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Post by Alone & Darkshadow on Jun 29, 2005 11:29:19 GMT -5
A black varg was lit up in moonlight as he traveled upon the desolated plains. After he had been running from his daughter, he forlornly had left the Balkar...
He raised his muzzle, and let out into the midnight sky a splitting howl. With hope he wished for the Eadren Dragga to appear, the one who's pack he was in before. But either would do.
He then lowered his muzzle, and snarled. He sensed the ever forbidding sense, of being watched, 'Maybe it is my daughter,' he thought. If the Fae had been a brute when born, he would have taken her to the Balkar. To become truly strong, but already she was strong enough...
'Damn the laws of the Balkar,' he thought. Then scolded himself undauntedly, and said in a whisper, 'Speak not about Balkar like that. It would be treson...' He raised his carania, vocals vibrating in a snarl, and shook his fourm.
He howled again, this time it was showing his boldness, and strength. It was saying, 'I flee unwillingly from one strong, and powerful as Wolfbane. I see her to be my death, as it has been foretold. I do not seek a coward's life, and shall rise up with you, and smite my fortune!'
He howled what he meant, and meant that he would kill his daughter. If she followed him to the Balkar. But he preferred the odds with the Balkar, to assist if he were in great need...
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Post by Carcharoth on Jun 29, 2005 12:25:34 GMT -5
The night's darkness hid all lera and varg alike - but in the mists of the Balkar's unforgiving and haunting lands, shadows shifted like beings themselves - creating great confusion to those who new little of where they tred. Skin that hung loose around the underbelly heaved back and forth with the Balkar varg's movements, his large, dominant size making it clear his position as Head Lacan; a true fighter who killed with ease and grace. Ebon pelt shimmered under the odd beams of moonlight that managed to penetrate through the thick mist - creating a ghostly appearance to the land...a dream like vision.
Rose pink tongue lolled from the male's muzzle as it gaped open. The night was cool now, though the day had been deathly warm, and Carcharoth felt like little but death warmed up. He was not in a good mood - however the night's chill was slowly seeping through to his thick skin and cooling the charcoal flesh beneath the raven black pelt that grew on top. Ivory canines glistened with his milky orb as it stared blindly ahead, the other a poisonous green gazed before his hulking form - whislt a single aud aloft his head flexed back and forth, listening for distant and minor shuffles in the earth; he was hungry indeed.
The piercing shreek of a howl sounded above the tree's canopy and he slowed to a halt, testing the air with his sensetive nose before starting off on a new path, bounding over the thick brush and undergrowth. "I'm coming you impatient little whelp," he muttered angrily to himself as yet another howl sounded after the first. It took little time before Carch broke free from the tangled bracken and landed firmly to the right of the strange new varg, his pelt as black as his own brislted one. "Who are you to wander by our lands and call out you're pathetic cry for us to answer?" he snarled mercilessly, his bulk of a form clear now in size for power and true might. He was built for the kill...and no varg could stand in his path...none but a few selective members of this forest..
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Post by Alone & Darkshadow on Jun 29, 2005 15:44:15 GMT -5
The black varg bristled. He could see this was a high ranking member of the Balkar. But personaly, he didn't like being demanded of. 'I am who I wish to be, and who are you?' He said such in a insolent way, deliberately to test the varg's patiance. He was a strong Dragga himself, but saw the muscle on this other one. But he would use his speed to test first, which was more immense than any could handle.
His maw opened slowly, as if he were to snarl or shout something then only whispered, 'I am no whelp...' Although the other Dragga had been far away. This varg's hearing was quite as incredible, as his eyesight.
A howl came from the way he had came, and he snarled as he had befor. He knew it as the ritual howl at midnight, of his daughter. Howling out to say she was coming, and he hated it. It showed so much hate, and anger, and bitterness. It should be the howl he possesed in his own voacls...
