I Cast my Die on the Devil's Doorstep.

[Sitka]

A fallen angel of agouti hue had followed the deep scent of a strong male warrior group. She scented the ground once more and started forward. One aud flicked side to side hoping to catch any sound to give away her "prey."

The half-blood wreaked of human stench, enough to make a varg turn his head. But she was not here to impress them, nor did she need the comfort of their pack. She had been warned about how dangerous these dragga were, but it did not matter. For she had no future and no past to return to. The grim task of finding the balklar was all she had.

She knew nothing of Varg customs, nor of varg ways. She was raised in a human village in the extreme north where the winters could freeze the lungs. But her mother had spoken of her sire and where he had come from. Theirs was not a union of love but one forced, and Sitka was the result of that merger. She knew not his name nor his make, only that her was strong and vicious. She wanted to find him, to see a reflection of herself........ To know what "wolf" blood stirred within her. Surely he would not welcome her, for he had satisfied pleasures of the flesh and could not have known of her existence.

She smiled at what he could possibly think of her if he knew her secret lust. Any Lera would mark her as insane. But as it was there was none who knew and never a soul shall discover it.

She scented again and stopped, as a sled dog she had howled many a time before her team raced into the village and the humans came running out to meet her human. She wondered if such things could work here in the realm of the varge.

Lifting her muzzle to the sky she let her sound pour from her throat, soaking into the trees and earth. As the echo died she waited for an answer. Sapphire eyes glaring, preparing to make her presence known.

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]Large orange paws padded heavily over the Balkan turf, leaving slightly visible imprints of where they had come. Following the paws up were long, powerful legs that supported a massive frame which resembled a bear more than any wolf. Fiery eyes were alert in the trademark darkness of the pack territory, auds too, scanned for anything out of place.

The Halloween-colored Varg stalked through the lands as if he had been there for ages and had taken the time to learn all of its secrets, when in reality, he was a rather new member to the ranks of the Night Hunters. Though considered a novice, he took his job of patrolling the lands very seriously, chasing off trespassers and letting them escape with their lives- if they were lucky. Twitching his auds, they took in all the sounds of the night, from chirping crickets to the light breeze teasing the branches of trees overhead. Nares flared as he scented the ground, then the air, and he recoiled as if he had seen a ghost, though he had a disgusted scowl on his face.

Man. And dog.

The faint scent of foreign wolf was intertwined with the sharp scent of man and 'man's best friend'. A hybrid? In Balkar lands? As if that alone wasn't enough, the scent revealed the trespasser to be a Fae. Another one of them trying to join the ranks, eh? His mind flashed for a moment to Kacia, remembering how she too had high hopes and was then denied. How they had escaped with their lives and how he had later returned to join himself. Shaking his heavy head of the though, a low growl formed in the back of his throat and a smile twitched on his lips, trying to force its way into his expression. Though he was no Nihtgenge, he ran swift as he could manage towards the border, and on his way heard a makeshift howl mingled with the clumsy barks as only a dog could muster.

Once at the border, his fiery orbs caught sight of the Fae, the area surrounding her almost driving him to frenzy at the disgusting man/dog combination. What a brave expression she possessed! So intent on finding a member of the dreaded all-male pack, but then again, one should always be careful what they wish for. Masked by the darkness as Tor had not yet arrived to cloak the land with her light, he stepped slowly from the shadows, a snarl scrunching his orange muzzle and a glare in his amber orbs. Looking like a monster emerging from the trees, he spoke in a deep and menacing tone.

"What business have you in Balkan territory, Fae? Choose your words wisely, for they just might be your last."[/glow]

[Sitka]

((don't let it effect the play but Sitka will never join them or even try, but I wanted to try my hand at playing with you guys since your posts are fantastic. Oh and she mixes the words wolf and varg because she grew up with human words too.))

The bitch turned her delacate head to face the hellon. The male was of a tantalizing hue that she had never beheld in her young life. The took him in carefully as she would an opposing sled team. Then he spoke his words harsh. She blinked at his ruffness. Then answered, "I am called Sitka, and I have come to find a name and that is all. I would have your calling then since you judge me so harshly. "

The Brute's personallity fit the descriptions she had been told by others. But how could she tremble before him if she welcomed what he could give her. For if this Balklar killed her she would no longer struggle in her guilt. The pain would die with her. Remembering how the other wolves had acted she lowered her tail and removed her gaze from his seductive orbs. Though she was so tempted to look at him again. She was awed by his health and power, he was not like the free Varg she had met. She could see how her mother could have given into such power. But Sitka was not here to find a partner. She did not need their protection or freindship. She just needed to feed the horrable feeling eating away at her. Her personallity did not come from her mother, she needed to know the name of her father.

She stared at the earth between her pads and spoke softly but loud enough that he could hear her, "Do you know of a balklar varg who would breed a northern dog, a dog that would carry the scent of man and the mysterious north known as siberia?"

