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Post by drake on Sept 30, 2005 12:22:05 GMT -5
What does it matter? My life has been no different here. It is still dark with pain, still full of hate, so what is the point to stay? For the reputation? To satisfy this craving for blood? What ever it may be I do not feel it any longer. This is not the life I need. A kerl is no better or worse.
That was what went through his mind as he sat there. Slouching, head hung and eyes closed. His face blank, not a bit of expression could be found on it. For he was lost, lost in his thoughts battling this one decision. The wolf's muzzle twitched slightly, finally his eyelids raising, baring two rings of yellow encircling black pupils, the left one dilated in a strange way. Still staring forward he got up, legs stiff and tail hanging down straight. He walked forward, each step seemed to be forced, almost as if it pained him. The pools of sunlight that patched the barren ground lit down on his ragged form. Like badly sewn seems scars shined under tufts of fur. The pale lines slicing his muzzle, one ear was torn off leaving only the ragged root. 'It is decided." He whispered, his voice hollow and more like a hiss than anything else. After these days of running with this pack he was ready, ready to say good ridence and LEAVE. Though he was never attached to the Balkar so he was not loosing anything there was one factor that bound him to the lands. The Oath. The Oath that all Night Hunters take, he had spoken it words to the Dragga, and now he had to deal with it. After debating the idea for moons the Varg had decided. Though he was tearing himself apart in the process. But there was one last thing that allowed him to pass on freely, the one thing that had broken past his barriers that shielded his feelings. Midnight.
With that a small smile cracked across his lips. He threw back his head and howled. His voice unwavering, suddenly strong and bold. Slowly it faded. 'I am coming.' He whispered under his breath. 'I am coming, Midnight.'
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Post by Captain Z on Sept 30, 2005 14:29:33 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] //Permission to intervine?\\
Early frost crawled along the solid floors of the territory most feared in the valley. Crystalized waters silently drained the last vegitation left of the forest, and seized the fallen needles of emerald, its everlasting colour seeped into the frozen lines of water, adding a poisonous taste to the crystallized treat.
Fenris arose to steal back the day, releasing the warming rays of life into the forests, as the crystallized poison retreated back to the frigid shadows. It was at this time of year, only this time, that the warmth of the light began to kiss the solid floor of the balkar. A dying hand of branches pleaded for the light, though, soon, winter would claim the life, of all and every living thing. If not winter, the Night Hunters were here to ensure atleast that.
Lifting his head from the frigid floor, a cold saphire glare tore through the daylight, as the second awakened. A slight snarl escaped, as he rose to all fours, feeling the sensation of the nights meal. His muscles slowly began to arrive and play, as the blood flow resumed from a nearly frozen rest. Moving slowly, he arrived at the edges of the river. Branches reached helplessly from the frozen waters, the leaves of emerald, turned crisp, and faded to a golden, and rusted maroon. Pressing his paw through the thin layer of ice, a series of trenches separed through the ice, echoing crackles sent aimlessly into the forest. Cool liquids fell into his throat, as he leaned forward, sipping the precious resource, found deep into the territory.
Though a sound caught the attention of the second, as he withdrew his maw from the river. The brush swayed, yet there was no wind. He turned his form his forepaw entering the shadows. A somewhat near howl followed, though it was a familiar one. It was somewhat of a break to the second, as he had grown sick of the youth of careless packs wandering into death. Stepping back out of the shadow, the clear ebony form of the night hunter appeared, and continued to move forward. Though he noticed he moved slowly, there was something different to his approach. Wispers sounded from the maw of the Night Hunter. It was then that Ziev broke the silence, in curiousity.