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Post by Carcharoth on Jun 29, 2005 16:05:57 GMT -5
Carcharoth looked at the smaller varg and wrinkled his nose in disgust. This varg pushing his luck - and Carch knew his tactics...he would not follow in suit of such a pathetic little game which he was playing. Glaring at the smaller male, his emerald orb flashed with malice as his milky pool stared blindly ahead, as if something secret and mystical was hidden bhind it's pale, blind pupil. Growling deeply his single aud flexed at the other howl that sounded over-head watching as the stranger snarled savagely at the mere sounding of it. Why? Carcharoth wasn't interested...he was more interested at why a pathetic runt would enter the Balkar's lands to seek a varg - then show little respect for the one who answered; was he asking for a death wish?
A course snarl suddenly etched it's way across his silvery flecked muzzle as he took several more strides towards Alone, his tassel high and bristled along with his hackles, a putrid breathe curdling round the stranger's muzzle. "You need not know who I am whelp, for I know not who you are. And as for being within the borders of the territory I stalk and you are a stranger too, I'd keep my worthless little trap shut and respect the one who answered my call if I were you," he growled deeply, voice booming and wreaking of dominance between the two. "The First will be here soon, and if you don't learn to pipe down around me, Wolfbane help you if you treat Serg in such a fashion," his voice sounded threatening and merciless. After the stressful day - Carcharoth couldn't help but snap, however much he wished to not bend to the pup's games..
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Post by Alone & Darkshadow on Jun 30, 2005 2:33:16 GMT -5
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Post by Serg on Jun 30, 2005 4:28:59 GMT -5
another black shadow padded through the still mists, sending them swirling about him as the midnight Dragga stalked through the night. he too had heard the calls - both of them - and was now also answering the call. as he got closer he picked up a fresh Balkar scent, it was Carcharoth, Serg's amber eyes flickered with an amused fire. the owner of the howl would have two Night Hunters to keep him company tonight.
as Serg got closer still he perked his black ears, hearing snippets of conversation. this little varg was already more trouble that he deemed worth. if he came asking permission to join, he wasnt going a very sensible way about it at all. for Carcharoth had gained a high position in the ranks, and Serg would stand for no Balkar to be slandered, least of all a high ranking one.
'well well well Carch, what do we have here?' Serg said in an sly icy tone as he neared, slowing his pace to a stop and lowering his gaze to stare cruelly at the varg before him. 'it is not wise to speak with such little respect to any Balkar,' he growled, 'especially when you press on our borders and the rest of the pack is merely a howl away.' Serg snarled, for either Carcharoth or himself could howl a summoning, and this varg would have a bunch of Balkar snapping at his heels until they tired of the chase, or had ripped him to shreds. 'tell me what exactly do you want? and dont make me grow tired of your company, otherwise i might find it worthwhile to rid myself of your aqquaintance.'
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Post by Alone & Darkshadow on Jun 30, 2005 10:26:31 GMT -5
OOC: Serg could you just pretend that Darkshadow knew you before when he was a Balkar aka in his History...
IC: Darkshadow raised the fur above his eye's, (eyebrows maybe) and said, 'Do you not remember me Serg? And I do seek to join the Balkar once more. Not of fear. But I tier of the other weak varg scrambling around me. I wish to be back with what I call, my own kind.' He grinned rather coldly, and tilted his maw towards where his daughters howl had came from, and muttered 'She never tier's doesn't she even sleep?...'
He turned back to Serg, who he knew. But eyed Carcharoth icily, 'And who is this?' He asked. For Carcharoth, had not been in the Balkar when he had left. He then swished his tassle once. Which seemingly, dismissed the black clouds covering over the full moon, which was now waxing as they spoke.
He yawned, and pawed the earth absentmindedly. Though it ripped away it till it was stone. Then he simply pawed it back, it was all rather boring for him right now. He was coming back from old times, and finding a rather unwelcoming welcome.
He lifted his maw, and yawned again. Another howl came from the distance but it seemed much closer than the first had been and he muttered 'Stop yer yappin me girl 't annoys me 't death' he shook his head and looked at the other two Dragga's.
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Post by Carcharoth on Jun 30, 2005 11:34:27 GMT -5
((Right - well you never stated a name in your post - only the word 'he'. So i never knew. It was simply instead of be constantly calling you stranger. And also...you're character doesn't know i'm calling you Alone either.))
