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Post by Cwen on Mar 21, 2005 13:40:23 GMT -5
The sun shone down with a mighty light and warmth, but Cwen was surprised that she could feel no heat from Fenris's burning orb and that the light was low and very dim for such a fresh spring morning. However, it did not take the faemme long to realise where she was...the Balkar territory. Frowning slightly Cwen pressed on, her dark blue markings along ehr hackles rising steadily as the sense of wariness dawned on her. She had once encountered such savage males before...but her escape was easy and she outran the group for her legs were long than their's and her wit was sharper...so too her cunning.
However being in their pack was slightly more of a daunting task - but Cwen had wandered in by complete accident and now to find the way out once more would be even harder. For now she had realised the true depression that surrounded the bleak area of forest Cwen found that seeing very far in front of her own muzzle was ahrd enough...and the fear began to rise in her.
It did not take her long till she found a clearing where the mist was thin and even Fenris managed to get a look in. Her confidence grew and her head rose higher. Why was she frightened? Mist and darkness was what she took most pleasure in! Growling deeeply she took this thought on board and padded into the centre of the clearing, sitting back on her haunches and curling her brushy tail round ehr damp paws that had gathered the dew while walking through tall grass. There she sat, and there she waited. It was useless her trying to find her way out - she might as well wait for the arrival of a Balkar and kindly ask for the directions on a way out of their Tor-forsaken territory.
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Post by whitefang on Mar 21, 2005 22:01:53 GMT -5
WhiteFang walked up silently behind her he had been following her ever since she had stepped on the balkar territory. He knew the first would not be happy with a fae on his land or even a kerl there. He growled to himself and watched her when he saw her stop he walked forward his paws making no sound at all the wind was on his side so he his scent was not carried to her nose.
[glow=red,2,300]"What do you think your doing here Kerl this is Balkar territory no faes are allowed here. You would do best to leave and now before the first comes and kills you for coming." [/glow]
WhiteFang backed up and looked over the wolf. The first can kill her in a minute she had best get out of here or I'll have too kill her. WhiteFang snarled and snapped at her.
[glow=red,2,300]"Well what are you waiting for Kerl? Do you want to die the first might bnot be here right now but I sure can beat you myself. I'm giving you a chance too live you shoudl take it and go or is it that you can't find your way out of here is the darkness blocking your view of knowing the way out?"[/glow]
WhiteFang laughed and looked around her again her scent was everywhere someone was sure to find her and if he did not first kill her a very good thing to do.
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Post by Cwen on Mar 22, 2005 14:35:37 GMT -5
Cwen's head swung sharply round to meet the burning orbs of the Balkar wolf who had entered the clearing, an anger filled snarl clearly marking maw white muzzle. She had to admit that she was startled by his sudden appearance, and swiftly got to her paws, head down and hackles rising in defence. Her own lips were pulled back into a fearful snarl as she took a hesitating step backwards. If Cwen was going to pick a fight with a Balakr - it wouldn't have been in their territory, but hers. The kerl lands were large and widespread, she knew them well and would be able to lure any dumb Balkar into a wittless trap...but here they had the upper hand. With a hesitating growl she raised her head once more and took a step forward, her hackles remaining erect so too with her rigid tail. A fluttering smile began to etch its way across her white maw in place of her snarl. "Why dear Balkar. I do not mean to tresspass on your more than pure lands," with the last remark she looked at the misty forest, deadly white trees and the dark shadows that engulfed them and wrinkled her nose - far from pure...and far from the truth. "However i am as you haev said, rather lost. And it would do you well, not to mention myself, if you could kindly show me the way out and back into my own lands?" She grinned and looked back at him, his fearless stance over-powering ehrs of course, but she chanced her luck.
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Post by whitefang on Mar 22, 2005 15:18:04 GMT -5
WhiteFang grew angry when the she-wolf growled at him he reterned it with one of his own he growled savagely at the Fae the hair on his neck and shoulders bristled.
[glow=red,2,300]You got here on your own you can find your way out by your self I'm not gonna help some fae. I should kill you for being here but I don't feel like it so I'll let you live but the others might not be so willing as to let you leave here alive.[/glow]
WhiteFang ceased his snarling snd his growling and looked t the fae getting lost in balkar territory was no joke she should be careful with what she say before she gets her throat ripped out.
