emitting a rumbling throaty growl. Cocking her head slightly she let her auds filter Carcharoth's less than patient words that now pierced the shrouded night. Clenching her pearly white fangs together she allowed him to finish his little parading as well as speech fiegning interest in his words. Although she respected him greatly for his position Kacia also disliked the things he had to say to her. Letting a small amused chuckle escape from under her crinkled black nares she paused before replying to the beastly varg. Once more a blank expression took a hold of her maw as she collected her thoughts in the most respectable manner so as to not offend the blundering beast. Patience thinning she hoped to Wolfbane that the sneaky bastard Nearo had nothing more to add.

Quite satisfied with the silence she felt hesitant to speak but did so to appease rather than inflare any Balkan tempers. Her almond orbs stared ahead into the misty blackness to hieghten her serious stature and mark her courageous stand, for she was still not afraid. Having just recently left the company of a varg she quite cared for, Kacia felt quite numb to any other situations however she would not consider it love. The thought flowered in her mind for only a moment before she devoured it with the current situation's matters. "I most obviously come in the name of Morgra and no one else, Lead Lacan." Her words seemed cold and matter of fact as if even a deaf varg would understand her purpose in these lands. However she watched to ensure it was still coated with respect rather than hostility.

Continuing to remain sitting on her haunches Kacia was as still as the castle of Wolfbane himself. The tone in which she spoke seemed to have decreased however it held its same determined quality that would go unwaivered. "Bothering the second in command? No, no, no Carcharoth my Lead. I think he may find this quite interesting." A sinister smile snaked across her maw with her last statement. Every follicle upon her pelt seemed electrified with the new oppurtunity to meet the second in command here in the Balkar pack. Perhaps her plan was working better than she could have fathomed.

[Carcharoth]

Carcharoth growled and quirked his brow, perking his aud forward as she pursued in seeing the Second in command. She wasn't going to leave without a fight, this he was already aware of. And if it came to the point where she refused to move, Carcharoth would not hesitate to drag her out of his lands by her sorry throat, leaving her carcass for Wolfbane's followers to devour.
Remaining quiet for another short while, Carcharoth's muzzle finally distorted into a manic grin as his emerald orb dazzled with the lack of sanity that ran through him, his blind, blank orb now starting to appear mystical amongst the mists that enveloped the two varg...and no doubt the hidden Nihtgenge that was lurking in the undergrowth near-by. "Oh is that so?" he asked with a dark chuckle, though no answer was needed. "Well if that is what you really want little miss, don't blame me if what you seek is destroyed," he growled mischeviously, placing his hind leg a single step behind him before parting his muzzle and letting his booming call quiver through the dark Balkan lands. All the while his eyes remained open, though seemed blank to all emotion and feeling bar clear insanity. Though the bulky male had seemed friendly enough and sane enough so far, there was something hidden beneath that thick, grotesque skin that was clearly far from it.

His note was held for several moments before it came to a slow silence and his grizzled muzzle closed, aud perked and alert, waiting for a distant reply. When one finally came, shaking the dead trees and undergrowth that surrounded the two varg, Carcharoth's muzzle broadened into a sinister grin and his mismatched eyes dazzled. "I'm not so sure that you're going to be in for a warm welcome little miss...be prepared."

[Carnage]

((Hey ho! Carnie's here!))

[glow=red,2,300]As soon as Kacia walked away, it seemed her destiny to leave him. He knew it was something she had to do, and although he had snapped at her, he wanted badly to join her on her journey. His last words had been pretty harsh…Him acting as if he didn’t need her anymore when really, it was her that helped him to heal from the stag-inflicted wound. Without her, he might have been too weak to rise, and would have become a toy for the scavengers to pick at. He was thankful for her help, though he had done little to show it.

What if he were to go after her? Her scent still hung in the air like a bad disease, infecting his cold slab of a heart and intoxicating his senses. Though he knew she could very well make the journey alone, he couldn’t help but think he had hurt her feelings, despite how nasty she had acted towards him before departing. Flecks of what some would call regret festered within him as he contemplated what to do. Sitting here would do no good, and he had nothing better to do than move on. He tested his shoulder and though there was still a throbbing ache, he was sure he could travel with it. However, he decided to stay the night where he was, in the center of the open meadow, and sleep on his decision.

