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Post by whitefang on Feb 15, 2005 17:16:41 GMT -5
WhiteFang studys the movement of the older varg. WhiteFang could tell right away that he had peeved the older varg off by looking in his eyes. But WhiteFang was far from caring about that. WhiteFang decided to speak up and tell him why he did it.
I can see it in your eyes that your mad varg when you have no reson to be with me. I paid my respects to you by bowing my head and then I spoke my mind there was no reason for you to get so fired up because of a few rude words from a young balkar.
WhiteFang gets up and shakes the dirt off his fur. When he's done he looks back at serg and starts talking agin.
Now all I did was ask you your name and what you wanted as you know not everyone can be trusted and since this is my first time seeing you around and all you should be able to understand why I don't trust you let. We may be in the same pack but the pack we are in is balkar where the wolves should not be trusted do lightly. Now you still have not answered who are you?
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Lheaht
Sikla
Nihtgenge of the Balkar
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Post by Lheaht on Feb 20, 2005 11:48:45 GMT -5
[glow=maroon,2,300]dusty dark grey pelt plunged into the shadows of the trees surrounding the assembly point, nose flled with the scents of his fellow Balkar as the silent Nihtgenge threaded his way through the trees towards the Assembly Point. dark brown eyes blinked and ears raised skywards as the sounds of argueing voices were heard. frown creased upon his forehead and a slight growl sounded from his silent throat. Balkar fighting balkar?
Lheaht emerged from the trees and saw Serg and another new member in a disagreement. lip curle dup in distaste. why was Serg argueing? it wasnt his style. busy tail twitched in interest but it wasnt like Lheaht to be nosy, instead he made his way to an unoocupied spot of grass and sat back slowly on his haunches. if anyone wanted to talk to him he would be sat right here.[/glow]
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Post by Leohlic on Feb 20, 2005 14:29:10 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]*Fren looked up at Serg as he made his way across to the two, he barely acknowleged WhiteFang as he followed in his tracks and sat by his side. It was often his luck that the newbie was attacked to his side for days to come after he had to teach them the ways of the Balkar's life...but normally they got bored of him once they saw what an old crank he really was. As the two started to bicker he frowned and flattened his ears in frustration and swung his head round to them both snarling angrily, grey eyes hardening as his head began to hurt with their pathetic voices. "Would you two pipe down? Wolfbane would have bitten your heads off long before i snapped with such pathetic squabling. Now WhiteFang, no need in feeling protective over me. I only brought you here because this is where the balkar relax and socialize. But if that's too difficult for you lot then why not go off into the shadows and wollow in your sorrow?" He growled deeply and glared at them before turning his head back round and laying it on his outsretched forelegs. He had little trouble with Serg, for he was a decent varg - but WhiteFang really needed to learn to keep his tounge trapped behind his teeth if he was to stay a member of the Balkar and not have his throat ripped out.*[/glow]
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Post by whitefang on Feb 27, 2005 9:19:43 GMT -5
WhiteFang grolwed a bit under his breath but held back from saying anything. Instead he looked at fren to see if they would be leaving anytime soon. When he saw not he layed down with his head in hi paws waiting for the wo older vargs to start talking. He did not fall asleep for he was still in balkar lands even though he was now a member he must never forget these wolves were dangerous and he could be in trouble if he was to make trouble with them.
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Post by Leohlic on Mar 7, 2005 13:53:31 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]*The large ebon males loped into the clearing, their large frames almost egual in size but still one was slightly shorter in height than the other. Zinc and Zyro were their dubbings and they were identicle in appearance. Many believed them to be brothers, however they were only partners in their dasterdly business. With poisonous green orbs they glanced across the Balkar's meeting place and saw several of their pack scattered here and there, some squabling and other's resting. They were both large in build and were often at the front line of an attack, however Zinc was often the more silent stalker that would stay hidden longer while Zyro attacked first for his stamina and strength was more accute - after all he was the larger of the two. The padded to the edge of the group and sat back on their haunches, growling deeply to one another of the new happenings in the pack.*[/glow]
((Stop slacking off guys - you don't need me to tell you what to do! Just go ahead and create threads together and interact...otherwise we'll become unactive, and i'm not willing for that to happen! ;D))
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