Friend Or Foe? [Serg Only...]

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The land was thick with humid drops of dew, still remaining from the early morning. Heat was pouring onto the deselate scape, not even a breath of wind rippling the trees. A blue sky rested over the valley, yet even with summer's wings on heights, these terrains still seemed dark, and dreary; something Demon had always admired about Balkar territory.

As her black hue melted from the borders, its ebony shades shimmering in the early light; she could remember all the paths and shortcuts of here with a simple glance. This would not be the first time she had stepped upon foreign territory, and she was sure she would be back again after this visit.

As her poisonious glare flickered over every detail, a smug yet placid smile on her dark maw. Something had changed, yet she couldn't put her mind to it. Giving herself a long stretch, her gaze darted hastily to the over-flowing raven; that always meant change. In silence, the she wolf thought and pondered long and hard, until finally, like a needle in a haystack, she found it out. A new First.

At this news, her body tightened, and her tassle rose high. Her scar was worn like a jewel, and her lips pursed into a celebratory smirk. "Finally," drawled Demon, walking towards where, from memory, she knew where the First's den would be placed. "I am now ready to make my move..."

Walking further onwards, she felt no tiredness in her system, no longing to stop and catch her breath; just the continious determination for her rights. Her plans and plots to become reality.

Poising her head high, she caught a scent; strong and true. "Serg?" breezed the beautifully-gleaming she wolf, her tone dripping with confusion. "That's the new First?" Choking on her sickly laughter, she could not believe her luck.

Pressing forward once more, she released a relieving howl; calling forth the new First, beckoning him to her presense; ready to place down her ideas, ready to befriend the one she had heard so much about. It was time. Friend or Foe? It's time to decide YOUR fate.

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[Serg]

coal-black paws, still damp from recent plunging in the stagnent waters of marshlands, punched the warm soft earth as the First reentered his territory. already in a foul mood from having to make the constant trek from one territory to another. his black ears perked suddenly as he heard a howl erupting from somewhere inside his territory. his head snapped upwards instantly, muscles tensed and his sharp claws gripped the innocent earth beneath him, renting great gashes in them.

a female was inside his territory. Serg cursed his luck for having been elsewhere and not having stopped her before she got so far in. he also felt a sudden pang of annoyance that his Balkar had not stopped the wily faemme.

he sprang into a silent run, his black form sticking to the shadows to avoid most of the heat that he was trying his best to ignore. his amber eyes burning as he speeded towards the source of the howl. his keen senses already had pinpointed the exact direction.

as he neared, his nose drew in all the scents about him. she was near. he slowed his pace, footfalls slow and silent. then suddnely he saw her. he smiled, as she was not facing his direction, then he let out a vicious snarl. tail raised high in a proud arch and hackle raised along his back. as he began to speak, his shapr white teeth flashed. 'tell me oh arrogant one, what doomed day it was that decided that intruders were allowed into my territory?' he snarled, his voice dripping with hate and irritance. 'give me one single reason why i should not rip your throat out for your impudence.'

[† Demon †]

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As the snarl rattled through her perked auds, she gave a light snort. Turning to face the new Balkars First, her glaring optics began to seep with their seductive poison. Walking slowly towards Serg, she let a dark, yet calm smirk slide over her ebony maw; the sunlight causing her pelt to shimmer violently.

Reaching a few paces from his form, she paused and poised herself into a sitting position. "I come past the borders, carrying information that could either destroy or rebuild your terrains..." Smiling innocently, she tipped her head tothe side, mocking Serg slightly. "You know inside you that I am not here for a fight, or for an arguement... I am here for an alliance between me and you..."

Standing upon all paws again, she shook down her body; her muscles tensing for a breif moment, revealing that she was no weakling. She had brains and strength, wisdom and skills. She was no pushover. Loyalty was her speciality. Digging her claws into the earth, she looked Serg over deviously, her optics sparkling with a ghostly aura. "So," she drawled finally, "Do you want to know more? Or would me rather let all of this perish? And," she hesitated, her smirk drifting into a truthful expression, "I must admit, that would be a real shame, don't you think so?"