Upon awaking, he lumbered over to the deer carcass. Scavengers must have come in the night, for there were chunks of meat missing that had not been absent before. How deep is sleep must have been, to be unaware of their presence. Shaking off his sleep, he dug into the cold, leftover carcass that was his breakfast. After eating his fill, he looked in the direction Kacia had headed off in the previous night. Scenting her on the light breeze, it was not hard at all to follow her step for step.

What would he say when he found her? He wasn’t even sure where she was headed, for he was headed into a part of the forest he had never visited until now. The only thing to reassure him was the scent he was following, though he knew not what trouble it would get him into. His journey was for the most part, pleasant. The only thing to cross the lumbering beast’s path was a young vixen, which quickly retreated after feeling the tremors his large orange paws sent rushing through the ground. Around noontime he stopped off at a lake for a drink to rehydrate his weary body. His shoulder had been particularly mild during his trip so far, though occasionally the throbbing pain would return. He did not stop, only pushed himself forward. Not necessarily because he was determined, but because part of him enjoyed the feeling of pain.

Nightfall soon descended upon the forest like an ebon shroud and there was still no sign of Kacia. He began to question the trail she had left. Perhaps she went this way to throw him off and get him lost, when really she was in a totally different direction? He hoped this wasn’t the case, even though he was entirely sure he could take on any creature in the forest, Varg or not. He stopped to sniff the air again, making sure of his navigation, before continuing. Suddenly, a noise shattered the silence that made him stop dead in his tracks. An eerie howl tinged with insanity floated through the forest and seemed to be coming from exactly the direction he was headed. It was a summoning howl of a Mann, though it was not he it beckoned. Was Kacia with this Mann? Picking up his pace again, he burst into a run straight towards where the howl had boomed from. He had pinpointed Kacia’s location, if she was in fact with the Varg who had howled, and only referred to her scent every now and then. Whoever had uttered the howl would be receiving an unexpected guest…

Padding slower now through the brush, the amount of noise he had been making dropped to the sound of silence. Ahead of him in a small clearing stood two Varg, one identifiable as Kacia and the other…a large, onyx male with a build and body size similar to his own. As he advanced, his large paws made crackling sounds for he no longer cared about masking his presence. The darkness was enough to keep the two from seeing who was approaching. In his mind, he sized up the male to himself. If worst came to worst, he would fight him, though with his wounded shoulder than had been torn open again from his little jaunt, he was beginning to doubt his odds.[/glow]

[mitia]

As Carcharoth's words rang through her auds sinking in as his howl pierced the twilight. The second in command would be apporaching soon so that Kacia even felt a chill breeze work its way down her grizzled back. This is the moment she had been waiting for however it would not be Serg this was an important determining moment. Staying relaxed her auds swivelled catching the noise of an apporaching varg in the mistifying darkness. Her heart felt as if it skipped a beat as she remained focused on Carcharoth's massive form. Within moments the second in command of the Balkar pack and territory would be before her. Her nose twitched hoping to catch the mann-varg's scent so that for a moment nothing else seemed to matter.

Kacia's almond orbs widened as the breeze brought her the mann's stench seemed to intoxicate her. Was it at all possible that Carnage was around or was it her bristled fur that held the remains of him? Hiding her despair at being reminded of the recent company she had spent several days with. Parting on quite harsh terms she felt bitter as well as bitter at her own thoughts or emotions toward the massive complex varg. Now was not the time to be focused on such matters which she realized yet still she couldn't shake the image of him from her mind.

Her blank stare still remained on the large bulking mass that was Carcharoth. She seemed to be studying his form taking note of the slight similarties in him and Carnage. Carnage was slightly taller yet Carcharoth seemed to have more bulk yet smaller paws although they were still probably almost twice as big as her own. Carch's tail was not as full as Carnie's either and of course he had a complete obsidian pelt not splayed with any firey markings. Kacia's orbs fell upon the Lead Lacan's face. Carnage had a younger more handsome face that revealed two intense yellow orbs. Carcharoth had one insane rolling emerald orb whose invalid tor mimicking partner seemed glazed with a milky coating. However quite similiar they were entirely different in her mind's eye probably because of her harbored feelings for Carnage.