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Post by Cwen on Mar 22, 2005 15:29:02 GMT -5
Further Cwen would push her luck till this was the end - and what WhiteFang said only made her chuckle once more. He had threatened her with her life and now he claimed to 'not be in the mood' this was some kind of joke...it had to be! How else was she going to escape their territory? It was like a spider's web...a trap that was near inescapable once you were in it...without some help at least. So with this she raised her brow and stepped forward even further, growling back at him as if to challange him...what a stupid idea it seemed...but she could not help her nature. "Do you want me to leave these lands? Well for your wish to be granted sir balkar you must show me the way." she looked at him with cold grey eyes, but made sure that they did not make contact with his own...that would have been even more of a fatal mistake if her cocky words weren't. He was larger than she, and his muscle build would surely have been stronger...but Cwen had the wit, cunning and speed - so if he was to attack, she could either be fatally injured or she could duck and flee into the mist, either to run into another of the feared wolves or in the right direction of the borders. it was a chance she was willing to take - after all this was the whole reason she left her perfect life behind...excitment!
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Post by whitefang on Mar 22, 2005 15:44:10 GMT -5
When the Fae was done WhiteFang looked at her. Then at that moment his lips writhered into a snarl that was filled with blood-curdling viciousness and the hair on his neck amd back involuntarily bristled. He then started to growl and into his growl was all that was vicious, malignant, and horrible. His eyes gleaming hatred lips wrinkled back and fangs exposed and dripping.
[glow=red,2,300]There is no way I'll help you out fae get it through your head I'm not helping you. You found your way in here then you'll find your way out its not my problem but you should leave here soon even though I don't feel like killing you now I will have too if you stay on this land even longer.[/glow]
WhiteFang stepped toward her looking her in the eyes and growling his fangs stil pulled back showing his fangs.
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Post by Cwen on Mar 22, 2005 16:10:11 GMT -5
Cwen's grin couldn't help but broaden...she was beginning to have some kind of effect on this Balkar, and it pleasured her to see how much he began to grow with irritation. What a sad Balkar he must be...not even willing to chase me out the territory...he could at least give me some sense of directions, she thought silently to herself. Sighing she could feel his eyes penatrate her mind and try to seek out her thoughts, but she pushed them away and stepped back slightly as he approached, leaning her neck background and giving him a disgusted look. "It is not my fault that your pack is a death trap is it? You could at least give me directions...you want me out of here don't you?" her tone grew rather sarcastic and witty, not the best decision in voice to go for...but she was beginning to get fed up here and wanted out jsut as much as he wanted her to leave.
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Post by whitefang on Mar 22, 2005 16:25:14 GMT -5
WhiteFang growled and shook his head and started to walk away back into the lands and not out.
[glow=red,2,300]If you want out then you can find it yourself but if your not out by time I finish checking around for any more Kerls then your dead got that. You better have coause I'm not gonna say it again.[/glow]
WhiteFang walked away soon his ivory fur was unable to be seen and then he was gone completely.
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Post by Cwen on Mar 22, 2005 17:00:20 GMT -5
As the balkar padded away from the scene with a more than distguntled tone Cwen frowned and glared after him. She didn't trust the male...of course she never trusted him, he was Balkar for tor's sake! But why was he so content at not wishing to drive her from his lands and kill her like most would? Was he not even Balkar? Was he jsut another kerl who ahd gotten lost in the pack's territory and couldn't find his way out? Was it all a trick to make him laugh? As these questions built up in her mind and Cwen growled deeply, finding the idea humiliating and very aggrivating. If her ideas were true then she had jsut been made a mockery to a complete stranger - and that didn't settle very well on her behalf.
With a snarl she bounded off back into the misted shadows after the ivory pelted male, her nasal twitching as she picked up his scent and began to follow him. her stealth and light body-weight made her almsot silent if it were not for her footfalls on the dead leaves and undergrowth. His form came into her sights and with a deep growl and glared at him. "You think this is funny do you kerl? You don't even know the way out of this hell hole...so stop acting so tough!" she barked and stood tall, her lips curled back into a twisted snarl. Little did Cwen know, she had actually comfronted a balkar, and that if his temper was anything like the ones she had teased before, then her precense here would be short lived.
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Post by whitefang on Mar 23, 2005 15:52:47 GMT -5
WhiteFang stopped when he heard the female come up behind him. He listened to what she had too say and then when he heard her call himself a Kerl he grew angry he laid his ears back and growled. He turned around and snapped.
