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[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]Balkar territory. A few suns ago he didn’t think he would ever make his way back, but here he was. It was obvious by the heavy, looming scent that it was forbidden land, though he already recognized some of the smells from his last visit. The first time he hadn’t had much of a reason to come, save for a Femme he had been chasing after. He had wanted nothing to do with the Balkar themselves, though after giving it some thought, his mind was quickly starting to change. Although every fiber of his being was against pack life, something about this was different. Sure, the Balkar relied on each other, but it wasn’t like a huge, messy friendship. You didn’t have to be nice.

As he made his way through the trees, he felt no fear, only a feeling foreign to him that others would refer to as excitement. There was something exhilarating about doing something that others dared naught to do. Once inside the ranks, who knew what could or would happen, though he was positive he was as ruthless as any Varg ever admitted. In his mind there was no doubt of his acceptance into the Balkar. Besides, it’d give him a chance to encounter that whelp, Nearo again.

Light from the sky illuminated his long pelt of ebon and flame, though the light would not last for long as it was already noontime. Along with his strange markings came his massive size and strong build, usually the first things to be noticed by other Varg. His shoulder, having healed now, would not cause a problem for him, although it did leave a valiant scar.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he had reached the clearing where more than likely, a member of the Balkar would appear to try and scare him off. Planting his haunches firmly on the hard ground, he waited, though he guessed he wouldn’t have to wait long. The Balkar were the elite of the Varg, and no doubt one of them was already hot on his trail.[/glow]

[Captain Z]

//This Be Dimitrii, Not Ziev\\

The weary limbs of the willow sulk over the rock solid ground, the venomous hued leaves rested on the ground, and brushed like a ghostly moss, when the calm winds swept by. It seemed nice and silent for once. The silence was beyond ones attention span and especially one who was known to get very bored quickly. Of all the average days, he had never fully grown used to them, although he did what he could to make them intresting.

Click. Click. Click.



Fenris like eyes swept the darkness, as a dark hued form rest on the cold balkar floor. They found themselves fixed on a stack of ivory figures, picked and licked clean of what they used to be. Though way lay in plain view infront of it seemed rather haunting. Though the wolf did enjoy a little scare every now and then. The cravasses and the familiar shapes of a paticuliar ivory piece returned the glare with a blank look. Laying infront of him, was the shredded and damaged skull of a very large herla. One that namely went to waste, after the Second had only taken a few bites, before leaving it to a murder of ravens.

Click. Click. Click'

Before him, his optics stole a quick glimpse of his coal claws clicking repeatedly before him. A slight smirk fell, and his clenched his paw, retracted the claws. Peering away, he saw the bones again, and then a trail of etches that came from endless struggle for life from the herla, The floor seemed to be shredded, and the bark of the trees was ripped off in places. Blood lined the path, enough to prove that even the Second had given a great deal of effort to bring the beast down. Hunting had now crossed his mind, the taste of blood, the etched feeling of hunger. Hunting.

Dimitrii he was, and impatient was he ever. The Second had cut him and his two brothers from leaving the borders because of the training of new warriors to other packs. Not that he was worried about losing a wolf or two. He mere didnt want the others to see, what waited for them behind the boundaries. And across the river Dimitrii already layed, there wasnt much to lose. Had one spotted him, it would be easy to catch them by the tail, for he had fours nearly as quick as the Second himself.

Dragging his claws along the floor, it didnt take long for Dimitrii to be robbed of his quick steal of a meal. Standing solid on the boundary, he found a young male, and a very fearless expression held on his face. Dimitrii smirked. He had seen many males like this, so proud, thinking they can match to the best of the best, when really, they were extinguished or exterminated as quick as taking a bite from an apple. "Well then, like a little boy on a mission we have here?" A cold voice fell from Dimitrii's maw, but he smirked. This would change today from an average day, for its not everyday, where the cub shows for dinner.

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]It seemed he had been sitting there for suns. Carnage was never known for his patience and now was no exception. While he waited, his large, pointed ears twitched and swiveled atop his skull, taking in the sounds of the forest and waiting for the sound of swift footfalls to become audible. Fiery optics shifted left and right, absorbing the scenery around him that he was certain he would grow more used to with time.

