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Post by Tamra on Jan 28, 2005 14:09:23 GMT -5
Even the world seemed resigned tonight, for the stars were shadowed by darkening clouds, and the wind howled its eerie depressive wail as it whipped about the trees of the dale. Occasionally, several raindrops would hurridly descend, catching the uncaring wolf on nose or back as he slowly limped his way towards the den.
On reaching the den, he glanced forlornly up at the great rock, noting Leohlic hidden beneath its shadowy deptsh, no doubt dreaming of a better day. His gaze moving across the idle wolves strewn about in a haphazard fashion, a pang of sorrow welled up in his soul.
The Balkar were his family. He could not fathom why he felt so compelled to leave them, yet deep down, he'd always known this bliss could not last forever. Already, just this morning, a young upstart from foreign lands had challenged the First, and though unknowing of his position, had fought dilengtly. Shaking his head, Tamra recalled the skirmish, recalled how the youth had gotten far too good a grip on his own neck, and how had it not been for his brother showing up out of nowhere, Tamra realised he may not have won. To go in such a way...no, he would not die like that.
And so here he stood, one of them, yet not anymore. Raising his head to the rock once more, he barked out a call for attention, reveling as the wolves shot to their feet out of pure instinct.
"My friends, nay, my brothers, I bare ill news. I am retiring as First of the Balkar. My wounds are severe, and need time to heal them, yet I cannot take such time and continue as your leader. With that in mind, I leave you now, knowing you will thrive under Leohlics leadership. Trust him, trust him as I have trusted him, and you will not fail. Remember me should you wish, but also remember your calling. Balkar you are, and Balkar you shall always be". Somehow the last sentence struck him as odd. Shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, Tamra padded away from the den for what he suspected would be the very last time.
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Post by Leohlic on Jan 30, 2005 13:01:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh's ears perked up as the deep, throaty growl of his Dragga, The First of the Balkar spoke, and he blinked sleepily, growling deeply as the chilling wind whipped under his rock and ruffled his thick red pelt.
Listening intently to the words that the gret varg spoke Leoh's heart began to accelarate and his ember orbs stared, transfixed on Tamra's maimed form. Often Tamra would get injured from brauls and tussels with other wolves...but never in Leoh's wildest dreams had he thought the day would come when the ebon First would give up his position...for him!
As Tamra began to limp away from teh den into the dark, surrounding forests, leoh growled and pulled himself to his short legs and ran after the first, catching up with him sharply and staring deep into his poison green orbs, confusion and anger filling leoh's own wildfire hues.
"Leaving?! You are leaving the Balkar now? in the midst of winter? Tamra, you can't. I could barely watch over List when Shato was absent...but that is not the reason i fret."
He leapt in front of his elder and stood far shorter but far healthier and with a bolder glare. he was hurt by Tamra's action to leave. Always he had hated to admit it, but Leoh had thought of the great male to have been more of a father figure than Dragga...but never had he, and never would he, say it out loud as tamra had said about him.
"Where will you go? Do you expect to leave these grounds and live with the Kerls and survive? You took me in and accepted me when no one else would. And now, as First of the Balkar, i demand you stay with us, at least till your wounds have healed and the winter begins to subside into Spring. "
The spark in Leoh's eyes began to die and a glazed film began to shroud them now, but never would those fires burn out till the day of his death - no emotion could kill his inner flames.
"Please Tamra...i beg of you." *[/glow]
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Eveline
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Post by Eveline on Jan 31, 2005 1:36:50 GMT -5
(OOC: i humbley beg your pardons for entering like this, request this to be deleted and it shall be done)
A small bark faded into that of a pitched whine as an ebon beige fae stood before the mass laying of Night Hunters. Fear stung at her insides like pangs of needles that blanketed her body, she had wandered in to far without announcing her presence before hand. Her two toned pillars looked as if they were about to collapse as they shaked and trembled under her weight. The fright that she felt was much worse by her fatigue and depression from the nights of travel she took to get here.
Serza seeked Tamra's counseling above all things in her life at the moment, recently had she found out of Kanis's death and it ravenged at her soul and mind. The fae remembered her meeting with the large First and how much he did remind her of the former Frence Dragga, he was calm and intelligent with age. The parasitic emotions fed off of her once joyous optimism as she lurched forward. Her maw quievered with silent speech while her vision blurred the image of Tamra's frame into the dark shadows of the surrounding forestry. Why was he leaving?