Still almost numb from the thoughts stampeding through her she remained still as stone before Carcharoth still waiting for the noisy varg to appear. Yet suddenly another thought came to her that perhaps the noise came from the sneaking Nearo and not the second in command at all. Angry with herself for allowing her mind to wander to other matters such as Carnage she stifled a growl.

[Captain Z]

//appologies. its really crappy. im pretty tired, and sort of distracted.\\

Darkness began to sink in to the spring rather quickly. The moon alit the water that rested on the acidic thorns and the deceased limbs of the willows and conifers that made the territory not such a beautiful place. The visibility of a prey became fearfully narrow, for the forests had now become very thick, and the everlasting mist prevented the prey from seeing the paws belonging to their own bodies. A fierce winter had taken it straight to many of the older trees aswell. Downed and hollowed trees and jagged rocks, forced the prey off the common paths. They grew lost. But of course these are not your regular prey. No. When you enter the territory known to be the home of the night hunters, things begin to change. Here, the prey are smarter, born complete with two eyes, four legs, and a feather-like tail. Two auds, a long maw, and a pelt of various colours. Nah, these arn't your moose or your caribou. They be known as wolves, Kerls to some, and brave to others. However, those that call it home here, wolves themselves, they call these prey, 'suicide'.

The Second hadn't had the need to hunt for several weeks now, for 'suicide' kept the Night Hunter healthy, and colder than ever. And by his place, between the three deceased willow trees, one cound fine several sets of ivory bones, clean and spotless of there meat. With nice meals, the second found himself well rested, and in the better of two moods he had. However, when the second is broken from an endless trance of a few months worth of sleep, all the meals and weeks of rest he had, goes straight out of the picture.

From a midnight black form resting between the trunks of the willows broke two sharply visible saphiric eyes, alit by the few rays of the moon that reached his form. His rusted-red auds arose slightly as there was a deep sound, followed by the screetches of several birds. The voices of several wolves could easily be heard towards the north, two of which seemed rather young according to the tone that carried along the hollow trees. A snarl escaped, as the mists of the Seconds breath slipped from his maw.

He arose slowly, the joints in his body realigned and fell into place. His black claws clenched the soil, feeling the new found energy from his rest. He was still rather young, though still the oldest other than Serg. And it had been a weird trait of the second to never like the first. Serg was a very cranky wolf who would never act on his words, or never act on an opportunity. The second also disapproved of the fact that Serg had a mate, and no, it was far beyond jealousy. Serg seemed to be a wolf now to old for the job to the Second. And it now became rare that the Second directly obeyed an order of the first without question.

The voices drew nearer, as the Second took his time to arrive to where the several wolves sounded. His presence easily went noticed for he was not worried about who rested in his own territory. Though when his saphiric eyes finally landed on the two kerls and the two balkar, he was slightly amused at how the two kerls still stood their ground so fearlessly. "Awh, What's This?" The Second said, arriving by the side of Charcaroth and Nearo. His claws dragged along the moist soil, tearing up the earth. His form fell slightly smaller than Charcaroth, although, the Second was very well built. Not only was there enough strength, but there was more than enough experience to show him how to use it. From the exterior, the Second didnt seem like such a deal, although those who tested it, hadn't had much of a chance to regret it.

Noting the first wolf, he noticed that it was a rather young female, holding what seemed to be a pathetic courageous facade. The other was a male, younger though. "Two little cubs playing truth or dare?" The second smirked. He questioned in the back of his mind why the two Balkar males had not dealt with the 'suicide' themselves. His claws clenched the ground slightly, passing off the quick thought of anger. Stepping forward, he brought himself only a foot away from the cub, his cold blue eyes staring straight into that of his counterpart. Lifting his right paw, he brought his primary claw just under the throat of the cub, nearly running the smooth harmless side of the coal claw down the faemmes neck. " I've got a dare for you, you worthless faemme." the second smirked slightly, now stepping back to the sides of the two Balkar males. The anger of being awoken for two mere cubs had now sank well into the blood of the second, as it could now be noticed in his speech. A deep voice he had. A deep, bone-chilling voice, with a slight accent.