Finally, a new scent caught on the air and with it, came the icy voice of a Mann. Though not intimidated in the least, his hackles bristled slightly at being called a ‘little boy’. Turning towards the source of the voice was a young but strong looking male, obviously younger than himself but not by many years. Still, he did not appreciate being referred to as a mere pup when he knew he was so much more. The Mann wore an amused expression, much as he often did, though now his face held no entertainment. Lifting himself from the ground onto his four large paws, his massive size was more evident. Looking more like a grizzly bear than any Varg, he spoke in his own cruel tones.

“I am no little boy. I’m here to join your pack. To walk among these lands as one of your own.”

His voice was a deep growl that made his serious intention clear. He wasn’t here to play games, only to become a member of the infamous pack and go about his business as usual or as the First commanded.[/glow]

[Captain Z]

Dimitrii smirked. And maybe the average day to cruely change to a day of blood work and slavery. He noted that the wolf was around the build and size that Dimitrii was, and since Dimitrii had only returned from a mainly dormant and inactive winter, he would not force the wolf away by inflicting pain, but nearly by draining the wolf of his pride and confidence, for, well no apparent reason. There was only a slim chance that Dimitrii was catch glimpse of something impressive. The rest would be pure fun in games.

"One of mine? I like that sound. Has a ring to it no?" Dimitrii didnt expect an answer from the question. Stepping close to the wolf, his tone remained soft, as though there served a purpose for his silence. He expected the same from the newcomer. Though a taste of blood lined his chops, and he wanted more. A quick glimpse earlier found two small healthy herla on the otherside of the small balkar ravine. The ravine was quite calm, but it seemed to be deeper than Dimitrii's fours, and wide as the height of an average tree. Meaning the disturbance of the water would easily alert the herla, making the catch near impossible. Step one. Humiliate the boy.

" Two Fresh Deer are grazing just on the otherside of the small ravine, I want you to seize one of the deer, and bring it here, dead. Child's play for the Balkar. Simple enough for you.? Good. Go. " Dimitrii stepped back, clearing the wolf to go, and showing him that he, too, was being serious.

His tone remained low, and he found himself a view of the river and the herla, still grazing peacefully. They were plenty this time of year, but Dimitrii could see no other. Clearly there was no way to cheat Dimitrii. He would hava a full view of the newcomer as he made each move to cross the river. Though, the second he hit the river, the herla would be long gone. Besides. They were young, healthy, and from far, Dimitrii could say that they had quick reactions. "Try to keep the beast in one peice." Dimitrii smirked. Just another day in the Balkar....

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]It was clear that this Varg wasn’t searching for a new addition to the pack, and was sending him off on this task to be rid of him. Or was it something more? A chance to prove himself, perhaps? By the look on his face it was obvious that he didn’t expect much from Carnage. To him, he was a mere pup that he had seen hundreds of times before in different forms, each a failure in their own light. This time would be different, Carnage would make sure of that, for he wasn’t like other Varg.

He let Dimitrii have his fun taunting, after all, had he been in the Balkar’s position he would feel inclined to harass the newcomer too. Auds forward, he listened attentively to the task at hand. Would it really be this easy? Directing his gaze across the river, he spotted the herd of grazing Herla. He had caught Herla many times before, one even had the nerve to gouge him in the shoulder, leaving him a nasty scar. The only catch this time was there was a river to cross and a noisy approach to be avoided.

His ears caught the dismissal from the Balkar, though his amber orbs were focused elsewhere. Already he was looking for a way to avoid the noisy water of the river, and somehow reach the other side. In his mind was a clear picture of the herd and he knew from experience that the second his paw was dipped into the water, the herd would bolt quicker than the ripples of the stream, eliminating his chance of entering The Balkar. Finally, his eyes fell on something that made his heart swell with another unknown feeling: optimism. Not far down the river were rocks strewn about here and there in the still, clear water. Jumping them should be no problem and it seemed that for once, whatever god existed was smiling down on him. Turning back to Dimitrii with his usual, cocky expression, his maw produced the words, “Watch and learn.”