A beige paw slid across the earth, a whisper softly caressed the zephyr's, "First..." she formally addressed the charcoal male as her legs folded under her and she plunged to the ground. A thud marked the final part of her being hitting the floor and her chest heaved with each exasperating breath.
Was this the end?
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Post by Tamra on Jan 31, 2005 3:50:50 GMT -5
(ooc. Awww you guys! I never knew you cared! *sniffles*)
Though determined not to hang his head as he began trudging from his former lands, his gaze never the less dropped to the floor, forlornly tracing every pawprint engraved into its hard surface.
So many years ago he walked this path, though in another direction ofcourse, walking to take up the position he was no leaving. It was ironic, for the Balkar were as indifferent then as they were now, for only one felt any emotion at his departure. Leohlic.
As if he knew his thoughts were on Tamra's mind, he appeared, bristling and furious infront of the Former Firsts path.
"Leohlic, I have every faith in you and your ability to command this pack". He knew that was not what troubled Leohlic, and as the words ran across one another, he found himself smiling.
"I will go wherever may body may lead me. Yet you forget, my old friend, that I was Kerl long before I was Balkar. Though time has indeed passed, Kerl is a skill you never forget. Surviving in winter is second nature, like ripping out throats and savouring the blood. Winter is indeed subsiding, and I see no better time to leave". For some reason, the roles, despite the obvious age difference, seemed to have reversed, and it was now Leohlic who adopted the protective paternal role. Though the roles quickly switched again as he whispered those words Tamra never thought he'd hear.
They seemed vaguely natural, and for one heart stopping moment, Tamra felt himself succumbing to the plea. He realised then, that if he stayed, he would never leave, and despite his great love for the pack, he would not, could not die with them. If only to preserve Kera's memory, he would leave now.
"Leohlic, I must leave. If I don't now, I never will". Tilting his head fractionally to one side, his eyes darkened as memories pushed themselves to the front. Suddenly, they were gone, as if switched off like a light, and instead Tamra returned, gazing down upon the younger wolf.
"Ofcourse, with your Firstnesses permission-" His lips pulled back into a smile as he mock inclined his head, "-I will return soon?"
Leohlic never had time to answer, for a ebony beige faemme collapsed at their feet, whispering a title that Tamra no longer bore. Gazing down in horror, he realised who this varg was, knowing it was her protector he'd slaughtered only moons before. Taking a step back from the body, he looked to Leo, unchecked surprise visible in his eyes.
"Serza..."
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Post by Leohlic on Feb 1, 2005 13:08:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh frowned, growling deeply with the anger that bubbled under the surface of his skin. True, he was delighted and overwhelmed at becoming the First of the Balkar, it had been his life long dream! But it was a disaster for him to have lost the one wolf who had always been there for him...saw him through thick and thin - who had accepted Shatocwnn not as a faemme who would distract Leoh fro, his duties but as another being...another putnar and varg to be reconciled with.
Just as Leoh was about to reply to Leoh's comment, his head spun round to the black beige faemme who lay sprawled amongst the snow and he snarled fiercly, his hackles standing suddenly on end as his burning ember orbs fixated on the gasping and obviously distraught wolf.
But just then his looked to Tamra, the merciless anger wiped from his muzzle and eyes as the former First spoke her name. Serza? Who was this wolf?
"You know her?"
Before Tamra could reply Leoh swung back towards Serza, his orbs burning like wildfire as his glistening pallid canines prodtruded his lips.
"Who are you and why are you here?" *[/glow]
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Post by Tamra on Feb 2, 2005 4:17:24 GMT -5
Sudden guilt, a feeling so long unknown, washed over the greying varg like a tidal wave. He knew why she was here, he knew what answers she sought, but he could not fathom how he was going to tell her. Neither, he idly wondered, could he fathom how she could have reached the dens with no challenge...but that was no longer of his concern.
With Leoh's suprised and violently direct question, Tamra merely nodded his head, eyes still glued to the sickly faemme. She had not changed overly much since last they crossed paths, excpet, perhaps, for thinness and ill colour.
With monontone voice, Tamra answered Leoh's question in her stead, wishing to resolve this minor dispute before it could ever leave the ground. Eyes furrowing in question, he spoke,
"She is Serza, of the Nightdancer Pack. A pack not much unlike our own in their preference for nighttimes anyonimity". Deliberatley leaving off the information about her former guardian, his head swung slowly to Leoh, eyes still registering mild bewilderment. With them, he pleaded that Leoh not make a move against her, knowng all to well the protectiveness he felt for both pack and Tamra alike, and knowing to what lengths he would go to safeguard them.
