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Post by Leohlic on Apr 27, 2005 12:39:34 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*The day was beginning to ware thin and the sun over head was now at it's optimum point, glaring at the earth and the Balkar lands with a fierce force of heat and power that even the trees would appear to be sweating. The air was thick with a humid clostraphobia and waves of heat tickled the land in sickly currents. The metalic aroma of blood began to seep through the haze's gaps and linger to the noses of passing wanderers, be them lera or varg. A proud but pained wolf made his way slowly through the waves, the crimson trail of his life blood passing off in the distance as he carried on forth, snarling at himself if he dared wince at the pain...he was balkar and he felt no pain or troubled thought...only that of his long gone mate Shato. At the very thought of her name he snarled and whined, looking to the skies and began to howl to the Gods, cursing them for taking his source of life away and leaving him nothing but a barren father to children he no longer saw.
With a painful step he tripped over her paws and crashed to the ground in a head of crimson fur and yelping snarls. His body began to quake as he lifted his head, battered and bruised it was - but still strong and proud. With a sigh he knew it was over...though he had killed the ruthless kerl that dared speak ill of the name he carried and let the worthless soul be put to its rest...he was still unsatisfied with First. All he wanted was for his old life. but this could not be. And with that thought past...he laid his head down before his forelegs and let out a deep, low howl to the rest of his pack - The First had Resigned...*[/glow]
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Post by Serg on Apr 27, 2005 13:07:55 GMT -5
jet-black ears perked and the attentive amber gaze of Serg lifted and shifted to gaze in the direction that the note originated from. his brow creased slightly. it was the howl of the First. and Serg's black paws shifted into a run as he loped forwards towards the origin of the howl. emerging from the shade of a tree and out into the humid heat of the land. the sick heat of the day hit the black Balkar like a kick in the gut. his already warm black pelt absorbing even more heat from the burning disc of the sun. he glared up at the circular orb in the sky. sometimes he could be persuaded to think that the great God Fenris was even more cruel than the even greater God Wolfbane. but only ever in the heat of summer.
as the metallic tang of blood hit Serg like sudden wave of nausia - for with it came the scent of Leohlic. and as Serg neared he saw that his suspicions were correct, the First of the Balkar was wounded. but his head was still held in a proud stance, despite his injuries, and Serg was quick to dip his head in a respectful nod. he said nothing, and avoiding looking at his wounds for too long. when he himself was injured, he depised the gaze of other varg's lingering on his fresh wounds.. 'Sir..' he greeted in his usual tone.
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Post by Wolfbane on Apr 28, 2005 8:55:10 GMT -5
The wolves found themselves unconsciously compelled to pass their gaze over the shimmering spectre on the edge of the clearing, and choose to believe that their eyes were decieving them.
Wolfbane had infact taken time out from his chaotic rampage in the skys to come down to the Balkar, the mortal anarchists after Wolfbane's own heart. Hovering on the edge of the clearing, he watched as the position of First was cast to a new generation, eyes afire with delight.
OOC. Congratulations Serg! May your reign be long and chaotic! Huzzah!
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Post by Leohlic on May 4, 2005 12:23:54 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh's head swung towards the approach of a new wolf, before he could glance at the the wolf he knew, he snarled bitterly and savagely in deffence and to show his status. But as he realised that it was his Second in command, Serg, a smile replaced his creased maw and he shuffled round, ignoring the pains that burned across his open wounds. Nodding back with respect to the large ebon varg, Leoh pushed with his front paws and sat back rather uncomfortably on his haunches, growling at the pain that didn't cease. His grin broadened as the thought came to mind once more on his position, and opened the bloodied maw to ask his question. "Greetings Serg. I have some news for you Second. I am stepping down from my place of First...and you will be the varg who shall loyally take my place. In Wolfbane's name...you Serg, are the First of the Balkar." Leoh's vocals quivered as he spoke the words. All his life his ambition was to become a member of the Balkar...to help in their corruptive ways. Never did he even immagine that his life would become far more superior than a mere Delta. Second in comand...Dragga of List...and finally First of the Balkar. Not only this, but he had found the love of his life and together they produced his most hated creation...cubs. But from the experience of raising his own, his thick skin had softened and for a time the feared leohlic was nothing but a tamed wild cat in the hands of man. Until the savage day of Shato's death and the shattering of his heart...he had turned once more into the savage, cold-hearted Balkar he was born to be. And now he was giving it all up... True it saddened him...but within his mind's eye, he could vision the proud God Wolfbane, who he'd worshipped since his mother abandoned him to starve, watching over the previous First and dubbing the new one...a proud moment for the two..*[/glow]
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Post by Serg on May 7, 2005 7:52:44 GMT -5
Serg's ears flexed back in surprise and his amber eyes widened. Leoh stepping down was not something he had expected. and it was tha shocked that made him speechless at first. but then as the other news began to sink in he felt even more shock, surprise, but also a blazing surge of pride. this was something he had never expected, and something only a pup would merely fantasise but know that it would never come true. Serg could only remember ever dreaming about joining the proud ranks of this pack, and to him Second was a dream come true, but First was something of a miracle, and now Serg had to question if he himself was dreaming. although a part of him knew that he was not.
formality overcame this shock, and he knew that he had taken enough time to let this new idea sink in. now he had a new duty to do. he dipped his head in respect to Leoh. 'i thank you Sir,' he said, the sir slipping out of his maw out of habit. 'it was an honour to serve you, and now i shall do my best to continue as you did.' Serg said. he could not believe his luck, nor anything that was happening. he had the strange sense of them being watched, but somehow it wasnt a bad thing.. for now he had to act how a First shoudl act, let the news and his new responsibility sink in later.
OOC: heh, thanks Wolfbane!
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Post by whitefang on May 13, 2005 17:37:55 GMT -5
WhiteFang padded into the area taking in all before him. He walked up beside Serg and sat down. Listing to what his former first was saying. He gasped when he heard Serg appointed to the new first. He shook his head slightly and bowed in respect for his new first. “ Congratulation's Serg. " WhiteFang took a few steps back and turned on heel. Not looking back; he was thinking over this new situation something he never did.
He had gotten on the newly first bad side before. Would Serg still take kindly to him with that little incident? “ Hmm I have too be careful never know what that varg is thinking.” Soon WhiteFang's ivory fur was unable to be seen in the mist. He had vanished.
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