A Patrol - [Any Balkar Member - Join In!!!]

[Carcharoth]

*The morning glow of Fenris bloomed through the thick mist that engulfed the Balkar terrain, setting an eerie flow that broke through the distorted figures of dead and broken trees. An ebon shadow stalked the paw trodden trails, scenting out the weak and the unfamiliar. Large pads created paw prints in the moist earth as dew clung to it in the early morning. Long grasses grew over the path and unleashed their sticky seeds onto the ebon pelt as it brushed past them, imbedding themselves slowly into the pelt until it grew into an unbearable itch that caused many lera alike to go mad with the irritation. But this varg was already mad, so it only drove him further.

A new scent came on the gentle summer breeze that stopped the stalker in his tracks. A deep growl emitted from his silvery flecked muzzle and his single aud aloft his enormous cranium perked forward, single green orb glancing back and forth as his blind white orb stared blankly ahead into the distance. "Who's out there? Show yourself sikla..." growled his dark, demonic voice.
It was another Balkar he'd scented, and he knew it...but if one would skulk in the shadows preying that of his own pack, then that was a cowardly act...and Carcharoth had no trouble in dealing with meaningless siklas..*

[Serg]

a dark shadow skulked in the depth of the shadows of the thicket, seeking out the darkest places to walk in. the sun, half sheilded though it was by the morning mist, and not yet drawn itself up to its full intensity, still echoed in the back of this varg's mind, like an irritating pricking he was ever aware of. even if the sun was still not warm enough yet to irritate him, he did his best to avoid it. the night gave him a cool head, and he was eager to keep it, and with it, his senses and rashionality.
as long as he stayed in the shadows, he stayed calm, and they reminded him of the night he so loved. as opposed to the day, where the burnign disc of Fenris flamed overhead, heating the Dragga to the point where he would lash out at any varg, regardless if they were friend or foe, in sheer frustration as his blood boiled in the relentless heat.

as a gruff voice caught his attention lips curled upwards to reveal sharp white teeth. annoyed that he had been so obsorbed in his own thoughts too much to notice the approach of another varg, also annoyed at the words spoken. drawing himself up to his full height Serg prowled out of the shadows he so lusted for and growled at the black wolf before him, recognising him instantly.

'sikla?' he asked quietly, but on the edge of his voice was a warning, concealed in his gravelly vocals. his upper lip and tail twitched and his amber gaze bored into Carcharoth's green eye.

[Carcharoth]

*The sudden appearance of his Dragga from within the darkness startled Carcharoth at first and he took a step back, growling with slight unease at the First’s tone. Cocking his single aud slightly he bowed his head lower from where it was once held high and dominant, giving Serg the respect he deserved. “Accept my apologies sir, I never recognised the scent as yours in specific, simply another Balkar who enjoyed the shadows a little…too much,” he replied deeply, vocals quivering with the deep intensity of his voice. Shifting his glimmering ember orb towards the shadows in which Serg had just emerged, Carcharoth tested the air for the scent of another- but found none. However he did manage to scent the strong stench of a foul mood, and his gaze once more shifted back to Serg, curiosity welling up inside him.

Raising his head from the bow he’d given Serg, Carch moved forward on his sturdy limbs, holding his tail rigid rather than erect, showing true power and strength, but still giving way the authority and command to his Dragga. Stopping not far from Serg, Carch turned his head and peered round towards the First, his milky white orb staring blankly into his soul, whilst the other seeing orb glanced just past him – avoiding eye contact for the reason he wished not to be torn to shreds by a varg in a plainly wretched mood. “What is it that seems to be bothering you today Sir? Bar the vengeful Fenris of course,” he grinned, knowing plainly the hate that all ebon pelted vargs felt for the sun God. “Has a pitiful sikla been hackling at your authority again? Do tell of the desolate little whelp…I’ve been dying from something to do…or someone..” *

[Serg]

Serg smiled wryly and allowed his pinky tongue to emerge from his blackened maw to lick at a recently gain scratch on his muzzle. yes, he probably did like the shadows too much, but then again, he felt he deserved some peace and quiet away from the yabbering nuisances that pestered him at a whim. with the Balkar, and with Sarnes, Serg valued his time on his own ad dearly as a poor man would value a gold coin.

with Carcharoth moving away Serg felt himself being lulled into his own thoughts, the fire in his amber eyes dimmed slightly as he retreated into the sanctity of his own mind, or in reality Carcharoth would ahve seen him staring rather intently at a bush. the deep vocals of the other male drew Serg out fo his reverie and his upper lip twitched as his mind registered the speech and began to process the beginnings of a fumbling answer.

