The Assembly Point

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]((Is that other thread for those who wish to join the Balkar Tamra? If it ain't and that's the meeting place, then just delete this!))

*The forest was thick with life and vegetation, however within the depths of winter storms and foggy nights, the place was almsot empty with the exception of those who stayed behind to endure such miserable weathering. However the wide spread territory of the Balkar was that of a desolate and tretcherous place even within the height of summer - it was dangerous land to cross upon...

Deep within the Nighthunter's heart and land there lay one of the largest clearings, a great protruding and weather worn rock reaching high above the ground, it's black and grey shell like that of a great whales, breaching within it's own green, grassed ocean.
Laying sprawled across the top, his legs hung over limply and casually as his held was held high in a dominant and satisfied fashion, sat the First of teh Balkar; Tamra.
Below the great leader and killer, first of all Varg and Putnar, curled under the shadows of not only the great throne but his own mind, memories and past; The Second of the Balkar - Leohlic.

Spread around two powerful vargs there lay the pack - the great pack of the Balkar. This was the Meeting Place, where they could eat, rest...and even plot.

((So please come here and psot so we know who is active and also..this is like a den. So it's light RPing ))[/glow]

[Serg]

Serg slipped through the lazing and sleeping forms of his fellow Balkar to find a space to sit for once. threading his way through the maze of bodies he strangely found a nice place in the elongated shadow of the rock and lay down quietly in it. his black tail curled about his haunches as he sat, and his burning amber eyes glaring out from within the dark shadow of his coal black pelt.

[Baleful]

[glow=red,2,300]A wolf, young, lean and strong dared to set a paw into these cold lands. Death was king here, and death was it's purpose. The red furred wolf looked as a smaller version of the former Second, now promoted to the rank of First of the Balkar, and walked with the same pride.

The red and black wolf looked about, eyes seeking a familer face. He had traveled, a long, far too long of a time, just to get here, through water and starvation. He tilted his head back and gave a call, asking the question simply. "Where is the wolf who is First?" [/glow]

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*No longer did the great ebon male known as the First, or Tamra as those who new him formaly, lay aloft the great throne of the Balkar, the first of the Putnar. Now that spot lay empty, a mere perch for the ravens and crows that seeked a better bed than the unsteady branches of bare trees.
A howl caught the now forever erect ears of the new First who still lay underthe shadows of his King's mighty throne and his head lifted to see the one he had sired out on the edge of the clearing. Leoh growled deeply and hesitantly before snarling in rage and pain as a great, sharp pang hit his lower gut and he began to writhe in pain.
It was the memory...the duplicate of himself stood but a few metres away from where he lay in pain - it reminded the crimson varg not only of who he was...but who the youth was mothered by - Shato.
Oh dear Shato...how could you leave in such a way? leave not only myself but our cubs... he thought bitterly in his shadowed mind as he slowly got to his now trembling legs that were merely stumps to some of the larger males that lay around him.
Walking out into the opening he straightened up and growled deeply, sitting back onto his haunches and gazing around before pushing his cranium forward and opening his maw to let his own mono note play across the land...calling his son to his side where he woudl find famliy...a family he never thought to have..*[/glow]

[Fernlick]

[glow=red,9,000]Like a dancing shadow he frisked through the snow, inelegant, young, and fierce. His small body dashed through the snow that had not hardened yet, making it spray around him in white waves. He would come to an abrupt stop and claw the air, biting with ferocity, his pink occules dancing with blissful fun. He chased his tail as if it were another Varg, and practiced his snarling. He boxed the air as if an enemy was there, then he stood, panting in the snow, his small body heaving up and down.

Fernlick had finally made it to the Balkar where his father accepted him and he could fight and be the killer he wanted to be. He did not think about ruff training to come, and the pang he would feel for Gryffin and Shatocwnn. He missed his tri colored sister and his black and white Mother so much that his heart ached, but he never said anything to Leoh, his Father, because he didn’t want the small male to think the youngster was weak. He did not know that Shato was now residing in Fenris’s forest, or that he would never see her again. He didn’t know if he sniffed the cold Zephyrus he could catch her scent, or if he lapped the freezing water he could taste her fur, or that if he looked at pink flowers on a spring day that he could see her eyes, looking back at him with the love of a Mother.

