Scarring Issues (for all the Balkar)

[Bila]

The night air pressed through the trees, pressing the snow together and warding off all the Lera. The temperature dropped rapidly in the night and the sensible huddled up as the tension began to grow as the storm built up with menacing clouds lost in the blackness. But the air was fresh with the smell of snow, and all buried deeper into the warmth of ground and tree to settle away and out last the blizzard. The only living Lera were three slender shapes, one towering above the other two. They ran in a crouch, especially the ones running like a guard at each side of the black wolf in the middle. Two of them had such dark pelts they were only an outline with the hungry dark, only their soulful eyes glittering through the thick trees. The third stood out more, and only a single, impatient, and wary eye glowed green yellow. Their light steps were barely a rustle, but the animals hidden away new the presence of an even darker shadow, and shivering, they tried to close their ears and breath through their mouths. The three wolves weren’t hunting, they were traveling.

Bila had been to the Balkar dens once before, and she remembered the path well enough to not waste time trying to find it. Her ears were cocked forward, listening to the dark while sniffing the biting breeze. The damp smell of snow came, and so did the dank odor of Balkar. She began to trot more rapidly, but she kept her eye on Scar distrustfully. She didn’t like him, and she knew he would be in trouble for walking on List lands and threatening the cubs. Bila would have gladly killed him, but she would rather wait for Leohlic to reprove him. Scar did not seem to realize that Leohlic did care for List Pack, and that he missed it. The trees began to thin, and she knew that the clearing was coming closer. She tensed her body, still nervous of the Balkar, but she knew they wouldn’t be able to hurt her and Black Aspen if Leohlic was there.

Stopping close to the clearing she began to sniff the air, and was satisfied that some Balkar were there. Now Scar would be made a fool in front of all of them. Softly, she nodded her head to the quiet Black Aspen, and then stepped into the clearing. Her fear made her raise her head proudly as she tried to push it back. Then with a raised voice, she shouted out to the sleeping males. “Leohlic, it is Bila!” She didn’t know how he would like her summoning him, but it was urgent, and if he liked it or not, she was his equal.

[Scar]

Scar stood in the middle of the wolves escorting him into his own lands, he showed no shame, and no regrets and held his head up high for all to see.
He wasnt scared, Scar was never scared, Worried but never scared, Fear was not a feeling Scar often felt, especially when he believes that he is right.

Bila had summoned for Leoh, Scar stood and looked around as Curious eyes peered from the sidelines and wondered at what the Dragga of List wanted in the lands of the Balkar, obviously it was something to do with Scar, but nobody was too sure.
Scars Body language made out him out to be proud as if he was a hero, yet the body language of the others was that of fear, and ready pounce on this troublesome Varg.

Scar rolled his head back and let out a howl that echoed across the canopys of trees, birds fluttered away squaking and flapping noisley as they went, then nothing but silence remained.
Scar looked ever pleased with himself, his grin spread across his face as ever

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*The wind bit threw Leoh's thick, crimson pelt, but he merely ignored it as he lay curled on top of Tamra's once so proud rock - he never understood why he took over the boulder, but it filled an empty space and showed his authority over the pack.
Through the bitterness the proud and true voice of Bila snapped his auds erect and he lifted his head, growling deeply before leaping off the boulder to pass through the mist into the clearing where the three stood, the proud howl os Scar's subsiding as the First came into view.
The news of happenings going on in List had not yet reached Leoh's ears and he cocked his head to Bila who towered over his smaller but sturdier form. He frowned and looked from Scar's proud face to Bila's angered one and let his tail rise, hackles standing on end.
"Yes?"
His voice was deep and hoarse as he shouted over the biting winds, burning ember orbs spitting like fire as he was beginning to get irritated...what had the fool done?*[/glow]

[Baleful]

[glow=navy,2,300]A smaller version of the red First raised his muzzle. His bronze and silver optics eyed the newcomers warily, until he spotted Bila, his aunt. His heart leaped, but fell when he saw Scar, the wolf they seemed to be escorting. His eyes began to burn slightly, melting the silver and bronze inthem even more. He rose to half stand, and walked foward as close as he dared, watching. He smelled blood, on one side or the other. He was still smaller then all the rest, but one only had too look at his father, and see how he fought, to know that size truely did not matter.

