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Post by Feran on Feb 11, 2005 9:35:01 GMT -5
A thin, dark grey wolf stalked through the forests. He was completely lost in his own thoughts, only barely aware of the noise his paws made as he walked through the snow, or the chill wind blowing in his face. His dark green eyes were staring directly at the ground beneath him. An empty feeling consumed his whole body, not only physically but mentally too. He was extremely hungry but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Feran was searching for something, although he wasn't exactly sure what it was. A sense of purpose, perhaps? His pack had forced him out after he challenged the Dragga, and he only narrowly escaped with his life. After he left the pack he began to walk with only his thoughts to keep him company. He had wandered for many moons, not knowing what he was doing or where he was going.
And he had just wandered into Balkar territory.
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Post by Leohlic on Feb 11, 2005 15:51:57 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*He had been resting under the shelter of a great pine where the snow was beginning to thin and teh soft, dead grass was sprouting beneath it's icy cage, taking advantage of the softer straw like grass until another snow storm hit when the distant scent of an intruder reached his shimmering black nasal. He lifted his head and grunted awkwardly as he struggled to his short, stout legs and began to pad towards the boundaires and scent, tail held rigid and his hackled rising as a chilling breeze blew and ruffled him the wrong way. He growled in annoyance and picked up the pace, stalking through the shadows until he began to stalk steadily behind Feran, his pressence unknown and silent. The youngster seemed to be in deep thought and Leoh wasn't sure if entering his lands was intentional or not, but whatever it was he had still trespassed without asking Tratto's Blessing. Growling deeply Leoh leapt out into the path and stood stiffly behind the youth, his head lowered and in line with his spine and protruding shoulder blades as his tail went skywards, a merciless snarl marking his white rimmed maw. "Why have you entered my lands without the persmission?" His vocals quivered as his speech was deep and full of anger and emotion that Feran would not even have experienced in his life...for no one, not even Shato, could understand his pains and troubles..*[/glow]
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Post by Feran on Feb 12, 2005 15:43:02 GMT -5
Feran snapped out of his daydreaming instantly and spun round. The voice behind him had taken him completely by surprise and filled him with anger, both at the wolf standing before him and at himself for not noticing Leohlic sooner. He eyed the wolf cautiously and sniffed the air, trying to pick up the scent of any other wolves who might be hiding in the trees, before dropping his head towards the snow and mirroring Leoh's pose. He knew he might have to run. The anger in Leoh's voice had scared Feran slightly; it was as if the varg's words had been constructed from a thousand painful memories. Feran tried to compose himself as best he could.
"Who are you to demand I ask for permission?" growled the gray wolf, attempting to appear unfazed by Leohlic's sudden appearance. "I walk where I like!"
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Post by Leohlic on Feb 13, 2005 9:08:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh snarled manically as the youngster pushed his lukc too far and he leapt forward so that his pulled back muzzle was only an inch fron Feran's, his misting breathe curling in the air and creeping down the stranger's spine. Who was this varg to demand such answers from the First? Was he asking for a death wish? If so, it was arriving to his muzzle on a silver platter, one polished and shiney clean...he was so close to being able to speak muzzle to muzzle with the God's. "I am the First of the Balkar, and i demand that low life's such as your pathetic self ask for Tratto's Blessing before wandering hap-hazardly into my lands. You may walk where you like, but you should be far more wary when there are Balkar around scum.." His lips were pulled so far back with fury he thought that the skin my just rip from his flesh, and his pink gums began to turn white with the force pulling against them. Leoh may have been short and aging, but it did not stop him from reaching high places. And he was a decent fighter, the best some may have said for those who fought with him often got a sharp realisation of what his small power and speed could result in. this varg had better watch himself..*[/glow]
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Post by Feran on Feb 13, 2005 17:57:21 GMT -5
Feran stumbled backwards, tripping over his own legs. He managed to catch himself and looked back at the varg in front of him, and Leoh could see the fear in Feran's eyes.
"First of the Balkar?" he whispered to himself. He'd heard of the Balkar... his father had told him they were a highly disciplined pack of male varg, feared for their strength and ferocity. Judging by Leoh, he was right.
"You... you are the First of the Balkar?" Feran stuttered. He raised his head and looked Leoh in the eye. "My name is Feran. I meant you no disrespect."
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Post by Leohlic on Feb 20, 2005 12:18:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh snarled in anger as the youngster looked him in the eye and followed with the words '...i meant you no disrespect..' and he lunged forward even further so that their muzzles almost touched once more. What a cocky thing to say to a varg who could so easily snatch hold of his wind pipe and rip it from his living form. A wolf who meant no disrespect would have never glimpsed one more powerful in the eye. "IS that rightly so? Well if i were you and you wanted to keep that pretty and unscathed face varg, i'd take your gaze away from my own.." His lips were pulled back with such a force he thought they might rip from the flesh. His yellowing yet still pallid canines glistened in the sunlight as Fenris above shone down on the two males..*[/glow]
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Sedregantis
Newborn
I hope you have reason to look upon my face
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Post by Sedregantis on Apr 11, 2005 18:44:17 GMT -5
( I am not to sure how to ask for Trattos Blessing but bear with me this is an idea i came up with to do so)
Sedregantis tired from travel looked upon the two vargs about to fight and interupted" Excuse me, I just entered the lands and was looking for the Dragga of Balkar. I believe these are Balkar lands and wished to ask for Trattos blessing to enter these lands and present myself before the Dragga himself so that I may ask for a position within his great pack." Sedregantis looked upon the two vargs waiting for a reply as to the whereabouts of the Dragga himself.
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Post by whitefang on Apr 13, 2005 18:32:27 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry to interrupt and all but I think you should do this in a diferent thread tthis one is preety much dead and I don't think the first would really look at it and also I'm not so sure but I think you have too be at a puppy rank to join any pack. I think this even goes the same for this one. Also the first is never on so in order to keep the pack grounds " active " I would most likely have too greet you so I'll wait if I were you.
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