He found living with only males different and strange, and he never asked anyone to play fight with him, but did it on his own. He didn’t want to be the cub of the Balkar, helpless and playful, not worth any ones time. So he played alone, putting away his grief for Bale. He had never gotten along with his Brother as well as with Gryffin, and he loved her much more, but his untimely death still gave the young adult nightmares, and he would feel pain when he thought of their last words.

His tail drooped and dejectedly, he headed towards the assembly point where he saw his Father and Serg, a mysterious Varg who seemed to have no interest in Fernlick. The wolf couldn’t help but admire his steely personality, but he kept it to himself and treated the ebon wolf coolly. He had to stop his tail from wagging as he saw his father, and instead he sat by himself in the center, wishing he were in List. Movement caught his eye, and there was Bale, back from the dead.
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[Serg]

Serg licked his maw cautiously. carefully and silently observing the doings of the other Balkar. cast in shadow he sometimes felt that he blended in so well no one could see him. which was a nice feeling at times. not to exist, not to have to trouble with other living, breathing vargs and jsut sitting, quite content, with your own thoughts and memories.

seeing a young Balkar, tail lowered and looking dejected as he travelled towards the center of the assembly point to sit by himself. everyone else seemed to be talking to someone. and it occured to Serg, he had never had a proper talk with another varg for too long.

slowly he picked himself up from the soft and comfortable earth and made his way over. maybe this wolf would not want to talk to him. and if he didnt, Serg could jsut go back to the shadows. he stopped a little away from Fernlick, and nodded slightly in greeting.

[Baleful]

[glow=red,2,300]Bale's head raised, and in his eyes a brief flash of recongition. It was his father's call. The young wolf felt his heart leap and fall. It was truely the end of his childhood now. Of course... the day Fern had left Bale to the river was the true end of it.

Bale padded across the clearing to his father, his eyes burning with pride and happiness. He spotted , just out of the corner of his eye,Fernlick. Bale looked at him, and actually smiled. "Fern." he said happily. "You made it too." Bitter anger was pushed back, and Bale tried to belive that all that had happened had been a mistake. He was thankful, indeed, that he had a brother at all. He turned and went to his father, and bowed his head in respect to the big wolf before him. "Fath-...sir." he said, his entire body straining to look respectful.[/glow]

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh watched as after jsut hearing one son's howl, he observed the other emerging playfully from the vegetation whcih surrounded the clearing. His auds perked forward in surprise, he had never expected the arrival of both sons at the same time...but still not together.
Staring towards Fern Leoh was suddenly snapped back to reality as he swiftly turned his head back to Bale who was now bowing respectfully before his father..his Dragga.
The words Bale had spoken to Fern forced Leoh to sigh with relief, for finally Bale had listened to his words. He had finally stopped his puppy gimmicks and learnt to respect his brother, and Leoh hoped Fern had been taught the same.
A wry grin spread across his white rimmed maw as he watched the minature version of himself bowing before, himself! It felt ironic and yet so natural to him - it was naturally the course most wolves went through in life any other way.
"Welcome home Baleful. It is a greta pleassure in seeing you once more. And your brother.."
He looked up towards Fern and suddenly his pupils dilated. Those eyes...that pelt...oh how terribly they reminded him of her.
Leoh snarled madly in pain as he lurched forward and bounded over his son Bale and through the pack, the pain deep within his gut driving him on. The agony...it was excriciating! How could anyone lead a life of relaxation and power with such a fear haunting the First all day...and all night?
As he escaped through the clearing deep into the thick undergrowth he continued to run on blindly, snarling and growling in disasterous pain. Eventually he could power up no more energy and threw himself into a thicket where he lay curled in a tight ball, still sparks would recide until they eventually stopped, leaving the crimson male gasping for breathe as his fiery orbs pulsed, staring into nothingness with nothing but memories to seek peace..*

((Sorry about the departure guys...keep RPing around my sudden freak out! >.< ))[/glow]

[Fernlick]

[glow=red,9,000]His black body tinged in steel gray strained against an invisible harness. The tension of all the sleepless nights was now unveiled from the shadows and out in the open. Baleful had not died in the river, and he had made it to the Balkar, their new home. Fern’s pink occules began to glitter as he sustained himself from running forth. He did not love Bale as much as Gryffin, but there he was.

His blackened auds swiveled to his father as he looked anxiously at the taller, older wolf, wondering what he would do. Leoh hadn’t seen Baleful in so long. But Leoh grinned, and Fern jumped up, his own maw turned up in the beginning of a smile, but his black tail was stiff. Always before Bale had been mad at Fern, and now the two competitive males would share a home.