Carcharoth snarled at the imputent little whelp as he spoke wish such a sharp witted tongue and little respect for the Balkar's status. He deserved to have his blood spilt and remains left for the crows and ravens to peck at his inards till Wolfbane had nothing left to carry back for torture...he didn't deserve to even utter the God's name! As he was about to snap back, Serg emerged from the thick brush and he stepped back lightly on overly large paws, nodding in respect to the First's ebon form. "Sir." he inclined before peering back at Darkshadow. A member before? Well for the time that Carch had been within the ranks - never had he heard the varg's name mentioned...he miusn't have been all that important. Maybe he'd been a member for the time Leohlic or Tamra had been First...for Serg was pretty new on the job.
Growling deeply he listened as another howl sounded above the tree line, it's song closer now to what it was only a few minute before. Observing as Darkshadow snarled and yelled savage words at the swine who'd disturbed their conversation alredy, Carch frowned deeply - though left it to Serg to deal with...now that the First was here, Carcharoth was only a back-up incase this varg was nothing more than a snitch..
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Post by Serg on Jun 30, 2005 12:44:05 GMT -5
OOC: hey if you wanted me to do that you should have asked me beforehand via IM so i could have refused you then, i dont really want to do something like that, its just too weird. sorry.
Serg looked this new varg up and down, and as he spoke he tilted his head to the side. and bared his teeth slightly. 'your face has no place in my memory.' he growled. 'if you are trying to trick me into accepting you into my ranks by pretending to be a forgotten friend, your tactics arent very wise, i have never seen you before in my life.' he snarled. distrust brewing inside him, there was something not right about this. he stole a glance towards Carcharoth, the Lead Lacan was still here, which meant that they not only had the advantage of skill over this varg, but of numbers.
it was true, he had not been the First for very long, but he had been a Balkar for a long while, and he knew that he did not recognise this varg's face, name, or scent. this was his first encounter with the stranger.
OOC: sorry im so braindead at the moment, and not inspired, i cant think of anything else to write.
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Post by Alone & Darkshadow on Jul 4, 2005 15:43:58 GMT -5
OOC: oh ok then that makes things a bit more difficult but ok... IC:
Darkshadow bowed his head, and muttered, 'Must have been a different Dragga...' And then said openly, 'I am sorry for my rudeness Dragga Serg, and I have not been attempting to trick you, and I also was once a Balkar. But I was never very important just a mere Lacan.'
He flicked his tassle, and told Serg of his reson to rejoin the Balkar, 'I tier of being out there, with the weak varg, and wish to join the Balkar ranks once more. I ask of your permission, do you accept my request?' He bowed respectfuly.
OOC: Damin bro's kickin me off. So, sorry for shortness.
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Post by Captain Z on Jul 9, 2005 23:17:50 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]///I do suggest that you change your name from Alone to that of which you RP as, it is easier for us, and others in the future that RP with you. Carcharoth has made a point.\\\
Low hanging clouds pragued the lands with low visibility, rays of Tor reflecting off the suspended particles of water. It would be hard for one to navigate in such dense woods, trees of wilted leaves, and shadows casting over the soil, light of fenris almost never reaching the floor. Yet, these lands were sibconcious to his mind, and it would be very lucky, if a prey ever escaped his view.
Stepping into the hollow, he turned to face the three wolves present, two of which he knew very well, and one, he did not appreciate to stand in his home territory, yet there was no barrier, and sikla's were free to step as they wish, yet what this sikla failed to learn over time, was to be careful where one did step with freedom.
"To my eyes, a mere lacan is just a weak sikla." He said padding around the wolf, noting his small frame, and weak conscious. " As you may have seen before you, there are no siklas here. Each one of us is our own warrior, and our own hunter. Fierce wolf like us, do not come to join such a pack. We are chosen and trialed. Something I think you may not able to bare." The ebony wolf snarled at the newcomer, and returned to the side of the First.
" As long as I have stood foot in this land, Your face has never come across mine. I've known both the previous leaders of this pack, and none of which would accept such a sikla to reside in his ranks. I merely think that you lie. And good things never happen from lying, I give you my word." He snarled deeply, his ivory claws sinking between the dead root of a nearby willow tree. To his mind, such a wolf would be looked on as a seeker from another pack. And by god if it kills him, no seeker will return to their leader. [/glow]
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Post by Alone & Darkshadow on Jul 10, 2005 8:56:34 GMT -5
((ok I shall after this post)) Darkshadow snarled, and turned as the other wolf came. He was no Sikla, he was a Dragga of a old dead pack, and he was definantly not weak! He didn't appreciate being called weak either, and glared, at the male foolishly.