'bothering?' he said slowly, chewing over each syllable. 'the sikla's always bother me Carcharoth, especially those darn whelps who think they're ten times the size of what they really are.' Serg snarled viciously. 'Wolfbane's teeth! i would love to hunt down each and every one of them and show them how small they really are!' Serg's fur began to bristle along his back and his maw distorted into a snarl as he growled at the imaginery pups. but truthfully Serg was not thinking of imaginery cubs, but rather, ones that belonged to a faemme that had been part of Sarnes. the betrayal she had wreaked by bearing a litter without his knowledge and consent, and sheltering an intruder in his territory had infuriated him, and he lusted for sweet revenge upon her. and if that meant hittest her where it would hurt the most, her flesh and blood, then he woudl do whatever it takes.

growling and slobbering over future plots and plans Serg had totally forgotten the presense of Carcharoth and a small pricking in his mind reminded him that he was in company. he snorted and turned his gaze to Carcharoth and smiled ruefully. 'if you really wish to help Carcharoth; then maybe you can. but not for a while yet.' he smiled secretly then turned his attention back to business. Cwen secretly hiding Huts in the marshlands of Sarnes had made him even more paranoid of intruders than he had been originally. he padded forward and scented the ground before him before he lifted his proud head up and allowed his eyes to scan the grounds he could see, searching for any movement that did not belong to that of a lera. he tried his best to ignore the fact that as he moved about in the light of the blasted sun, his temperature was beginning to rise, he twitched his tail irriatably, but directed his thoughts more towards his borders.
'so no pathetic sikla has tried to breach our borders today then?' he queried.

[Carcharoth]

*The snarl that passed over Serg’s muzzle with true fury and savage lust for blood only made Carcharoth’s sneer grow broader and his tail twitch at the tip. The madness that sparked a brutal wildfire in his Dragga’s eyes only drove Carch into a deeper madness himself – something he simply could not control on mental terms. However…there was a plotting tone within the First’s speech; something that drew Carcharoth in so that he wished to know more. Cocking his aud and craning his thick, muscular neck towards Serg, he growled deeply with interest. “Not for a while yet? Sir, do tell what you speak of as my curiosity has sprouted to the size of an enormous Douglas fir! You can’t keep am old Balkar hanging like a blackbird from the Vale’s entrance,” he chuckled darkly, pulling back his huge head to save Serg lashing out at him and causing an injury that was not needed.
Flicking his tail as the tense atmosphere now fell over the two ebony males; Carch growled deeply and decided to shift himself, moving forward and round slightly once more so that his tail was closer to the muzzle of Serg and his muzzle was closer to Serg’s. Observing as the hackles along Serg’s spine began to rise, his brow furrowed into a frown and his ghastly green orb glanced at up the intense expression across Serg’s face. Though just as Carcharoth was about to ask what was bothering his master once again, the First’s words came out sharply and sliced the thick anxiety that walled around them. Shaking his powerful jowls, Carch answered back shortly, trying to sound as though he had been doing his rounds as usual and giving back the same old remark. “As always sir, not a pathetic sikla in sight..” *

[Serg]

Serg's maw changed from a savage snarl into a wry smile as the muscles at the corner of his mouth tugged at the corners at the words of the Lead Lacan. he gave Carcharoth a calculating look and then licked his maw hungrily, salavating over the endless plots of revenge he mustered up in his mind. imagining the sweet taste of the blood of Cwen's pups. he did not notice the Balkar pull back his head, but he did not notice the careful action.

'yes, not yet. for i have been betrayed Carcharoth.' he began, his expression darkening. 'when my plans of revenge are ripe, i might have need to call on you. i would need help, i cannot take on two overprotective parents and how many other friends they have there.' Serg muttered a curse then, he knew he had no abated Carch's curiosity, and if the Lacan wished for more information, then he would answer more questions. Maybe together the two could contrive a perfect plan, for as his own mind was rotten in places, he suspected Carch would have several ideas he could put to some use. perhaps.