The gaze of his father turned on him, and he looked up at him. Leoh stiffened, a mad look coming on his face. Fern thought he was going to attack, and he jumped backwards, his hackles raised defensively. His father jumped over Bale and ran through the bushes, leaving Fern staring after him helplessly, not noticing Serg in all the excitement.
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//Sorry it is so bad, I just need to get back in the swing of being Fern.//

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]((Keep posting you lot, i'm not in the area but you can keep posting!!))[/glow]

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*The pain began to subside and Leoh growled angrily with himself, the anger that was balled up deep inside him began to swell like a sore and he snarled bitterly, getting up form his position, wincing and snarling at the stabs that caught him sharply every now and then, and he made his way out of the thicket and back into the forest where he began to pratrol the boundaries...*[/glow]

[glow=blue,2,300]*The large form of the aged Fren made it's way from the thick undergrowth and began to plow through the snow of the clearing. His large body that was riddled with scars was dominant amongst the others and his hackles and tail were raised as he saw the First was no where in sight. His bones and joints ached with the chill and often they would crack as he moved - he had grown old and was reaching the end of his time...but still he trudged on in life, bowing down to a new Dragga just like the rest before and after himself.
He took a spot not far from the others, yet fr away enough that he could n't hear their murmers or whispers. He cared for none no more, and looking out across the group with his steely grey orbs he snarled bitterly, his already mangled muzzle looking now disfigured as it curled into a horrific image. He waited to see if the newest member of the Balkar would have followed...and he awaited to see the other's reactions, hoping to see some confrontation that would highly amuse his sense of humour..*[/glow]

[whitefang]

WhiteFang followed behind the aged wolf named fren he was unsure of where the older varg was leading him but he knew it would mean troble if he did not keep his anger down. When the older varg had finally settled down and was resting on the floor that WhiteFang looked around to where he had taken him.

WhiteFang turned his head and looked ahead of him he saw the 3 other balkar members. He also smelled the strong scent of the first's but there was something added to it that he did not like and trust. But he quickly got rid of the thought of something being wong with the first. WhiteFang turned back to fren and started to speak,

Why did you bring me here there's nothing important going on. And from what I see nothing to learn whats the reason you bring me here if there's nothing to do?

WhiteFang sat down and waited for the older vargs answer he knew he had been disrespectful but he also wanted to the answer was there something interesting going on here or what.

[Serg]

coal-black head turned as amber eyes spotted the aged Balkar leading the newest member of the Balkar in. Serg's curiosity perked, did Fren usually act as a chapero to the newest balkar? his lips curled and curiosity at a pitch he slowly threaded his way across the assembly point towards the both of them. maybe there was something of interest here to cure his rising boredom?

he growled a deep throated greeting to Fren and regarded Whitefang closely, unsure what to make of this new recruit yet. 'whats going on over here then?' he asked, the corners of his mouth almost pricking to the beginnings of a mischeivious grin.

[whitefang]

WhiteFang sat back and watches as the male varg came closer and speaks with the aged one. WhiteFang rowls slightly at the newcommer but held back from speaking. He lows his head as a sign of respect for the varg but when he was done and lifted his head back up he knew he had to say something.

Who are you and what do you want with fren varg? My name is WhiteFang and I am now part of your pack. If you are wondering why I'm with fren thats something you don't need to know so I or fren if he don't feel like it have too tell you. But seeing as I don't even know the answer myself why he brought me over to this lace you'll have to find out with him. Now will you answer what I have stated earlyer or not?

[Serg]

Serg's lips curled up in distaste and a growl issued from his maw, tail swished behind him in irritance. he never meant any offence to any fellow Balkar intentionally, but it annoyed him when others felt that they had to be so picky and insulting to others in their own pack. annoying other Free Vargs he could deal with, but not others on the same side. what was the point?

'like you just said, we're part of the same pack now, so no need to be so cocky' he snarled amber eyes burning into WhiteFang with intense annoyance. 'and am i suddenly not allowed to talk to a fellow balkar?' he growled with immediately dislike for this new varg. as far as he was concerned, he had done nothing to earn such a rude comment. maybe he had been a little too nosy, but if he had, what was the point in being so rude about it? and these past few suns Serg wasnt in the best of moods to put up with irritating vargs. since he couldnt spring for the once he so desperately wished to, any different varg annoying him was treading on eggshells.