"Try and get out of here." The stained ivory of the seconds teeth began to split the maw of black in half. He lifted his right paw again, extracting the sharp coal tips. "...Alive"

[Nearo]

Nearo remained lurking in the shadows of the dead bracken which surrounded the two now left alone in the clearing, cirlcing them silently, his ochre orbs masked by an insane fool who was now cackling madly on the inside. However, as the heaving beast let loose a howl to call for Ziev, Nearo's heart stopped and his auds perked, eyes flashing with irritation as he slunk back further into the shadows, only to stop suddenly at the sound of another lurking close by - though clearly this intruder was careless enough to not bother about keeping himself quiet.
Silently approaching the male with his two-toned body held close to the ground to save himself before spotted as easily, Nearo drew closer to the intruder and gained on him just before the male could enter the clearing where his Second would be entering shortly...thanks to that hieffer of a Lacan who should of just finished the prat of a faemme off before any trouble could be caused.

With a light, well judged leap, Nearo landed squarely in front of Carnage, a varg with bizarre markings that struck Nearo's attention first. Growling lightly in a menacing tone, the long legged Nihtgenge grinned wickedly at the intruder and let out a cackling chuckle as he took a step forward, insane ochre orbs dancing in the dim light and mist which shrouded the two males.
Though Carnage was slightly larger than Nearo, most deffinitely in muscle stature, the foolish Balkan had little fear for his skills were that of swiftness, agility and silence...though a sharp witted tongue often came in handy when in certain situations. Though if this male was here to take on a varg such as Carcharoth, the Lead Lacan, or Ziev, then he was sadly mistakened. The Lead Lacan was a beast - enormous to most fully grown males even within the Balkan lands. Not to mention one of the oldest males within the pack. And Ziev, well he had it all (he had to if he were to be placed as the Second in command after all). He had both the power of a Lacan but the swiftness of a Nihtgenge. It was Nearo's job now, to simply let him know this...and have his own fun. "And where do you think you're going pretty boy? Heading into the open jaws of death? Giving yourself up as a sacrafice to Wolfbane? I'd gladly lead you there...if you like," he grinned manically, serpant like tongue flicking from his jaws before being snapped sharply behind bared teeth.

[Carcharoth]

Carch's single aud swivelled aloft his head in the direction where the vegetation was disturbed by another. Unwilling to take his eye from Kacia, no matter if he felt no thread from her, the Lead Lacan was incredibly curious to what Nearo was up to...though the faint scent of another hovering by left little to the imagination. Pressing his aud forward once more, Carcharoth waited in silence, observing the movements of Kacia whilst the pair remained where they were. His thick tassel flicked in thought as the paw treds of another broke the silence and as the shadow emerged from the shadows of the land, the Balkan's emerald orb flashed up and landed on the saphires of Ziev.
Taking a few steps back from Kacia, Carcharoth allowed Ziev full access to the masculine faemme and hope that if there was to be blood shed tonight...that he too would have a part in causing it. Listening to the Second's sinister words, the grin across Carcharoth's grizzled muzzle distorted into a wry sneer and his cold, dark chuckle shook his large chest.

Hearing the near silent cackling of another near by, Carcharoth's attention was diverted from Kacia and Ziev and his head swivelled round to the mist shrouded undergrowth where he managed to pick out the faint figures of Nearo and an intruder. Shifting his form slightly so that the Lead Lacan could keep an eye on both situations, Carcharoth remained alert from trouble...or exctiment...starting at either end...

[mitia]

((sorry for the wait my evil little darlings!))