With that, he turned away, confident that he would prevail in his task and prove himself to this Mann. As he made his way to the rocks, several strategies were playing through his mind. Crossing the river could be tricky, for he was large for a wolf and losing his footing just once could mean a fatal splash that would shake the whole forest. Taking a step forward, he calculated the jump from shore to the first rock and succeeded in convincing himself it was a piece of cake. Bracing himself, he made the leap, all four paws landing safely on the stone surface. From there, he continued crossing until a rather risky jump stared him straight in the face. He almost didn’t make it to the rock that was situated a little higher than the rest, his back paw failed to make it with the rest and almost brought the whole monster of a Varg crashing down into the ravine. He managed to pull himself up though, turning around and offering Dimitrii a cheeky smile before continuing.

Finally, he managed to reach the other side without so much as a splash. The herd was still grazing, undisturbed by the new addition to their side of the river. Carefully, he lowered his body to the ground, his orange belly almost scraping the fresh sprigs of spring grass. Fiery orbs never left his target: one of the two Herla that Dimitrii has referred to. It shouldn’t be too hard, after all, they were considerably smaller than the Herla that had managed to wound him. They only had a few tines to their antlers instead of a full head. The tall shrubbery along with the wind helped to mask his presence as he crept closer to his victim. When he felt the time was right, he leapt from the grass, not bothering to look back at Dimitrii to see if he was still watching, and launched himself for the young buck. Immediately the herd took off, their instincts now screaming at them to flee from the Halloween colored monster known as Carnage.

Naturally, Herla were fast creatures. Their bodies were built in such a way that they could bolt in an instant and be gone. However, predators such as wolves had evolved to meet this standard and Carnage was no exception. His onyx talons tore at the ground relentlessly as he bounded after the deer, firing tufts of grass and soil behind him like a machine gun. It seemed like they were moving in slow motion, for until he began to gain on the runt, they were matching eachothers speed perfectly. All good things must come to an end, he thought as he was finally close enough to take the final leap. With a tremendous spurt of energy, his large body sailed through the air and practically landed on top of the fleeing Herla. Within seconds his iron jaws were embedded in the soft neck flesh and he drug the poor creature to the ground. It was over.

Obsidian eyes gazed skyward as life continued without them. The frail form of the deer hung limply from Carnage’s jowels. Warm vermillion seeped from the wound onto his pink tongue, the sensation of blood was delightful and he had to fight the urge to devour the prize he had just earned for himself. Turning around he headed back the way he had come, the dead beast leaving a trail where it was being dragged. Not bothering to attempt crossing the rocks again, he simply stepped into the water with legs long enough to touch bottom. The deer’s head bobbed along next to Carnage’s and the surrounding water quickly transformed to a cloudy crimson. Emerging from the depths to stand once again in front of Dimitrii, he dropped the beast at the Balkar’s feet and proceeded to shake himself dry.

Ebon and flame fur spiked out at all angles, though the beast of a Varg said nothing. He only smiled contentedly and waited for the response he was dying to hear.[/glow]

[Captain Z]

Dimitrii smirked as the small herla's lifeless form hit the floor infront of him. The blood from the form seemed almost half drained already, and the lust of blood mixed well into the environment. A slight breeze toward the river, relieved his senses though, of the craving taste for the fresh herla youth.

Fenris like orbs lifted from the blooded herla towards the newcomer who wished to join his ranks. A smile remained on his maw, as he stalled, noticing a raised heartbeat on the newcomer, that the adrenaline was sinking in to the blood vessels of the newcomer. And the longer that Dimitrii stalled, the new energy in the newcomer would become useless, making the wolf's muscles exhausted, slowling the pace down. Smiling, he stepped toward the herla, extracting his claws, and placing them gentle atop the form of the Herla. The claws then pierced the skin across the chest of the herla, while dragging straight across, tearing the tissue, and letting a fresh waterfall of blood spill from the chest. Then he placed his opposite forepaw along the left fore leg of the herla, ripping the leg straight off of the herla's lifeless form, severing a critical artery, draining what was left of the Herla's blood.

