Anarchy -Ziev Only-

[- Lestat -]

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Midnight was fully atop the Balkar terrains it seemed. For moonlight spilled over the treetops relentlessly, causing ghostly light upon its sleeping components. Yet while these Balkar beasts slept dreams of gruesome and horrible, a shadow swept coldly over the territories boundaries.

He was seeking. He was searching. And for days he would not stop. With fur colored as dark as the night, his form was untraceable in the shadows he walked within. And with optics like flames, he seemed truly ghostly- a walking plague of death atop this land.

As eyes searched, and paws stalked silently over this dead horizon, his voice purred coldly into the nights air. "Aw, such a comfortable little place," spat Lestat darkly, mocking the pack land he stood upon. "Oh, yes," he breathed, letting an icy chuckle leave his coal-tainted maw. "I could get used to this surrounding very much so..."

Halting near the edge of the tree-line, he lifted his muzzle briefly into the atmosphere. A stirring scent could be found- Ziev no doubt? Grinning with malice, he continued in his directions- seeking no company, nor detection. He was ready to face this Ziev alone- since birth he was trained to do so- and now the time had come.

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[Captain Z]

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A cold rush of air swept through the hollowed trees and wilted willows that robbed the once fertile land of all its light. Rare it was that a single ray of the sun or the moon ever meet the floor of these lands. The soil grew solid, and rock like, baring no vegitation, and any poor little creature that wandered here in search of the smallest leaf of emerald, found the most cold and ruthless putnar beyond the carpathian grid.

Low lying mists drifted through out the wood, the forest floor barely visible through the thick suspended water. Breaks of moon sifted past cracks between the deceased wooded region where one never slept at night. Cold blue eyes lay awake, motionless in the shadows of a dying willow. Rays of the tor never did reach his long and slender coat of black and midnight grey, as they swayed back and forth between the tree line.

Water dripped from a sinking branch, as it echoed off the field of hollow wood, yet a scent pass with the wind to amuse his ruthless intrests. Rising to all fours, he treaded forward, his darker pelt blending well with the shadows and the few greens off the dying branches. Through a hollow, lie a much smaller wolf than himself. The cub seemed motionless...waiting it seemed. Yet to the bearer of cold blue eyes that watched, it was just a mere helpless herla that wondered beyond and far off its own lands. " Why never do cubs listen to what the old and weak tell them?"

Ziev had recalled that the last cub that stood forth in the territory of his wolf, was captured and tortured at free will under the orders of himself and the first. A pathetic rescue attempt was made by a wolf would could merely stand straight for she feared for her life. It would be soon, that scent of this newcomer before him would reach the nostrals of the wolf under his command. Then, "Tor help this wolf come to common sense. The runts will never learn."...[/glow]

[- Lestat -]

Bad post- sorry =[
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A dark, and dangerous smile dragged itself over the ebony male's facade; glaring optics of fire fixed on the blended form before him. "Oh," he purred, a mocking sensation within his voice, "I did not realize one was awake at this hour," He smirked, shaking his head. Flicking his tassel, he thought briefly about how and why he was trying to get into the Balkar again? He did not understand his teachers methods that well, yet followed them none the less.

Lifting his head high, his optics bore hard into the skull of Ziev, as though wanting to read his thoughts with glee. Oh, how I could taunt so many wolves by possessing thought powers?. Chuckling icily at his mind's own words, he again returned attention to the older male.

Strength and height towered both of Lestat's own, yet for a cub, he was the strongest and tallest to come across. Not to mention, one of the most sadistic. Letting a dark, slicing smile curve over his lips- he spoke; his tone sharp with charisma and charm; a settlement of icy flashing forming in his optics as well. "You, I believe, are Ziev. Second of the Balkar- leader of the Wenthran territory..." He purred, showing little respect in his choice of words, "And, being so you're not totally dumb-founded by my appearance in your lands, I am Lestat."

Pausing, his eyes sparkled dangerously, a laughter forming within them. "I have a proposition for you," he continued, taking no notes of what Ziev may think or appear to look like right now; he was too busy nailing his welcome mat, and den down. Smiling, he held a strong gaze at the form of Ziev. "You can search high and low," he growled, now treading proudly over the terrain; silent as he did so. "Yet, you will never find another like me," His words were very truthful- despite their icy tone. "I am strong. I am swift. I am tall. And, maybe you do not see it now, being that I am merely just a cub to you- but I could be the Balkar's greatest achievement," Smirking, he watched steadily- not even shivering as a breeze caught him by surprise. He just stood, as still as the stone castle's structure, and waited in silence. With orbs glaring to the horizon, staring right through Ziev, he waited and waited- for the outcome to be successful.

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[Captain Z]

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Spilling moon light sifted through the trees, falling as a small stripe along the left optic of the second of the balkar, as he slowly stepped forward to see the mere cub at his forepaws. An frigid blue gaze alit by the light fell on to this wolf, one that had a solid mind and way behind it. It showed, that this runt hadnt been taught much. Who to deal with, and how to deal. Ziev wasnt one to negotiate with, and rarily did he settle for terms more than his own. He knew that, his wolf knew that, and the packs knew that. Somewhere in there, it had missed this little cub.