Keeping her emotions tucked deep within her she barely even flinched or blinked her large orbs at the entrance of the second, Ziev. Observing every inch of his stalking cold bulk she was silently impressed with his appearance after bracing herself for a dissappointing entrance. Kacia's first trek into the Balkar territory left her wondering if these fiery mann vargs were not quite all they had been rumored to be. Alas, Ziev's deep rumble as well as menacing presence left her believing otherwise. She couldn't help but allow a small smirking smile creep upon her maw as her almond orbs sparkled with amusement. This was indeed turning out to work out quite well not to mention it was also quite entertaining. Inhaling sharply Kacia exhaled a slight quivering chuckle that sent her bristled follicles to lay relaxed against her warm bodice however she kept her auds glued back to her head in reverence.

Letting her gaze fall upon her grizzled paws for a moment she collected her thoughts letting her black claws sift the moist ground she let her haunches rest upon. Not wanting to get to her paws in case Ziev believed it to be a threat she stayed seated. The air felt moist, the haze almost blinding, yet Kacia felt unwavered by these abiotic factors. Her focus was completely on the second not taking any notice of the new varg's arrival or Nearo's sneering comments toward the varg. Noting the change in Carch's attention she kept the information noted in the back of her mind. Perhaps Nearo was sneaking away or getting a warning glance to not get to bold around Ziev. Kacia cared naught knowing that all that mattered at the moment was her first remark to the all powerful Ziev.

Kacia's pink tongue slipped from her maw running the length of her grizzled grey maw. Nose twitching ever so slightly she blinked slowly revealing her almond orbs again in almost a dramatizing fashion. The smirk still on her maw as her chuckle faded into silence before she would let her words pierce the darkened atmosphere. Ziev would most likely not accept her or her words with open paws, made clear by his not so warm welcome.

"Charming to finally meet you." A slight dip of her head portrayed her respect however her orbs will still glued on him. "I'm not quite sure how worthless I really am if your willing to listen to such a fae as myself." Pausing she glanced at Carcharoth who already held the secret of her encroachment here in the Balkar lands. "As for the cubs, I see none yet I do come alone." Shifting her wieght Kacia wished to portray her serious nature that she was here on business not to play but the mention of another perked her curiousity which she continued to conceal.

[Carnage]

((Sorry this took so long...))

[glow=red,2,300]His fiery gaze wandered again to the hulking Mann beside Kacia. He only possessed one ear which seemed to be tilting towards him, taking in all it could of his presence. This Varg was big, like himself, and he would have trouble bowling him over, especially with his shoulder as it was. Carnage was tall, but this Mann was massive and although his skin sagged grotesquely from his large frame, he knew that muscles lurked beneath the curtain of skin, just waiting to be used. Warm vermillion was creeping from his shoulder blade and matting the fur down his side. Ignoring the pain, he took a step forward though said nothing, and was stopped in mid step by a Varg smaller than himself [as most were] leaping in front of his path.

The eyes of the crazed jester shone wildly, much as his own often did. The little wolf didn’t have much in the way of muscle mass, though long legs revealed the swiftness he was capable of. He reminded Carnage a bit of himself in that a mad expression stained his face and his words were taunting and full of poison. Did he think he could stop him all by himself? He had no business with the Lead Lacan or The Second, he was simply here to find Kacia, and by the looks of it, she had gotten herself into trouble. Perhaps it was time to repay her for saving his life?

A wicked smirk crept over his maw to counter the one that Nearo wore. “You’d only be wasting your time, scrawny fool.” He snapped his jaws as Nearo had done, though he had a larger mouth and larger fangs that glinted with saliva in what little light was available. He snapped bitterly at the air in front of Nearo’s face, hoping that the whelp would move aside and let him pass before he had to turn to violence.

While he had been a bit distracted by the fool before him, Carnage ad in fact noticed another enter the clearing by Kacia and the large Mann. No doubt he was the Varg that the call had been directed to. Pointed auds stood erect atop his skull as the word ‘cub’ floated carelessly into them. Not caring who this new ebon Varg was, he let out a fierce, thunderous growl that echoed from the depths of his belly. The challenge that the wolf known as Ziev posed to him and Kacia worried him a bit. Though he had not heard much of the Balkar, he knew their ranks were ruthless and wouldn’t hesitate to kill two lone Varg. Kacia was planning on joining this pack? Based on the kindness she had shown him, he doubted she would be fit for the job. Never the less, he listened the her speak to Ziev, her words were serious and reflected her deep desire to be a part of the pack known as the Balkar. He remained still, though held his ground against the witty Nearo, and kept a wary watch on the Second and Lead Lacan. His blood boiled beneath his onyx and flame pelt in anticipation for what to do next.[/glow]