'Anything one of you could suceed, and do, I could most likely do the same... Or better.' His tassle swished, 'Then why, to your eyes, if a Lacan is a Sikla, do you hold them within your ranks?' He asked.
His jaws snaped together, 'You call me not of a warrior? And not of a hunter then? Why, mightent I ask, if you say you have sence, do you judge one by there frame, and visual?' He asked, 'Why do you insist that I be not a warrior? How can you judge one by there physical appearance, rather than looking deep, and seeing the truth?'
Darkshadow knew he was being disrespectful, but it made him mad that annother call him a lier, weak & worst of all a Sikla, 'Do you see with only your eyes? For no matter how good ones eyes, they can never look into a soul, and see true power!' He let his breath out, 'Power of the Balkar...'
Darkshadow paced, 'How can I prove that I do not lie?' He looked up from his pacing movements, and spoke the words only Balkar knew, 'No Siklas Here, No Breath Of Fear...' He spoke them softly, but even the words were strong. For the words of the Balkar, were true power, even on there own.
Darkshadow finaly settled, and sat down tassle swished once more, and powerful orbs gazed at them. Orbs of Balkar, powerful orbs. He awaited there raction, a haze of unpredicablement (is that a word?) gathering around him.
The howls of doom had stopped, and all was silent, Darkshadow aaited there reaction. The sounds of night, and the woods seemed to even stop, and hold its breath. Darkshadow stared at the others, with such a blank look, that it was almost as if he were being possessed by The Sight.
His orbs were as if they were unseeing, and his posture never even moved. His breath seemed to have stoped, and all life seemed to have vanished from within him, as if his whole soul had been sucked out of him.
He had learnt to do this when he was a evil little cub, and had perfected it over the years. He could gather all his life energy, and emotions, even his controle over himself, and would hide it away deep within him. In the darkest and most twisted place of all, his mind. [/b][/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Captain Z on Jul 10, 2005 14:01:58 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] The silence of the night was torn by eastward winds, with them travelled the leaves of a dying willow and maple, suffering from little sunlight that managed to ever reach them. With the wind also should have travelled this wolf, as he begged for the acceptance of their ranks.
The second managed a small smirk as the wolf challenged his words. For now, his mind kept its cool, but harboured anger began to sift through his chest. " Listen wolf, you are not in charge here, and you fail to understand what my mind is speaking. " He snarled stepping forward to the larged-mouthed wolf.
" The wolf in my pack do not consist of just a Lacan, and just a Nihtgenge. Look around wolf, use your own eyes. Do you see a rare quality in all of us? Our frame is built, our will is strong, and our fury in battle is beyond what many could withstand. These are not Lacans, they are a warrior with a mind of his own. A mind without mercy and attachment to another, A mind without a border, without a leash. And, I do not worry for their soul. What lies in them, is wolfbane himself. " Ziev growled at the newcomer.
" For you see, my eyes need not see a soul of such a wolf. Do you know what the soul does to your mind wolf? Soul tells the mind to love, the soul tells the mind to care and have mercy, the soul tells the mind, to forgive. " He padded forward to the wolf, his eyes just a few feet from his, a frozen glare of ice seeping into the feared optics of his own. "Look into my eyes wolf, you do not see mercy, you do not see fear, but you will see Wolfbane himself." He snarled, turning away from the wolf.
"This is why I do not need to use more than my eyes, for you have already been tested, and trialed, and your....soul does not belong within my ranks. Do not argue with me wolf, I do not negotiate, so I suggest that you take your soul off these lands before, I return it to those of which who care for you. "[/glow]
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Post by Serg on Jul 10, 2005 14:15:32 GMT -5
OOC: ok your posts confuse me, and just so you know because ive seen you making this mistake alot. there means 'its over there' a place. their means it belongs to someone. and they're means they are. you're confusing their with there. im picky cause its been drilled into me when i was young. also. unpredictablement is not a word.