A silent smirk lit ivory across his maw, slightly amused in the mismannered wolf. He had seen many like this one. Cocky, and Stupid. Thinking that charm made one impressed, that talking, its negotiation. The rules change between packs. He would make that clear to this wolf, before ever again did he speak. " Whoever did raise such a misfitted and foolish wolf such as yourself." He snarled, padding slightly to the left. " You've done enough talking mutt. Now you will listen. Someone failed to teach you something. "

Onyx claws clicked as he padded to the side of the wolf to see in amusement just exactly what this wolf made himself to be. " The second the scent of the crimson blood of your form hits the air, these pair of sapphire wont be the only to fall in view of your form. Ruthless and cold claws lie beyond the tree line. And never do I turn them away from amusement like you. Am I making myself clear?"

" It is true, that I am the second. Yet do not think you know me well. Time and again, I have seen weak little cub like you cross these borders thinking that where sun never falls, is a great place to play. Never will these lands become a playground for cub like you. " He said coldly to the wolf, his claws scraping the solid and rock hard surface of the floor.

"Secondly, never do I accept terms, nor offer them. What reasons do I have to spare a life? None. Simple as that. And lastly, I do not care if I will ever see a wolf such as yourself. The wolf that you meet here, are not bred, and welcomed with open arms. They are chosen, trialed and tested. They are their own warrior, and they give their own orders. To spare a wolf such as yourself is a decision they make. They have no hearts, no soul. Yet what lies in their blood, I will see, without ever having to make a second glance. Wolfbane."[/b]

" Your a mere cub to me. Since I feel so....Generous, I will give you such a chance, you turn around, and return pass these lands. And should you choose to be foolish enough to breach, or stand infront of me, I will be forced to make a use for you, which I promise you, will be bitterly painful to you and who ever did care for you."[/color][/glow]

[- Lestat -]

VERY VERY BAD POST! [glow=black,2,300]

His lips curled angrily, claws digging deep into the ground. He knew not to challenge this Ziev as of yet, let him watch you, figure out your mind. The words pelted inside his mind caused him to calm somewhat down- yet still the image of tearing this male limb from limb was ever so pleasurable to the mind.

"So," he purred, staring right through those eyes like windows; not a care in the world. "You want me to turn around, and-" he paused, chuckling coldly, and shaking his head, "-and forget this whole conversation?" He smirked, his mind continuing the sentence he so desperately wanted to use. Never.

"Yet," he continued; eyes flickering icily as he spoke. "I must say, harming my teacher is not going to happen. For I was taught by the varg beyond this," he paused, looking around in disgust, "valley... Wolves you'd never dream of finding here. Brutal, merciless... and dare I say it, more capable of killing all of this pack in minutes." He hesitated, optics looking over the form of the Second briefly.

"My alliance with them is iron-clad." He purred, loving each moment of this so far. "And, if I don't get what I want- they wont be too happy... and I'd rather just..." He paused, a sly, and dark smile stealing his lips once more. "...Just join and settle it now.. " He smiled, shifting his form slightly. "Let me join; or I will have no choice but to call your deaths early... Oh, and to make it easier for you- I'll place myself in Wenthran, under your watchful eye. And, with no doubts, make you proud in the days to come- that is if you would like another Lacon within its boundries..."

His optics flashed dangerously, "...That is obviously... if you can take the idea of me handing you your First command post on a silver plate..."

Smiling cruelly, the light began to creep up over the horizon. Dawn was hastily coming to the lands. "Well?" he purred, "What are your... thoughts?"

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[Captain Z]

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//Hey you, its been awhile, but I'm still alive, and nothings changed. \\

Along low lying channels of wood, condensation lifted and rested along the toxic branches of an evergreen tree, one of the only trees, in which a lust green colour still strived with life, in the absence of sunlight, having yet to touch the infertile solid floor of the lands in which the rules of the authoritarian rule, and will remain in place, untill death comes to the sovreign.

" Do you think you are the first to offer such terms? I am beginning to feel that I have met your...leader before. Many, bold and swift wolf have stood at this door step to the underworld. Wolf that may have proven stronger than my own. Though, I do not regret decisions that I make, orders I give. Never. My first word is final Sikla. I have no need for skin and bone. My lines are where they need to be, regardless of opportunity and useless scam you may present to me. "

" I do not dream, wolf. I do not even rethink. Yet, I hold my promise true. I will find a need for such a weakling of a corrupt mind. Perhaps my wolf shall make a chew toy, or a little hide and seek in these desolated lands of toxin rivers. Though, since, you have not come here at your own will, you will recieve three moments to fade back across the borders, before you never see them again. I care not to hear anymore from you. I stand firm on my call. You have three moments wolf. One..."

Stepping back, he turned to face the acid waters falling slowly from the tips of the sole evergreen, its waters, a cold, but strong burning as it travelled across the soft pink protected by a baracade of ivory. Claws at his forepaws, anxiously slid across the rock floor, the thought of a helpless prey lost within the lands of the balkar, brought brutal thoughts to his mind, as if he cared. It would be mere amusement to see final plea for mercy enraged in the amber eyes of the cub, reflecting on the solid ice blue of his own. No death will inflict mercy for his actions. For wolfbane never worries.[/glow]