'Curse them by the very foul gods they worship!' he spat suddenly, snarling up at the hovering bright disk of the sun, that he had always despised. 'i would dearly like to see Wolfbane feast on their flesh, and the flesh of their litter. or to take their litter from them and make them watch whilst they perish. foul cubs of a worthless spirit.' growling he shook his head sharply, snorting, as if to clear his head. it seemed to work to some extent.

'none you say?' he said in reply to the male's answer. 'good.' he nodded curtly. always what he wanted to hear.

[Carcharoth]

*The word 'bertayed' sent Carch's lips curling into a savage snarl and a deep, unearthly growl pulsating through his vocals. The very thought of it make his hackles rise in anger and loathing. Though he'd never truly been bertayed before in his life, the idea of it furiated him. And if one such varg had managed to betray his Dragga, the First of the Balkar, Carcharoth would do anything he could to help Serg wreak a most savage and merciless revenge.
Nodding intently to Serg's minor ideas and wishes, the ebon male shifted himself to face Serg head on, swiping his tassel at the air and grinding his claws into the dirt. "Serg, I'll do anything you wish me to do - and I'd greatly enjoy the pleasure of aiding you in this revenge. I'll kill the litter myself if you asked me to!" his lips curled back further and his muscles began to quiver with the will to taste blood...that of a worthless soul.

The sun's rays began to grow stronger and puncture the thick layer of mist that haunted the Balkar terrain, heating the land below and not allowing it to escape through the thick atmosphere. Growling deeply, Carch threw a savage glance at the raging ball of flames in the sky, twitching his lip in irritation. Just like Serg, Carcharoth was a large, ebon male with a pelt as black as the midnight sky...Fenris was as much his enemy as the free varg of Transylvania. Or those who displeased and irritated him as much as the sun God did..*

[Serg]

Serg allowed himself a wry smile and surveryed Carcharoth closely. yes, he was glad he could trust this varg. and knew that Carch would make himself useful in Serg's plot for revenge. only, he needed a good plot.

'i want to hurt them as deeply as that slut burnt me. for i let her into my pack, and she repaid me only with betrayal.' Serg spat, snarlign savagely before he calmed himself down enough to think clearly. would just killing their litter be enough for him? sure it would make him feel good. but they would feel anger, not betrayal. but how could he force any one of their friends to betray them? could he get them to betray each other? rumour had it that Draeg had two mates, but Cwen still bore his litter, and they were still together. Serg's lips twitched in irritation. the sun god was not helping him think.

then it hit him, they held the pups dear, and both depised the Balkar and him beyond anything else. if he could get one of the pups to join his pack, would that hurt them enough? Serg sighed. no, the pups were too old now. their parents would have made too much of an impression on them for him to change their ways.

no, the pup would have to be a newborn. then what? then, he and Carcharoth could steal the pup and make him join the Balkar. yes, turn him into the very thing that Cwen and Draeg despised. if he brought up the cub, then having the cub see him as a father, would hurt them to no end. Serg grinned to himself. he liked that idea. slavering at the looks on their faces when he showed them that their pup thought of him as a father Serg allowed himself a laugh.
however his plan had one flaw. Cwen and Draeg would need to ahve another litter.

he gave Carcharoth a sideways glance.
'i have a plan Carcharoth.' he stated. 'what do you reckon the chances are that a pair of loved up fools will have themselves another litter?'

[Carcharoth]

*The plotting that went on secretly behind Serg's eyes drew Carch in deeper, his enormous neck craning in closer to the other ebon male, aud perked and listening intently...almost as if he were trying to hear Serg's very thoughts.
His blank white orb glistened under the light of Fenris and he growled deeply as the merciless sun God began to burn through his raven black pelt...making the crazed Balkar feel as though his entire coat was on fire. Before he was able to through another snarl or foul worded comment to the God he despised, Serg's muzzle opened to pour out sly words that intreiged Carch to no end.