Serg twisted his head around to smirk at the appearance of the Second, Ziev. agreeing with all his said and turning his amber glare back to Darkshadow. seeing what answers he would give for the just questions asked and points raised.
'our Lacans are no mere siklas!' Serg growled furiously, advancing forward suddenly. 'if you think so then look upon myself, and upon Carcharoth, do we look like sikla's to your all-knowing eyes?' Serg sneered, what was this varg talking about? seeing the truth? Serg could sense an evil varg from first impression, he had been around enough of them often, and here was a varg that did not give off the presense of intimidating strength or evil. not one whom he thought would seek a place among the Balkar. also, the point Ziev had raised about his stature was true. he looked like no fighter, no warrior, unlike himself, who had once been a Lacan, and Carcharoth, who was the Lead Lacan. Both vargs had a large bulk which labelled them clearly as the fighters.one without this structure fared less well as the teeth of the pack. but more the eyes. yet here was a varg trying to pass off that he had provided the Balkar with the tooth and claw and strength of the Lacan? it was absurd, and only a fool would buy it. and there were no fools present but the stranger pressing on their borders.
'all this talk of souls and looking deep within another varg, ha! it makes me sick. you think you can buy your way into our pack using that filth? it is merely rubbish garbled to the whelps that crawl about the paws of a dithering old nurse; left behind at the den whilst the rest of the pack goes hunting. it is not the words of a varg who deserves a place as First Amongst The Putnar, maybe you would be more suited to apply for the position of a Storyteller or Nurse in the weak ranks of another pack.'
'and you, by the looks and sounds of you, you would not have lasted five seconds in our pack, if you're now searching for a way in insulting the Second's judgement is not a good way to go about it. however, it is a very good way to go about getting yourself killed.' Serg threatened, licking his maw greedily, Darkshadow's words almost begging the First to put him into his rightful place - a rotting carcass discarded on the edges of their lands, a present for the filthy scavengers of the air and land.
edit: believe it or not, that was a double post with Ziev. i was eating at the time so typing very slow.. but i'll leave ti without editting. too lazy. and it doesnt change too much i dont think. =S
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Post by Leohlic on Jul 10, 2005 15:59:04 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]((Seeing as I only have a little while left as Leohlic..why not just hop on in and make things a little more interesting *chuckles*))
*The darkness swamped the Balkan lands and the ravens and crows cawed their nightly song, hopping from dead branch to dead branch, almost making it a game to see which one would break it and fall first. A crimson varg stalked the lands below the canopy, staring up at the old birds and growling deeply at them, a great grin oozing onto his scarred muzzle at the memories he'd had of the scavenging birds. Old Wolbane's followers... "The day a crow stares me in the eyes is the day that I can finally accept Wolfbane's plea to join him.." Leohlic muttered to himself as he lay in a tight-nit thicket, ignoring the thorny bracken that gouged into his scruffy summer pelt that was thick with dry, dusty earth and mites that were beginning to drive him even more insane than his already twisted mind was.
A snarl suddenly blastered his grinning muzzle as he heard the snarling voices of his commrads, it had disturbed his peace and now he'd become aware og the stillness of the air. It was thick and misty - though of course it was just life for him. He'd grown sick of it. Scrambling free from his thorny nest, the small crimson Balkar began to skulk through the winding paw trodden paths until he reached the end of it and neared a clearing where three large ebon figures stood round an unseen figure. Leoh growled deeply and frowned as he grew closer, observing a smaller varg mouthing off at the First and Second. Pulling back his lips into a savage snarl, the male padded on forward, placing himself in an uncomfortable seating position not far from them, his head low, hackles raised and fiery ember orbs blazing like wildfire on a dry summer's night. "Foolish stranger! You wish to find a placement amongst these proud vargs and be given the label of Balkar? Then your sorry rear should just get out now while it has the chance.." Leoh had not heard the full conversation...though he'd managed to pick up snippets from what Ziev and Serg were passing to the youth. What a fool - he wasn't going to become a Balkar...he was going to have this worthless throat torn out!*[/glow]
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