He withdrew his forepaws from the herla's form, as minutes passed, giving the impression that Dimitrii would devour the fresh served meal. But instead, the coal form of the large lacan stepped back, letting the lust of the tissue, organs and blood fill the air, and carry along the breeze. " I'm impressed, however, we've nearly just begun..." Dimitrii kept his everlasting smile going.

Licking his chops he pushed the herla's form with his maw, and pressed it toward a cliffside, a sharper route toward the same river the newcomer had crossed. Turning back, he gave the wolf a innocent look, before giving the lifeless herla a final push, letting it roll all the way into the river, letting the whole task of the newcomer seem to waste. Dimitrii leaded his form back to the newcomer. a smirk still alit his maw. " Maybe you proved to me that you can sneak up on fresh herla auds without letting it get away. Yet, that's useless to me if you can't find something, when no one knows your there..."

Dimitrii noted the breeze, as its pace picked up, heading toward the area in which the second herla had disappeared. For the next task, he'd be limited in many ways to the use of his senses. Scent would be completely useless, for the next 5 kilometers, it smelt liked blood. And that would be the only thing one could smell, since it was now so strong. All of the blood was in the air. As for knowledge? He'd doubted that the newcomer noted the 2nd herla scent, the direction he ran, and the distinct look. Although Dimitrii noticed it well enough to identify it.

" There was a second herla that was grazing with the one you brought to me. I want you to find him. I want you to bring him back, dead, but without spilling any of its blood. No cuts, no scars, All of the skin intact. Find him. kill him. bring him to me. " Dimitrii noted that the sun would soon rise. as the sky toward the east brought a bright hue to its midnight colour.

"You have till sunrise. less than half an hour. happy hunting..." As Dimitrii dismised the wolf, he noded slightly, giving a reassuring look that he was serious, before turning away and heading inland toward a fresh water pond nearby. He'd be impressed if he did come back. It was more than possible, had the wolf have determination and a good memory. A true nihtgenge, would be back waiting before dimitrii got back. but with the time that Dimtrii stalled in between, it would be a close margin. If he did suceed, Ziev would find himself a satisfactory, but Nihtgenge material Night Hunter.

//EDIT. make sure you talk to me OOC before you reply.\\

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]His auds did not catch what they had wanted to hear, though he had half expected the Balkar to do something to this effect. He guessed Dimitrii was merely trying to get under his skin, make him snap and eliminate his chances, for it was clear up to this point how little was expected of him. Once he was accepted, that attitude would change… He would prove himself among the Balkar and become the best there ever was.

The cocky grin retreated from his maw as fiery eyes narrowed, expressing his confusion at the Mann’s reaction. Why wasn’t he eating the kill, or even acknowledging the skill he had portrayed in retrieving the young buck. The blood that he had but only tasted was weaving its intoxicating scent up to his nostrils, filling the void in his mind that screamed ‘bloodlust’. Obviously, this was another test: self control. He maintained his composure but kept his orbs focused on the kill that’s blood was quickly being robbed from it.

Why Dimitrii was mangling the carcass was beyond his levels of contemplation. Just when it seemed as if he would finally dig in, he surprised Carnage by rolling it into the river. There went his accomplishment and just like that, it was back to the drawing board. It wasn’t fair, but that was part of the deal. Being able to play dirty, rules did not count on Balkar lands. He doubted that Dimitrii was actually that impressed even though he had been rather proud of himself. Thoughts raced through his head faster than the herd of Herla he had ambushed, as to what mission he would have to accomplish next.

Finally, Dimitrii spoke, revealing what he was to do next. His pointed ears drooped to hug the back of his skull while his fiery eyes showed only a flicker of the anger building inside of him. The next task was too ridiculous to even consider at first. How was he to track a Herla with the stench of blood filling every niche in the forest? It was damn near impossible and he knew that was why he must succeed. His pink tongue rolled out of his mouth and over his maw, removing the last traces of gore from his muzzle. He wished that as his tongue rolled over his nose, he could somehow devour the bloody scent and stop if from reaching his nostrils, but it wasn’t that easy. Amber orbs dropped their gaze to the forest floor and the large, orange paws supporting the massive Varg. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him.

