Loss of a Balkar

[Scar]

OOC: Hurray you finally got rid of him, like you care

IC:
The wind in the carpathain(SP?) mountains blew with a subtle sorrowful undertones, death was in the Air, lurking around the great mountain range.
Scar walked the lonely paths that many Balkar Brothers had walked before, though that mattered little now, in fact it mattered not at all, Scar was coming to do something else, entrily different to what the others had done years ago.
He had come to lay himself to eternal slumber, his life had taken its toll on him greatly, physically and mentally, the once feirce and proud wolf, battle torn from his younger days could no longer do battle, that is why he stuck to the shadows.

He boasted for what it was worth of battle and how great he was, but within his heart he knew he had become The Fallen, nothing but a shadow of his former self, a role he had placed upon himself, he hadnt been able to fight since he joined the Balkar, he thought proving himself would be a way to retain his once feared status, in fact he was wrong, very wrong.

Now he looked down from atop the great mountain range, standing alone in the sombre wind,the air cold and moist, as Scar took his final look, with a simple action, Scar whiped his head up into the air and let out a deathly cry of sorrow that made no one stand still or remain silent, infact he was sure no one heard it, or even cared.
with a mighty pounce Scar lept from the mountain range and fell to his death with a sickening thud a unison of Flesh and floor.
Scar the Fallen was dead.

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]((Well you're gone...so i can't exactly bring you back. But what a loss of a Balakr *sighs*))

*Leoh was up within the mountain tracking a herd of mountain sheep when the cry of his fellow Balakr reached his auds, but by the time he had loped to the edge of the sheer cliff edge his heart stopped as the sickening thud of a fallen wolf then reached his perked auds, making him growl and frown with a slight emotion of anger and sadness.
A Balkar had gone to waste...rotted in their prime...and then threw themself from the top of a mountain's cliff. Could there be an end to death and sadness within the land of Transylvania? He thought not...
With a deep growl he let out his own deep howl for Scar..the one now lost to death's own creation.
"Sleep well friend...and let the jaws of Wolfbane carry you to our safe haven.."*[/glow]

[Scar]

(ooC: i was gonna leave for good, but i erm....wanna come back...Ill make this work *ponders*)

Scar looked battered and bruised as he walked through the vast mountain range, alone and tired, this Wolf had proved a challenge but the sheer audacity from Scar he seen this challenger away from the boarders of the Balakar's land.

Blood dripped fresh from wounds, leaving a scarlet trail behind him, any prying eyes or indeed prying nose's could of spotted him, whilst his life blood leaked away, walking after this stupid Kerl.

He had relentlessly taunted him from the shadows, Scars poisonous words coursed through the Kerl's veins and utterly degreaded the once bouncy spring in its step, to one of total fear, its thought eroding away from those of sanity to the the mists of insanity, the mists that Scar knew as all to familiar.
He knew how a crazy wolf thought, he knew because he was one, he had walked its path and now he had changed course and all for the better, this battle had taught him much about himself, seeing the Wolf acting foolishly, indeed acting like himself, Scar found it within his own limits to change himself, starting with the Death of this wolf, a Wolf who he now saw as his former self, he was laying it to rest.

He took on the wolf head on, teeth, claw's and fur flying with reckless abadon, ntohing was stopping these two warriors, the Balkar was coming out on top, no wolf could deny the power of the Balakr heritage, but still the wolf found few flaw's with Scar's battle technique, but Scar's allready old and war worn form was easily cut, Scar powerful jaw's finally clamped around a weak spot on this wolf, which instantly gave flight, until it took a running jump unto it's death, Scar followed it, and saw Leoh stood alone on the pinnicle that the now deceased lupine had jumped from, hearing the slight prayer from Leoh, he lowered his head from the first and spoke

He is not worthy of such a Prayer Mighty First

And then Scar's wounds finally took hold of him as he slipped into a deep black unconciousness

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*The voice of the wolf he howled for suddenly emitted from a silenyt form by his side and Leoh swung his head in fright of being caught off gaurd. Snarling deffensively he then stopped and looked in disbeleif at Scar who stood before his very eyes. Then who..?
Just then the ebon male collapsed before Leoh's paws into a pit of darkness. For several seconds he stood there, dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of a deceased wolf and frowned deeply, growling with his gruff vocals before stepping forward and craning his neck to scent the blood stained fur.
Scar was still alive, but his wounds were deep and his bloodloss was costly. Leoh growled angrily and opened his jaws, taking hold of the larger male's scruff tightly he began to drag his still breathing corse across the rouged mountain terrain, his muscles straining with the weight, however still he tugged and pulled - he would not let a Balakr go to waste at the expense of unknown reason for the ravens and crows to get their fair share of his guilty life.*[/glow]