[Nearo]

Nearo watched as the heaving beast before his grew adgitated and was constantly checking over Nearo's shoulder to see what was going on in the clearing with Kacia and Ziev. Realising now why this strange pelted male had come into the Balkan lands in the first place, his sinister and wicked grin grew longer across his muzzle and made him appear pyscotic...which wasn't exactly far from the truth. A mad cackling chuckle escaped his muzzle as his muzzle shook with it and Nearo's manic eyes flashed and made sudden contact with those of Carnage's golden hues. "Out to save your little mister are you? Oh sorry, I meant little miss," he mocked with a flicker of his serpant like tongue. "You can't blame me after all, it is a little hard to tell if she actually is female or not," he chuckled coldly, taking a side step so that his flanks were in slightly better view of Carnage, though his head remained swivelled round and ochre eyes flashing wickedly into those of the larger beast before him.
Though Nearo was smaller, his long legs would aid him against this foe if he was stupid enough to make an attack. He was simply too swift for the heavy varg to make any real damage. And with Ziev and Carcharoth not far off...he knew that more varg were on his side than this strange Kerl's.
"You want to go in and save that thing? Well you'll have a hard time varg...with the Lead Lacan and watcher over the Balkan varg by her side...you have little chance at succeeding," he cooed with an almost disapointed tone - his auds flattening and eyes drooping in a sad fashion as the fool in him began to take over. "You'll never do it alone," he spoke in a paniced voice as his scrawny form slunk up closer to Carnage, his muzzle close enough to his aud so that he could whisper but far away enough so that if the male took a lunge for him he could leap out of harm's reach swiftly. "You can't face them..." he whined and leapt to the side, his auds and tail now perking as his eyes flashed and his muzzle cracked into a manic grin. "It's hopeless!" he shrieked in a shrill voice as a cackle followed, his body slunking backwards and into the shadows once more until his cackles fell into silence and his form was shrouded in darkness...becoming invisible.
Though he was still there...lying in the darkness in wait. If Carnage made a move to get closer to Kacia and Ziev, then he'd leap out and distract him again.

[Captain Z]

Ziev smirked. His auds twitched, the rustling of the broken limbs of trees could be heard in Nearo's general direction, although, Nearo wasn't doing it himself. Then it wasn't true that she had come alone. Not to forget that she was a Kerl aswell, so that listening to her wouldn't accomplish him much but waste time. All that it seemed to be was two lost cubs trying for forge a reason why they stumbled beyond their own borders.

" Listen to little old you? But you havn't anything I want. You havn't even a reason to be here. Yet i'll spare you a moment, speak your terms, then, you may get lucky." The low toned voice sounded from the Second. His saphire eyes, remained fixed on the faemme, although his auds were very concentrated, and his mind concentrated on the two scents hidden in the forest, one of Nearo's that he easily identified, and one of another young wolf. Ziev's left forepaw took a step to the side, giving a sharp cold look at the faemme again. " No one is attracted to dishonesty little miss, either that, or you were never brave enough to be here alone." Ziev dropped a quick snarl, before turning to face the scent of the other Balkar. "Nearo, bring that runt you've found to me."

The twisted conscience of the Second could already taste the bloodbath that he, Nearo and Charcaroth could easily create. It would only take a few seconds for the blood lust to be the only thing wolf can scent in the surrounding territories. Lust bringing miseries to the packs, knowing that another innocent life has fallen victim to wolfbane. The second turned back to the faemme. "Well now that your friend shares the same fate as you, you've got half a second to convince me why Nearo and Charcaroth don't deserve to eat tonight."