While he had been staring at his paws, he noticed mud that had been displaced where he stood. Lifting a single paw was a large print, holding in it the truth of where he had been. Looking up at Dimitrii he rose to his paws, the mischievous glint in his eyes no doubt giving the impression he had formulated a plan. Turning his massive body around, he headed back to the rock bridge where he would once again cross to the other side of the river. Turning to face Dimitrii once more, he aid nothing, only gave a look of confidence followed by his trademark grin creeping over his maw. With a swish of his sweeping tail, he was already leaping from one rock to the other, and was soon on the other side of the ravine.

How he would find the Herla within the allotted time he had no idea. Also, the problem of killing it arose. How was a Varg to kill without leaving any marks? Returning to the spot in the meadow where the Herla had been grazing, he nosed the ground and notice the slot prints he had hope would remain. With the coming of Spring was a rejuvenating shower of rain that reduced the hard ground to a soft, muddy cover where footprints were unavoidable. He would track the Herla this way as easily as any other Varg could track him. As his black nose searched the ground for a scent other than blood, he had no luck. He would simply have to follow the prints until he was free from the distracting crimson shroud.

The slots of his target were smaller than those of the rest of the heard, and were easy to identify even as they mixed with the prints of adults. The almost identical slots of his kill ran desperately spaced out in the opposite direction, and most of them were obscured by the large paw prints of the Varg that had claimed them. As his speed increased, so did the distance between slot marks, showing that the herd had slowed down, knowing that danger was out of the way. Finding them from there should be easy, though there was still the kill to be made.

Sure enough, a few hundred yards away sat the herd beneath a cluster of trees. They were seeking shelter for the night and found safety in numbers, though it was obvious they were still anxious and on the lookout for predators. Quietly, he approached them, keeping his hulking body low to the soft ground and scanning the herd for his target.

There, on the outskirts of the herd, lay the second Herla. His antlers held two points and Carnage was sure it was the right one. Same coloration as the one he had caught, same age, everything. Its black orbs were scanning the horizon, though Carnage kept low in the tall grass and avoided the cautious gaze. Slowly, he crept forth, and took a roundabout way to get to the buck, as to avoid being seen.

Carnage was now yards from his prey, staring at the soft neck flesh before remembering no marks were to be made. If it weren’t for that single complication he would have been back already and judging by the retreating light of Fenris, he didn’t have much time left. It was now or never, so he slunk forward a few more paces and leapt for the sitting Herla.

It had tried to bolt, but to no avail. Carnage’s gargantuan form was soon on top of the squirming deer. The rest of the herd betrayed the buck in an act of cowardice and survival as they bolted away, leaving the young one to fend for itself against the wolf. An orange paw moved to the Herla’s throat while his body kept his flailing body pinned. Pushing down forcefully on the throat, Carnage crushed the buck’s windpipe and within a minute, the twitching body was lifeless.

Satisfied with himself for the second time that day, he stared down at his awkward kill and pondered how to carry it back. Using his jaws would be a gamble for if he clamped down too hard he would easily severe blood vessels, causing precious life to spill from the Herla’s limp body. No, this was no something he could chance, so he wriggled his way under the frail body and hoisted it onto his back. Carnage was a sight to behold as he rushed back across the meadow, parallel with the river. He wore the Herla on his broad back and only had to stop once to pick it up after dropping it. Farther down the river he found an easier way to cross: a fallen but sturdy tree that required no careless jumping. Walking across, he soon found Dimitrii by a pool nearby their meeting place. Rolling his shoulders, the Herla fell onto the ground, causing a plume of dust to form around it. He wore a serious expression that revealed how peeved he was at having to carry out the ridiculous errand, though also showed the expectation that he had passed the Balkar’s tests. He stared intently into Dimitrii’s orange orbs, awaiting another reaction that would probably disappoint him.[/glow]

[Captain Z]

//well, your in and all, i start a thread hopefully tonight either in list or koran with your 'innitiation task' haha, just like a grade 9's first day of high school. , oh and well posted that last post was, i like it \\