It's All I Wish

[Carcharoth]

Above the forest's canopy the moon and Goddess Tor shone down with her milky glow, illuminating the lands and sending eerie shadows across the open lands and barren plains. The pack lands were at peace...or at least for those who's bellies had been filled and the borders well scouted...others were bustling with action and noise, howling and barking as well as yipping and snarling. Those like the Balkar however...never slept.
A grey mist hung over the balkar's lands...even with the onset of Summer on the horizon it was bleak and defying. The shadows grew longer and the the darkness seemed deeper and darker. The wolves which haunted the lands were merciless Balkar that killed without mercy...and for pleasure.

A shadow of its own self stalked the night, his heavy black pelt shifting on his large, muscular form. However, due to lack of sufficient meals in the past moon, his waist had grown thinner and his skin grown saggy beneath his form. Legs and neck were still built with solid muscle, and little food could pass little hindrence on the male's fighting abilities.
His glowering green orb stared ahead as he pressed on, the other one milky and white like the moon above. So too did the single aud aloft his head swivel intently, catching even the most minor shuffling of a breeze in the brush...while the other no longer excisted and heard nothing of even his own heartbeat.

Carcharoth had left his pack only a few moons before, it was indeed his father, Dragga of the pack, that had driven him from the lands and treated him kindly to the wounds, which at the time were drastically unpleasant to carry. For the punishment of being driven from his home - that memory was for him alone...and only those who were prepared to die between his jaws were the ones to hear it and carry it to their grave.
On entering the Balkar's territory, Carch slowed his pace and halted several paces inside from the border. Looking around he made sure that there were no haunting faces looming in the darkness that could not be seen, or any sounds and scents that would come from the form of the wolf who may be stalking his movements.
On making sure that he was in the clear, Carch tilted back his head and lead out his long, deep melody that played over the lands. He was merely asking for Tratto's Blessing, to ask for permission to join the pack's ranks would be done in person with the First...

[Serg]

in the deep gloom of the depth of the territory, a black shadow stalked, broken only by deep amber eyes, like two burning coals. the lartge build of the first moved silently between the trees. his large black paws finding a single flower of spring that had dared to grow in the dreary lands of the Balkar. the coal-black paw landed on the minute spot of natural beauty, and crushed it into the dusty earth. the purple bloom encased in a clawed prison of death.

Serg smiled in satisfaction at the unintentional damage, but his attention as torn away from the dead plant as an eerie call for permission to enter the territory echoed in his jet-black ears. his upper lip twitched almost into a snarl, but he began to move again, direction change to intercept the course of the male that had called.

in the distance he could see a black male, as he got closer, he raised his tail in a proud arch and barked a gruff call. he noted that this male had one white eye, and only a single ear. 'what varg asks permission to enter my lands?' he growled as he got even closer, then halted, his amber gaze scrutinizing and cold.

[Carcharoth]

The bulky, ebon varg swivelled his entire head to see who it was that spoke to him, and with a twitch of his single aud a broad grin spread across his large muzzle. Dipping his head in respect to the First of the Balkar, a deep growl emitted from his maw and his rigid tail dropped slightly, showing that he was not the dominant one in this position. Carch then padded forward, moving his form so that it was now fully in line with the ebon Serg, who stance was savage and demeaning.
"I come to these lands and seek permission to join the ranks of the most feared pack in this region. My name is Carcharoth."
His brushy tail flicked and his muscles rippled beneath his skin. His single, emerald orb that was flecked with a fiery ember glistened like the exterior of water on a bright, fenris lit day.