Shaking her head, she began to turn, feeling curiousity thickly in the atmosphere. Taking slow steps, she watched Serg from the corner of her eye. Flicking her tassle high behind her; a banner of her pride, she let her body skim in the sunlight; a sexy, and seductive glow about her. She was upto her old tricks again, and this time, she was determined to get things right.

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[Serg]

Serg snarled and prowled forward, not because he liked the faemme in any way, but because it would lessen the distance when he felt like ripping her throat out. she may have showed herself not to be weak, but did she really fancy her chancges against the First of the Balkar? he might be new in his position, but he was not new to fighting. if he wasnt any good, he wouldnt have gotten his place.

his brows raised as she mentioned an alliance. was this some sort of joke that had no humourous side to it at all, or was this varg simply insane, and being totally serious. maybe she was big-headed and thought herself so important to be worthy of allying herself with the Dragga who had an entire pack of highly skilled warriors at his back. both seemed incredibly stupid, but she seemed to be serious. 'an alliance, between me and you? tell me, what would be the point in that? you are not a Drappa, neither are you of any importance.' he snarled, ' i dont see it as a shame at all'

he glared at her, amber eyes burning with irritance, advancing still his claws digging into the earth as he walked towards her, jet black fur on end and baring his teeth. if she didnt leave of her own accord he would chase her out his lands. this faemme he did not trust in any way, and she was fast trying his patience.

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Demon rolled her eyes angrilly. This Dragga was more of a fool than she thought. "At least Leoh had brains," muttered the she wolf harshly under her breaths. Facing Serg once more, she held his gaze; seemingly unfraid of what titles he held under his skin. "Serg," she breezed calmly, "You cannot see, nor do you know, of the great perils that will come to your precious Balkar territory if you do not pray alliance with me. I can give you information left, right and centre at any time... I have links to every pack, and every wolf. I could even gain you more warriors, the strongest and best you could find... Think about it, your pack being praised for its great collection of viciously heartless wolves, wolves like me..."

As she paused in her words, she shifted slightly; the heat beginning to seep past her dark pelt. Growling quietly, she kept her gaze upon Serg. "If you wish for me to go, then you will be unaware of the dangers coming to this land; I know the pack, the warriors names, and the strategy plan... Yet," As she paused once more, a smirk stole her sly, ebony lips. "it seems you are too stubborn to see past your own nose..."

Turning away, she began to circle Serg slowly; her eyes firmly on his form. She was beginning to feel impatient with this being, and found herself wishing that Leohlic still remained Dragga of Balkar; at least then she wouldn't of found herself feeling that a tree would of had more sense than this wolf.

"So," she breathed darkly, the long pause dying hastily, "Are you going to consider my offers? Or would you rather let all this, your greatest acheivements slip through your jaws...?" Grinning, she winked casually, her tassle flickering hastily and high behind her, "Tell me now... The fate of Balkar is yours to decide; Im just the alliance..."

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[Serg]

Serg flicked his tail angrily. how stupid did this faemme think he was? how incompitent did she really think the Balkar were? as these rhetorical questions rushed through Serg's head his anger grew and grew, he desired nothing more than to rip these varg to shreds, but at the same time that this anger bubbled inside him he managed to keep his cool.

'you're right about one thing, i am very stubborn, hence why you will get nowhere here. you can take your alliance, and you can go shove it wherever you so wish to. i care not. i don't want any part in your wicked scheme to make yourself out to be any bigger than you already are. i think you jsut want to be important, which saddens me. and why the hell should i trust you if you're betraying all these connections that you claim to have? i dont want anything to do with betrayers like you.' Serg growled, he may not have been the nicest varg on the planet, but he did keep his promises and his word. he prided himself on that at least.

he stepped closer to her, blocking her circling path, so close she would be able to feel his hot breath on her nose. 'this is my greatest achievement. dont think you know anything about me as to claim anything else could be greater than this. now get out of my lands before i tear you to shreds. you are trying my patience.'

