Paying A Little Visit - Any Balkar

[Cwen]

Nothing had changed…nothing at all since the silver Drappa’s last encounter with these lands. The same thin atmosphere that seemed to send a chilling slice through even the thickest varg’s skin ran over the faemme as she padded through the land. That same, murky mist that had masked her vision on her last appearance here still remained and brought with it the scent of tension, anger and revenge. Curling her nose at the stench, Cwen continued on her course. Her tail was held rigid but not erect and her hackles prickled with the intense sense of unease.

Her last encounter with the First was not the most…coordinated as some may say. And of course she was edgy on entering his lands unprotected and without even mentioning her intentions to Draeg. But she was didn’t care. If Serg was to get so savagely angry that he was to tear her throat out the minute he caught a glimpse of her, then so be it. He would have his revenge for her betrayal on him and Sarnes, but she was here to have words. It was his fault that Huts’ scattered bones now lay outside her previous den within the dense woods. And it was his fault for all the blame that was being passed from one varg she knew to the other. It was also his fault for Koan’s self hatred due to the loss of the one he loved.

Growling deeply to herself, Cwen carried on her treads and peered back and forth, almost expecting the insolent little WhiteFang to leap out on her as he’d done on her last visit to the Balkan lands. Though she had found her way out once before…she would find her way out again this time – for this time she entered the same way she’d left on the previous occasion. Her nasal wouldn’t fault her.
The sound of another caught her attention ahead and she slowed to a halt, perking her auds and using every ounce of power she had to tune into the faintest of sounds, suppressing her urge to growl a warning of her presence.

((I couldn't think of another way to end that post...but hey, you guys need something to do so i'll be the bait ^^ ))

[Serg]

mist curled up into the forzen air from the maw of the midnight Dragga as he stood on the edge of a slope, smouldering amber eyes looking out over his territory, sliding over the terrai he knew so well. the dismal and eerie look of the Balkar lands held a serene beauty for him, the way the mists curled and moved, disturbed by the movement of any varg. the broken branches and the chill that hung in the air gave an added atmosphere of fear and tension to any weak-hearted trespasser. Serg's maw twitched into a faint smile - probably one of the reasons his predecessors had chosen this place.

the mists settled about him, carefully placing silverine dewdrops into the black abyss of his pelt. and the burning flames that were the colour of his eyes roved about, until they settled on a patch of mist that curled in an unusual fashion. his muscles tensed and his lip curled in distaste. now here was a Balkar shurking his duty. they were still very far off, and the wind was in the wrong direction so Serg could not scent out who it was, but neither would they be able to smell him. with the sneering look of concept still written upon his features the First made his way down the slope and began to move towards the truant Balkar. but forging his path so that it would lead him downwind, making him able to give the var the fright of his life.

crawling as fast as his stalking skills would allow, he finally managed to get close enough to snatch a scent on the wind. there was something about it that was so familiar, yet so alien. his brow furrowing he continued to creep closer and closer until he could scent this Balkar properly. his hackles raised along his back and his lips curled upwards to reveal his teeth. now he realised who this was. the scent had been alien because this was no Balkar he was stalking. it was a faemme. and it was so familiar because he recognised it from his other pack, Sarnes.
this was Cwen. the traitor.

burning fury crept up inside him, raging to an inferno, but he did not let himself act on it. he crouched there, just breathing for a while whilst he allowed his mind to soothe away his rage with rational thought and his plot of sweet revenge. no, he could not lose his temper and kill her, not just yet. he wanted to hurt her deeper than that.

he circled around her, using all his skills t keep himself unseen. he had the upper hand here, he was better trained than she and knew the terrain well. he might have been no Nihtgenge of the Balkar, but he did know the fundemental skills. enough to serve his purpose.
upong reaching the point where he was behind and still downwind of the newly appointed Drappa of GeRad Serg drew himself up to his full daunting height and casually wandered out of the brush onto the faint trail she had left behind her.

'going somewhere Cwen?' he growled.

[Cwen]

The sound of Serg’s sudden appearance and voice caught Cwen’s attention immediately – but not quite off guard. Yes she had not expected him to appear at that precise moment in time, but the sense of another had been stalking her mind and she was merely waiting for the time to come when they would emerge. A long, wry grin began to creep across her pearly white muzzle as he spoke. It was clear in his tenor that he was using every ounce of his own strength not to snap and simply lunge for her. Turning her head to the side so that she could watch him from the corner of her steely grey eye, Cwen chuckled coldly and shook her head in a seductive fashion. “Oh no where in particular Serg – just happened to pay your beautiful lands a little visit,” she spoke, allowing the words to simply ooze from her sickly sweet voice. “It has been a while has it not?” she chuckled coldly, fluttering her eyelashes at the previous Dragga who had once ruled over her. But now she held the same power he had. She too was an alpha; Twisted Drappa of Ge-Rad.
Now she found it appropriate to turn her full body round and meet the enormous Dragga face on. She was long legged and full of stealth, he was large and powerful. If the two were to face each other in a fair battle it would be long and tiring. Cwen had the swift agile moves that help her evade attacks, but her jaw power was far weaker than that of Serg’s. He could do deadly damage with his bulk and teeth, though it was clear he had the speed as well – after all, he was a savagely trained Balkar!

Flicking her rigid tail in thought, Cwen allowed the distance between the two to remain spaced. Cocking her head to the side she licked her muzzle and sneered into his fiery, lantern gaze. “Missed me?” she mocked playfully, rolling each word off her tongue in a charming fashion.