"Midnight?". A snarl fell from the maw of the second, though not a hostile one. Midnight had long passed, and Fenris had taken to the skies. The night wouldnt be near for long hours now. "So early, you've choosen to move toward the borders? Though I feel, that you've slipped out of line. You havn't been within these borders as much as any other comrade." Ziev smirked slightly, though a deadly suspicion began to float to his mind, something that fell very against an ethic of Ziev's few principles. " Care to share something, Drake?". He questioned, stepping forward, his long raven black claws sliding agaisnt the solid floor of the territory. [/glow]
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Post by drake on Sept 30, 2005 21:56:51 GMT -5
A deep snarl suddenly caught his attention, Drake turned, slowly to look at the ebony Varg standing behind him. Ziev. His hackles stirred and lips twitched as the Night Hunter repeated her name. A grow rumbled in his throat in response to the Dragga's words. Stepped out of line? The gray wolf scowled; 'There is no need to pester me with such words, I am no longer one of the Balkar.' He did not care to say whom Midnight was, especially the fact she was part of the Koran, one of the pack's worst enemies. However he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Drake shifted restlessly, tempted to take a step back, but forced himself to stand where he was. He stared boldly into the other's eyes, raising his head and tassel. For suddenly it did not matter to him if this Varg was bigger than him, or stronger. He was a Kerl now. However, he felt there seemed to be a possibility his leaving will not go peacefully. At least from how Ziev spoke. A chill trickled down his spine, flowing through his legs and down to his paws. Drake suddenly became aware he could see his own breath as it came from his mouth, steaming around his muzzle. Though he quickly bore his glare straight ahead once more, muscles tense and ready to spring into action if the Night Hunter attacked. The growl slowly bubbled up from his throat. Growing louder. //Sorry that it is so short! //
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Post by Serg on Oct 1, 2005 11:36:12 GMT -5
OOC: well i can't let you two have all the fun now can i? =P
the chill settled upon a coal-stained coat and the silent Balkar shook it off with a flourish. pacing through Balkar territory kept him warmer than his winter pelt could, and inside a part of him was smiling. cold weather, what he had been longing for all summer, here came clear thought and better judgement, not hot-headed anger and mis-judged situations that caused his blood to boil even more. most vargs enjoyed the hot weather, but Serg was rejoicing in the chill - well, as much as the First of the pack with the cruellest reputation in Transylvania was allowed to rejoice.
amber eyes flickered across the dreary scene painted before his mud-stained paws. most would find a chill creep down their spine at the sight, but Serg only felt exhilaration and deep pride. this was no evil sight. the mists and the broken branches and endless labyrinth of shadows made for the perfect place for an evil varg with a twisted mind to live. Serg licked his blackened maw carefully. he had two packs to worry about, an unplanned glitch in his carefulyl thought out future. Serg could almost laugh when he thought back to the arrogant youngster he had been oh so long ago. all he had dreamt of was succeeding in gaining a place in the ranks of the Balkar, perhaps rising in ranks to gain a little respect. but First? no, he hadnt been that ambitious. and Sarnes was totally unexpected. now things preyed on his mind like the fact that Sarnes had gained a new recruit, more trouble to train. and now he had a strange feeling that something else would occur to become foremost in his thoughts. although he had no idea what. was it something in the way the mists curled, he glanced up to the glowing disc of Fenris and laughed, the sun god had no power over the chill that raged below.
but his thoughts of how to train this new novice of Sarnes was shattered as a howl rang out over the mists. lips curled up to form a snarl, and slowly, he wound his way towards the sound. the call belonged to Drake, but Serg did not allow himself to speculate on the reasons for the call.
upon arriving on the scene Serg found Ziev was already there. smothering a smile he nodded curtly to his Second and eyed Drake carefully. 'well, well, what is going on here?' he queried, looking expectantly at Drake for an answer.
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Post by Captain Z on Oct 1, 2005 14:03:15 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] A twisted smile alit across the maw of the Second, his saphire glare falling off the golden counterpart of the smaller wolf before him. A slight chuckle escaped. He was somewhat suprised at the intentions, and the respect shown to himself, or lack of.
Had this been some no good pack of the valley. It wouldn't matter what lay beyond its borders. In fact the bright minded wolf could cross the borders without a second thought. Yet the minute you step out of order, you step out of line. The mind becomes corrupt, and begins thinking unlike the rest. And when you think by your own, you make mistakes. The second had seen this, time and time again. A wolf would leave the borders, and come back with disorriented perspective, come back with a less wisdom, come back, with a family. A family. With a family, your mind falls off track, you begin worrying about lives that mean nothing, and you turn against the wolf who have the same craving for blood, to save some worthless souls you found between the forests?
"Not a Balkar anymore? Ah, it's a shame." Ziev said, an angered mind concealed by a loose tempered sarcastic smile. He noticed the shady form of the First drifted toward the two with the shadows. He returned a slight nod, but quickly returned his eyes to meet the golden optics of drake.
His claws glided along the solid floor, a slight scratching sound made, to warn Drake not to act foolish, to make a break for the borders. He saw a little fear released from the wolf, his hackles lifting, although Ziev remained loose. "Then, before you go, Kerl..." He began sly, moving his raven black form between the borders and the refugee. "Tell me, what lies beyond these borders, that makes a world, so much better, than our own?" Ziev snarled, his temper a little more visible now. "For love is what kills the warrior. You havnt fallen for love with another pack or wolf have you? There is no resurrection for a traitor, only death, and death by my claws, for you know well our Oath, sikla." The clean ivory appeared from the maw of the second, his hostility craved the weak, especially the emotionally weak. "Wolfbane lives in death. Wolfbane lives within my fury."[/glow]
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