Serg snarled, his fiery amber eyes boring into her, his claws and teeth itched to sink into her flesh, to tear her limb from limb. if she didnt move fast enough thats what she would find herself subject to. a Dragga who had little control on his temper.

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Demon shook her head sadly. The words he spoke had little affect on her thoughts and determination. "Serg," she drawled, the heat of his breath thickly lining her maw. "I am not betraying none who don't deserve it," she paused, a tinge of honesty and knowledge in her tone. "I have not come here to cause fights, arguements or anything upon those lines; I am merely here to prepare you for a great battle, revenge as such..."

Dropping her gaze, she sighed quietly. It would of been a pity if he did not want to know, she had a secret admiration for the entire Balkar pack, despite things she may have said and done before. "So," she continued, wiping away the thoughts she posessed in her corridors. "Serg, do you want the information? Do you want to be prepared or would you rather just wait and loose the fight?" With an upset, yet tinged caring expression she glanced up at Serg. She wasn't as small as most of the femmes in the valley, so her glace wasn't stretched to its limits. "Make your choice Serg..."
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[Serg]

Serg growled, flicking his tail irritably. he licked his maw carefully, considering the sweet taste of blood that throbbed through the large vein in her neck. blood that he wanted to spill ever so badly. for in these days near summer where the rising temperature made the blood boil, that Serg saw less and less sense, and was prone to rash actions more and more.

'my choice i have already made. i do not wish for your alliance.' he spat, glaring at her seemingly false sincerity. he hardly knew this faemme and already it seemed like he could nto stand her. or maybe it was the fact that she had crept so easily into his territory, refused to leave, and kept pestering him with something that sounded so incredibly stupid to his anger-clouded mind. maybe it was a mixture of all that, and the constant trek from one pack-land to another with the added heat of spring that made him so irritable and stubborn.

'do not make me repeat myself again. why do you push this? what importance is it to you?' he demanded suddenly. the suspicision in his tone taking the front before his anger all of a sudden as his piercing amber gaze gave her a calculating look, wondering what the real reasons were behind her actions and her apparently helpful offer.


OOC: sorry for the late reply. i've been kept busy in RL

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same here. LOL. ^_^ Good post btw. <3[glow=black,2,300]

Demon sighed and shook her head. Of all the things in the world, why did that single question cause so much rage? Breathing heavily, she felt irritable from the blazing heat, and the dust in her paws. Flicking her tail to warn away a few flys that clung to a corpse just a few steps away, she kept her gaze strongly on Serg's.

"I have felt your anger, your rage, even you insanity. I came here with a pain nobody could understand, a hatred nobody could control. I haboured it into strength, I drank the fear from everybody's soul; I became hated, and cold. Angry and fearless. Now," she paused, and sat atop a ledge before the male before her. "Now, I seek to find a way to get revenge on those who turned me away from my true self, seek a way to help the ones who have so deeply helped me. The former first, Tamra, gave me control of my anger. Leohlic, he helped me gain sights into the weak and unwanted, and you," she paused again, licking her maw slightly, hiding the seductive smile upon it, "you, you have shown deep strength, and anger; the one that comes from the heart, the one *I* can relate to..."

Trailing from her words, she kept her glazed, yet amazingly beautiful orbs from turning from Serg's gaze; she was a fighter, not a giving up varg. She knew what was right, and wrong; she was evil by nature, and cold by choice. She was the killing machine taken in by Kanis; the monster in shadows. "I want to help the pack who have, in so many ways, helped me. I want to give you one thing, that now, lacks so unfortunately... Pure anger, and a poisoned heart. Female I maybe, yet cold I am. I am not asking for membership, just mere alliance; I have scores to settle, wolves, such as yourself, to help.. And, if you trust me, be loyal to me, even get to know me, you'll see... I'm the wolf you need, the femme for the job... Believe me Serg, I can help in many ways..."

Watching, waiting, and remaining silent now, she stood upon the ledge and smiled cruelly. She let her insane gaze fill her poison-green eyes, she let the muscles in her body tense, this was a moment to be remembered, a moment to treasure; a moment that would become hers, and hers only. Think idiot, think," she thought, think of the possibilities, think of the loyalty...

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