She did not expect him to answer her, for she knew in her heart a wolf would not admit to doing such a thing espcially in such a pack as this. Possibly could they have found out and killed him? The thought depressed her greatly. For she had hoped perhaps to catch a glimpse of her maker, even if he never discovered her or even laid his eyes upon her at all.

She lifted he gaze again, she could not help it, the balklar were something to behold and her eyes drank deeply almost to a state of drunkeness. Saphire eyes sparkled as she held his gaze but not quite, looking just past him but still viewing his full brutish form.

Had she been able to comprehend his thoughts she would have agreed with him, she did not belong here and now she was getting more than she asked for. For she could not bring herself to turn away.

((To make this interesting, I do not have a wolf to be her father she does not know what color he is. This leaves her story Open to anyone interested. ))

[Carnage]

((Alright, thanks for clearing that up.))

[glow=red,2,300]As the Fae spoke, he snorted derisively, the noxious fumes of man and dog parting ways momentarily before regaining their haze around his face. How brave she seemed, yet, she was not looking to join? A mere name was all she craved? This was certainly a first, and despite his agitation at her passing the Balkan border, he couldn't restrain a few flickers of amusement from finding their way into his expression. Drawing in a deep breath, he appeared to grow even taller than before, and as he exhaled, light chuckles emerged from his maw.

"My name is of no importance, though, Sitka, if you must know, my name is Carnage. Can you think of one good reason why I should not judge you harshly? Or better yet- why I shouldn't rip your throat out right here and now?"

Fiery orbs bore deep into the Fae's. It was bad enough that she was a female, but being a hybrid too made him want to rip her apart on the spot. He was never one to tolerate dogs, especially the ones that mated with Varg and produced children. Something in her eyes told him that she didn't care if she were to die, that it would offer some release for her to flee from this world into the next. It was an awkward situation, for which would be worse? The pain of death, or the emotional pain she would be forced to endure should he let her go? He decided not to do anything too rash, just yet.

The next batch of words that assaulted his ears made a deep chuckled rumble from the pit of his stomach and echo into the night sky. This conversation just keeps getting better, doesn't it? Lowering his auds to hug the back of his skull, he craned his neck as to come face to face with the petite Faemme. Their noses almost touching, he spoke in a deep, rattling tone and provided an answer which he was sure would make the Fae regret asking her stupid question.

"Tell me, what have you heard of The Balkar? What exactly do you take us for? No Mann that would fall for a domestic bitch would ever be allowed into our ranks. Obviously, you've got a wrong number, because your father would never have been good enough for us."

While he hadn't been in The Balkar long enough to learn the name of every member, he did know the prejudice towards domestic dogs and the Varg that chose to breed with them. There was no doubt in his mind that a Varg described like her father would be killed on sight, and not given the chance to explain himself or his reasons for being in Balkan territory.

As the hybrid stared at him, she seemed mesmerized by his inferno-like gaze. A moth drawn to the flame, unable to free herself from the snares of curiosity. His own gaze held hers dually, but not because he was unable to avert it. While his eyes held the warm tones of a fiery blaze, they also somehow held within them a coldness, denying onlookers access to his thoughts.

"As for you. I think you've gotten yourself into more trouble than you know. I'm giving you one chance Fae, get out of our lands and never come back. Give up your search for your father and be thankful you needn't suffer the same fate as he on this night."

With that said, he backed away from her and turned back to the shadows, his black fan of a tail almost completely gone from view in the darkness.[/glow]

[Sitka]

"Carnage", she repeated almost to softly to be heard. The brute certainly did not approve of her existence. His offer to take her life was quelled by her only knowledge of her sire. Her eyes narrowed at his question. Strangely enough she knew more than she should for it was as if they had read each other's thoughts as he interrogated her.

The angel had felt deep inside it had been a mistake to look down at his paws as she spoke of her true quest. His answer hit her square on for she could see he was young and her father would have been older. She cursed herself silently for her self pity had caused her to stumble again.
Guiltily she thought to herself ~What kind of putnar would hunt for meanings? What kind of beast walks in pain and seeks the truth? What Canid would dare track down lies? ~ She blinked in spite of herself at the foolishness of her own desires...........
Then the question arose in her thoughts, Carnage was right, What Wolf could possibly see in the dark, to mate with a Dog so close to humans? What kind of free Lera has no fear of man's stench?

She did not answer him, a guilty hurt shone in her eyes. Shining Sapphire orbs watched as he moved away. She called to him for only his auds to keep, " Carnage I will keep your gift of my own life silent to all other varg, thank you."

She turned to leave his Terra but not before she spoke to herself in her confusion, "Why? Why would a Varg leave his pack to stay near man?"

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]-THREAD CLOSED-[/glow]