[glow=red,2,300]Get it straight fae because I'll say this once and once only I'm no Kerl fae I'm a fully grown Balkar. So remember it. [/glow]
WhiteFang looked her straight in the eye his breath slowed and he snarled he stepped up closer to her intill he was face-to-face.
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Post by Cwen on Mar 23, 2005 16:11:51 GMT -5
Cwen's heart leapt into her throat as he turned and snapped back at her, claiming that he was a fully fledged Balkar. If he wanted to kill her, then now was the time to do it, but Cwen would have to give him a run for his money before her flesh reached his jaws. She stood still, staring straight back at him - from fear and fright more than dominance - hesitating to run or snap back at him. It was hger instinct to run yes, but no her nature. With a deep growl she steadied her footing and frowned, her grey gaze cold and savage. She may have had the perfect upbrigning, but that and her time along was enough to teach ehr perfect words and eprfect manouvers...this wolf might be surprised. "A Balkar eh? Well then if you were a true Balakr you would have attacked and killed me already wouldn't you have?" her tone was that of mocking and she grinned widely. The act of teasing Balkar was something she enjoyed a lot, especially if winding them up actually worked. This wolf seemed to snap pretty easily...her fun had only begun, but where would it end?
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Post by whitefang on Mar 23, 2005 16:48:16 GMT -5
WhiteFang saw what she was aiming for right away he had did it so many times he should have been trying to tell earlier. He grinned he might as well play along for a awhile then since she would not leave hurt or chase her out.
[glow=red,2,300]Because like I said I did not feel like it I just came from a battle a little while ago. You should have left Kerl You don't know how mad your making me. I might not be able to hold back killing you.[/glow]
WhiteFang grinned and stepped even closer he had a clear shot at her throat and could take it but first he wanted to see what she would do.
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Post by Cwen on Mar 24, 2005 18:10:18 GMT -5
((Have to be gone for like 10 days - sorry if i seem anscent - that's why!))
Cwen growled at him, a light hearted chuckle escaping her maw. One excuse after another he seemed to brew up - when would he be a true Balkar and fight her? Just then she saw where his gaze fell and growled deeply, manovering herself so that her heaad blocked his view of her neck, and with her speed (which was her main use of fighting rather than full on biting) he would have a hard time catching her to make such a fatal injury. Her tail flickered and grew rigid once more as she found a new sense of confidence in her. The excitment of the situation unfolding before her only stirred adreniline - which boosted her witty, cocky personality. In truth, the Balakr was bringing it on himself. "We don't want your precious First to think you've been slacking on the job now would we?" she grinned maliciously. By mildly insulting the male's Dragga, would it boost the stupid varg into a frenzy of fury?
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Post by whitefang on Apr 7, 2005 16:51:34 GMT -5
WhiteFang pulled back his lips to the wolf when she started to talk of Leohlic the first he would not take kindly to an insult to the first no fellow Balkar would. He snapped at her and then attacked he lowered himself to the ground and leaped at her he aimed at the side of her throat his white ivories glistened even though they were in the shadows.
[glow=red,2,300]“You don it now kerl no one can insult the First and expect not to be badly hurt or worse killed. You dear insult one that was strong enough to save Scars life? [/glow]
WhiteFang sprang to the side after his attack and aimed yet another well-aimed bite at her neck his eyes flashed angry. He snarled and attacked again and again on her back and the back of her throat no knowing if he made hits or not.
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Post by Cwen on Apr 10, 2005 10:42:02 GMT -5
As WhiteFang suddenly went hysterical and began to lunge at Cwen form all direction, his first hit was to her shoulder, and with a yelp of pain she staggered back and swiftly avoided the next move, darting this way and that as he too did the same to her. She learnt from her mistake of being bitten once, and she would make sure it wouldn't happen again...or at least for as long as she could keep up avoiding his far from subtle attacks. Once more his canines sunk into her, and then they were released. She snarled blindly in pain as the wound on her back began to ooze with crimson blood. Knowing that with his scheme of attacking she would not be able to get any of her own moves to fight back in, she snarled and snapped at the air and suddenly took off into the misting undergrowth, her long legs carrying her smoothly and swiftly over the paw trodden paths. Anywhere...everywhere she could go she would - just to rid ehrself of the balkar. But without him...she wouldn't be able to escape the prison which was his home. If the blasted varg had jsut been civil enough to help her out of his territory then she wouldn't have to be teasing him and talking of his Dragga in an ill fashion.
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