Post by Lajos on Jul 28, 2006 20:01:59 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]"I, Lajos, take this oath; that I shall be loyal to my pack, and not engage myself in the battles of any other pack in Carpathia, be they friend or foe. I shall be honorable and just in war, slaying only those I am commanded to, and never raise tooth or claw against my fellow Balkar. I do swear to respect those above me, following any command given without question. By saying this I bind myself to the order of the Balkar, and do avow to do my utmost best in keeping this oath. "[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]The words lifted upon quiet, forest air from the white maw of a youth, up toward Fenris in his own quaint and immaculate domain.
Lajos knew not whom he had been speacking to, yet the words had flown forth from him as he padded along on white paws that so masked the said cruelty that lay burning, beyond.
He had contemplated this for a while, so he had. It allowed for great protection from other packs, when joining this cadre on their forested, yet somehow fierygrazed and cleak, terra.
A haunting tune, a dead sonnet, tune of those selling their souls. The words of The Balkar's Oath repeated, ever interminably and into the thundering sky, threatening to brin rain unto the Carpathians.
Practice... Practice makes perfect. Lajos practiced the oath, and he would practice once more, the said oath when, as he prayed, he was given admission unto this place.
Even still, Lajos prepared himself, for any test that would come the wise brutes path down the trace that led to victory and insertion into Balkar ranking.
Larka's Blessing... When the great leader of this terra came upon him, or whomever would, Lajos reminded silently to himself to ask for that great blessing, named after a wolf of grace and power from the elder times long past.
Then, as Lajos repeated those words allowed, he began to rise his voice in a subtle howl, calling forth the Alpha, or whatever the leader may be, of the Balkar Clan. It was a howl; a song and tune of mystery that, like everything else, went forever foward, never turning, never looking back. So, this howl held the beauty of life itself.
...And then, the rain fell.[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]The words lifted upon quiet, forest air from the white maw of a youth, up toward Fenris in his own quaint and immaculate domain.
Lajos knew not whom he had been speacking to, yet the words had flown forth from him as he padded along on white paws that so masked the said cruelty that lay burning, beyond.
He had contemplated this for a while, so he had. It allowed for great protection from other packs, when joining this cadre on their forested, yet somehow fierygrazed and cleak, terra.
A haunting tune, a dead sonnet, tune of those selling their souls. The words of The Balkar's Oath repeated, ever interminably and into the thundering sky, threatening to brin rain unto the Carpathians.
Practice... Practice makes perfect. Lajos practiced the oath, and he would practice once more, the said oath when, as he prayed, he was given admission unto this place.
Even still, Lajos prepared himself, for any test that would come the wise brutes path down the trace that led to victory and insertion into Balkar ranking.
Larka's Blessing... When the great leader of this terra came upon him, or whomever would, Lajos reminded silently to himself to ask for that great blessing, named after a wolf of grace and power from the elder times long past.
Then, as Lajos repeated those words allowed, he began to rise his voice in a subtle howl, calling forth the Alpha, or whatever the leader may be, of the Balkar Clan. It was a howl; a song and tune of mystery that, like everything else, went forever foward, never turning, never looking back. So, this howl held the beauty of life itself.
...And then, the rain fell.[/glow]