//this sucksss\\

[mitia]

It was at his precise moment that as fate would have it a faint breeze carried the all too familiar scent of Carnage to Kacia's flared nares. Impossible. Had he truely followed her after she had nursed him back to health, after their odd formation of a relationship, after everything they had endured together. They had spent quite a while together forming some unspoken understanding that could only have been forged from such a chance meeting. Their personalities somehow interacted like poetry no matter how unconventional. There was a flutter in her heart at the thought of someone especially a mann varg coming to her 'rescue'.

Hiding her emotions quite successfully Kacia remained stoic accepting the ultimatum that Ziev now presented to her. Getting quite discouraged with her efforts as well as distracted by Carnie's presence. "I was unaware that Carnage had taken it upon himself to track me into your Balkan lands, honorable Ziev." With a bow of her grizzled head she was sure to keep her manners in front of the first.

The conflicting emotions that were now coursing through Kacia left it difficult for her to keep herself focused. She didn't wish to give Carnage, her Carnage over to the vengeful mann vargs yet she also didn't wish to ruin her chances of gaining access to be a Balkar pack member. Keeping calm and collected Kacia inhaled sharply thinking out her next remark to Ziev.

"I am a direct decendant of Morgra's and I have come seeking my rank as well as right here in the lands of the Balkar." Sitting extremely still now she appeared a great black and grey hued statue carved ever so ready for judgement as the enshrouding mist swirlled almost unnaturally about the collected varg. It was an image to behold.

((once more sorry for the wait, i had gotten in a car accident in RL and several other things went askew. glad to be back in action though. hope this post isn't too horrible. firsttime posting with kacia in a LONG time! however now she's of sikla rank! *cheers*))

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]Smiling smugly at the fool who had refused to let him pass a few moments before, he now strode proudly towards the Second, still aware of the large and dangerous Lacan at his side. Having gotten past Nearo was good enough for him, though the fact that Kacia had seemed to have buried herself deep into trouble worried him. The fact that he had placed himself in a similar situation didn't help either. She's a Fae, what was she thinking coming here, to join Balkar ranks made strictly for Mann? The sheer thought of hers astonished him, for part of him still regarded Fae's as being below males in status, and the thought that she felt good enough to join The Balkar was unreal.

The only thing he resented was being called a runt. Was the Second blind? Could he not see that with his size and strength, he would prove a challlenge, if not fatal, to any wolf? Even as he sized himself up to the disgusting, half-blind brute at Ziev's side, he still knew he had a chance if worse came to worse. Providing it was a one on one fight, of course. Both he and Kacia were now surrounded by Balkar, though only numbering three at the moment, they seemed able bodied chaps and there were sure to be more lurking in the shadows, just waiting for the chance to show themselves.

"I'm no runt" he growled under his breath, though loud enough for the second to hear.

He had no advantage in Balkar lands. The territory was unknown to him and if he tried to run [something he would never do, but still], he would more than likely only end up deeper down the rabbit hole. No, he would have to keep his composure the best he could, something he was never good at, just to be afforded the opportunity to slink away with his tail between his legs. Pathetic, yes, but a wiser choice than fighting when outnumbered on their home turf. For the time being, Kacia seemed to have everything under control and had no trouble remaining calm and collected.

Stopping not far from Kacia, he planted his haunches on the ground and wrapped his tail around his paws. Though the bit about being related to Morgra came as a surprise to him, he knew still that she would never be admitted and it would be better for her in the long run to quit trying.

"Look," he said, fiery orbs settling on the cool eyes of the Second, "We both know that you won't accept this Femme into your ranks, so just give up on that sweet heart." He cast his sarcastic pet name to Kacia with the same venom as when they first met, though one would wonder if he really meant it, or if he was simply trying to make a point that her staying wouldn't help things for either of them. "However, Sarnes is allied with you, yes? And though you may not think so, this brute of a Femme would be better to have fighting on your side than not at all. Think about it." He hoped his bargaining would pay off and they would be able to escape with their lives, though he knew Kacia wouldn't be very hapy about it. Hopefully she would catch his drift and back down.[/glow]

((Sorry it sorta sucked...))

[mitia]

I guess this is closed. We'll say that Ziev let Carnage and Kacia leave with a threat to not return or something?

Carnie I will be starting a thread for us soon. I'll let you know where and when through PM.