Flicking his aud and sitting back on his haunches into a more comfortable fashion, the giant beast chuckled darkly and nodded slowly, tail twitching at the tip in deep thought. His loose skin and massive amount of body mass simply shuddered and shook in a grotesque fashion with every subtle movement he made. "I believe that such a loved up couple would have no hessitation sir. But come now, don't hold this plot off any longer or my already broken mind will shatter further with anticipation!" *

[Serg]

Serg did not back away, nor did he take much notice of the other male's neck carning forward, he was thinking too deeply. plus he had known about the Lacan's state of midn when he appointed him to the position as Head of that profession. he was a good warrior, and a good ally. although Serg never went so far as to call another varg his friend.

he smiled wryly at Carch's words. true enough, he had kept him in the dark for long enough, and if he were in Carcharoth's position, he too would be dying of curiosity and impatience. 'that's good to hear my dear Lacan. very good. for my plan for revenge depends solely on this hope that they will bring another whelp into this world.'

he cast a final judging glance to Carch, then laughed to himself. 'this may sound ridiculous, and i will need your help on this, possibly Lheaht's too. for what i am about to suggest will strike them at their ery miserable hearts.' his eyes set afire with a new flame of malice and he licked his coal-stained maw greedily. then the words of his plan began to spill out, as if he had been contemplating this his whole life, rather than just a few minutes.

'this couple, Cwen and Draeg if you have heard of them. have just had a litter. now, i could kill one of their cubs, but that would anger them, rather than make them feel anything like betrayal. so i figure, what do they both depise above all else?' Serg chuckled, 'well, they hate the Balkar, and both loathe me.' he grinned. 'if i could get one of their pups to join the Balkar... but then i had a better idea. if i could get one of their pups to join my pack, and think of me as a father. well, i would love to see the look on their faces when they learn that their offspring is loyal to their loathed enemy. it would mean that i would have to put up a wretched pup, but i could do that for the sake of hurting them. plus in the long run, we would gain another Balkar.' Serg smiled slyly.

'only, their current litter are too old, they will be loyal to their parents, and no doubt be taught to hate and fear me. i would need a more impressionable youth. a newborn.' Serg paused. 'if you and myself distract the parents, Lheaht could steal the pup. or, perhaps we could trick them into thinking that a bear or lynx took their child. only to discover at a later date that we had fooled them.' Serg's brow creased into a frown. 'that part i am undecided on, trickery, or strength and skill. trickery would mean that we dont have to quash any foolish rescue attempts....' Serg trailed off and regarded Carch carefully, waiting for his reaction to his plan. would he like it? or simply think his Dragga a fool for placing his plan of revenge on the hope that the couple would ahve another cub?

[Carcharoth]

*The plan was slowly explained, and slowly Carcharoth listened, his ever attentive aud alert and perked to take in every word his Dragga spoke. With the finished notes of Serg's devilish plan, the grin that was on Carch's muzzle simply stretched and crept further up his muzzle so that it became dark and eerie with delight. Chuckling in a demonic fashion he nodded with contempt and sat back again on his haunches, brushy tail twitching at the tip in thought. "Oh sir that is indeed a grand plan. And I do happen to know the male you speak of, Draeg. I met him one night at the valley's peak. He was a worthless looking runt at the time I admit. But from what you say - well he seems to have gotten stronger since then," he glanced away and for a brief moment throught of the night he'd met the strong headed male.

Growling deeply he glanced back to Serg with a rather grave look flickering in his orbs. He'd been out amongst the kerls and no man's lands lately to venture and get news from the land - and one such piece of information he held might displease his First greatly. "Sir, I've heard some news whilst outside the Balkar territory. This couple you speak of - they are not the new Dragga and Drappa of the Ge-Rad pack. Would that not make this whole idea and plan of capture that little bit more difficult to succeed in?" Carcharoth wasn't sure if Serg had already heard of this news - after all, he ran two packs and knew far more varg than himself. But in any case, he thought it best to share and hope that his Dragga would not think of him as a coward in any way to see a task as 'difficult'.*

((Just thought I should bring it up ^^ ))

[Serg]

Serg growled. 'it was not with him i fought, but with the runt that followed him about. Huts i think she styled herself.' Serg licked his lips. 'yes.. well, she was easily disposed of. but Draeg? no i havent had the pleasure of tasting his blood yet.'

Serg stared at Carcharoth carefully for a while, then smiled slowly. 'yes... i had heard that too. i had dismissed it as a rumour that was designed to put me off. but if you so wish, i can find some other varg to assist me in my plans if you find the task too, unsuited, for yourself.' Serg said, eyeing the black mann carefully. of course he expected nothing else than for Carch to wish to go, he knew this varg was no coward. true enough, now that they werer the Alphas of a proper pack, it would make such a thing a lot more difficult. but not impossible.