The younger wolf had all the fiercness of his father, coupled with the intelligence of both mother and father. But he still had little expirence.. But that wouldn't slow him up. Violence was in the air, and Bale waited, watching warily, but he couldn't help but try to catch Bila's eye, trying to share his pride about becomeing Balkar. He tilted his head back, and wondered if his brother would come... but knowing Fern, the wolf would be here in an instant. The pair had grown mildly closer, and Bale prayed to whatever God might be that they could eventually be friendly. Fern was a hell of a fighter; Bale knew this well; he bore at least one small gash still from a fight with his brother. [/glow]

[Fernlick]

[glow=red,9,000]Steadily the black wolf’s side rose up and down in slow breathing. His big black auds twitched in his sleep, and his tail was curled around his legs, tucked into his stomach to keep warm. Next to him was a larger, red black wolf, the two companions heating each other in the freezing night. A voice broke the silence, and Fernlick jumped up, his pink eyes snapping, his fur bristling and his teeth showing. Three figures were walking in the night, and the one of the lightest pelt coloring had spoken to Leohlic. The voice was strangely familiar, and as Leohlic alighted from the tall rock, Fern’s fur began to flatten down to his back. He looked to Bale, but his brother had slipped away, and glancing up he saw him staring at the three. Silently, feeling the pressure in the air, he stalked to his brother’s side and, his head low to the ground, his shoulder blades sticking in the air, he peered at them.

Whatever was happening was no battle, and Fernlick saw Scar, a cocky member of the Balkar looking proud as he stood between two she-vargs. His teeth began to show as he stared at the strange Black one, and his lips curled into the beginnings of a snarl. His eyes turned distastefully to the tallest figure and the snarl died from his black maw. The proud form was that of Aunt Bila, and in happy surprise he pushed against Bale’s flank. He hadn’t seen Bila since he was just a cub living on the territory of List, and now here she was on the Balkar lands. He grinned in delight, but the true atmosphere of the moment brimmed on him, and he immediately started to become grim, but his eyes glittered curiously. What had gotten Scar in so much trouble to be taken prisoner to his own home he wondered. Had he stalked onto List without permission, or had he just insulted the rash delta. Shato came to his mind as he thought of List, and sadly he wished she had come instead of the black fae. He did not know of Shato’s untimely death, for it seemed as if his father had been avoiding him and his pink occules. Fernlick missed the white and black Varg, and he promised himself to go visit there as soon as the dawn came.
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[Damien]

A focused gaze steadily lead the ebon golden wolf of List through the daytime shadows on the same path Bila was taking. Head low in a stalk like trot, eyes never straying from the unfamiliar landscape. Her auditoriums occasionally swept back to reassure that the Fire Drappa was by her side. Body language read a tranquil ferocity while escorting the blacken Night Hunter.

Her head lifted in an alert fashion registering the halt of Bila’s soft footfalls. Jade optics examined the clearing and from never entering the Balkar lands before it sparked a curiosity inside. She stood rather tall now but never above that of the Alpha’s respective height, her tail twisted with a deviant excitement for the beating that Bila whispered would fall upon Scar. A nod from the Drappa forced a sly smirk across black lips and she watched her take step into the clearing. A pulse of distrust within the Balkar fueled a protective like feeling in Aspen; she crouched low as her plume stiffened to a parallel position. A flowingly smooth motion advanced her paw a step forward. She was ready to fight for the only one she had trusted in the beginning. But she kept still now, Bila looked as if she was comfortable with the situation.

Leohlic’s gruff vocals signified to the other Balkar that strangers were in their midst. Many new faces phased in from the shadow. Two of them being young wolves that, unnoticeable to Aspen, resembled the First. Stout and brief in size, the Balkan Alpha wasn’t at all what the black fae had imagined. Auds pressed forward with interest as her mind computer that if- with his small size he was first, then there must be something great dwelling inside him.