Placing a paw forward, he winced as he transfered his weight on to it. Dropping his head down fractionally, he peered at Serza, curiosity in his expression.
"If it is the First you wish to speak to, then I shall be on my way, for I no longer hold authority within this pack".
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Post by Scar on Feb 4, 2005 14:10:27 GMT -5
Scar had been silently weaving the shadows the whole time, as if he mearly was the shadows themselves, he had heard the great statement of the reitiring of Tamra and felt an instant Tang of pain.
From the day he met him, a young pup ignorant to the world and its heirachal systems and what to have true power meant.
Through his pup eyes he saw a large and domaninering Wolf of great power, now he sees that in Tamra still but with edge of an infinite sorrow and resignation, stepping out of the shadows, becoming wolf born from the darkness, Scar approached Tamra
Today is a sad day for the Balkar, your loss is a mighty blow.
Should we meet again, ask of me anything you will, and i would be happy to oblige in assiting you with your request Tamra.
He looked at Leoh and the beige femme on the floor and ignored it inso far, the first could handle this no doubt, besides it wasnt his place nor was it his business.
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Post by Leohlic on Feb 5, 2005 7:23:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh turned to Tamra and saw the plead that was deep within his eyes and he growled deeply, frowning as he understood...but was torn between the will to protect his pack and to respect his elder.
With the name the First finally being layed apon him his stomach twisted, for it was a strange name to be dubbed...as it had been in his dreams since the beginnig of his abandonment and it had now became reality. It couldn't have been real - yet it was...
Truning his head to Serza his snarl grew ever larger as he took into authority of his place within the Balkar ranks, growling deeply as he stood over her, a great drop of his saliva dripped eerily down his pallid canine and onto her muzzle.
"What is it you wish to ask the First? Speak up now!"
He growled deeply. He would not harm her, Tamra wished it, and Leoh would abide. But he would threaten...it was the least he could do.
On the arrival of Scar, Leoh ignored it. He was speaking to Tamra, not himself, but if Scar thought to change his attitude towards Leoh now that he was First - the cub had another thing coming to him...Leoh would not be taken on lightly with anyone..*[/glow]
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Post by Eveline on Feb 5, 2005 12:29:36 GMT -5
A sickening sadness again swept through her by the mention of the Nightdancer pack. Yes she was apart of it but where had they all gone? Sadly she knew Zephyr had passed away but... the others. Her mind frantically searched for these answers on the side of being approached by the Balkar.
By First, the two toned fae truly meant that she needed to speak to Tamra, and upon his stern phrase that announced he had stepped down from the position her eyes broadened in bewilderment. Suddenly the red wolf stepped towards her, her heart pulsated wildly as his whole look struck a fright within her. Dribble transpired from his maw and slid through the air currents that wisped around silently. The warm siliva fell onto her muzzle with a light tap and Serza winced from the weak impact.
The current First now uttered to her his demand for what she wanted, an irritated tone seeming to mantle over his words as he spoke. There was a pause in the she-wolf, she was overwhelmed by so many things at the moment and it was truly hard for her to get points across. So Tamra was not the Lead Night Hunter any longer, she did not care, he was still the one she yearned to speak with.
Arching her neck she took sluggish steps until coming before the great charcoal figure. "It is you... i wish to speak to." She turned her head around to timidly glance at the others distress and tremors fatiging her body, she didn't want to talk in front of the others.
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Post by Tamra on Feb 5, 2005 13:25:59 GMT -5
Aware of shadow stalkers that threatened to pry on unheard conversations, Tamra turned to address he who had spoken, melting from his shadowed home.
"As I will for you, brother." He inclined his head, a genuine smile of comaradery lightening his countenance.
With an invisible wince, he watched the faemme and the First converse, pride resonating through his being for Leohlic, and his mannerisms, yet guilty for the fear he sparked in the faemmes eye. He'd liked Serza, since they first crossed paths, and would not wish terror or pain on her.
The silent words were bantered about, till finally she paced forward, a bold movement considering who watched her, despite silent promises that had passed between the two old friends.
Incling head to the side, Tamra nodded, eyes narrowed as he attempted to guage what conversation she desired. He suspected along which lines it would take, and only prayed that they would not turn for the worse.
Eyeing the silent plea for isolation, Tamra swung his scarred maw towards Leohlic, eyes begging privacy. It would be an act that Leohlic would not approve off, but Tamra relied on their friendship to seal the deal.
(K, I'm going away for a week, so won't be able to respond till Friday 11th  Cheerio!)
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