'Ge Rad is weak.' he growled deeply, 'it will make no difference to my plan. it just makes this whole situation much more... interesting.' he smiled smugly. yes, rivalry such as this between two Alphas meant that by doing such a thing as stealing their pup, Serg could have an entire pack pressing on his borders. Serg swished his tail and his amber eyes flashed. but he had two packs, fighting packs. GeRad could be no mathc for both the Balkar and for Sarnes. no. it was weak at the end of Talla and Bryrpaw's reign, and it would take Draeg and Cwen a while for them to even bring it up to challenge Sarnes, with no mention of the Balkar. Serg smiled. it seemed the twist in his life that he had not planned for was working to his advantage.

[Carcharoth]

*Shaking his head vigerously, Caarcharoth growled deeply and threw Serg an almost savage glare as to even suggestion that he'd pull out. No. Carch was the varg to aid Serg in his plans against the two new appointed Ge-Rad alphas. "Sir, I shall be more than willing to help you in succeeding against the pair. Wolfbane's lair I need something to do and some excitement to keep this pack and its reputation up. After all, we may be stealing a cub - but we'll have to fight adults to get to it. And they are the ones that I wish to taste the blood form," he stuttered quickly, his muzzle dripping with saliva at the thought of slane vargs which lay all bloody and torn before him - all because of what he'd managed to accomplish.
For a second his pupil shrunk to a mere pin-point before dilating once more and making him aware again of his surroundings. Growling darkly he shook his head slightly and peered back and forth, flicking his tail in thought. "So what's you plan of breaching the pack then sir?"

[Serg]

Serg smiled knowingly, yes, he knew that Carch would say that. However, he did not want to let the parents know that he had taken their pup. No, he would need to steal it without them knowing, letting them think that a lynx had taken their pup from their den. Then he would be left alone with the runt, he would be given time to let the pup grow to like him, view him as a father. Be loyal to him through everything. Then, at the appropriate time. He would tell the pup lies perhaps, let the pup know that he was not his actual father, but maybe, he had rescued him from the cloying family life of GeRad, the glutinous paws of Cwen and Draeg. Draeg, who had already sired too many pups already. The actual lies he would tell this pup he would have to think of later, carefully plan exactly what he needed to say to the pup. But whatever he said, he would ensure that Cwen and Draeg found out that their pup that they thought had been killed, was in fact alive. Maybe he could allow them to find out from an appropriate source. Tasa he was sure would love to ruin his plans before they were ripe. So that kerl would not be a good form to find out.

A wry grin spread across Serg’s features as it suddenly dawned on him who he should get to tell Cwen and Draeg of their misfortune and of his brilliant plan. He knew someone who lived amongst the GeRad vargs. Someone Cwen and Draeg could trust.
Ivee.
Yes, she could say that she found out, and then he would be able to gloat over his victory over his enemies.

Salivating over the faces he anticipated his enemies would pull at their despair that one of their offspring viewed him as a father, Serg growled deeply and shook his head slightly. ‘we will have to go into GeRad lands and immerge without them having known that we had been there. I need to have time with the pup for it to grow to thinking of me as a father. And that will succeed without me having to worry about GeRad vargs attempting to sneak into my territory and steal back their pup.’

Serg sighed. ‘our chance for blood I think, will come after. For I am almost sure of an impeding war with GeRad. So, my plan for the pup, will be making them think that it was taken by a lynx. If you and I distract the Alphas by appearing at their borders, we can send in Lheaht to snatch the pup.’ Serg growled, whisked his tail around. ‘I haven’t long been thinking of the technicalities. If you have any suggestions, feel free to voice them.’

[Carcharoth]

Aud perked as he listened to the plan Serg had concuted and he growled slightly with disapointment. He had been hoping to spill some blood - but this plan meant that they were a mere target for distraction whilst Lheaht claimed all the glory. But never the less - Carcharoth would not argue with his Dragga and he merely nodded in return before speaking. "That is a fine plan indeed Sir. And if those pathetic Ge-Rad varg cause us any grief during the process - then I ask for permission to spill some worthless varg blood?" he grinned broadly at the concept, hoping greatly that Serg would agree with him. After all - it had been a while since he'd spilt the blood of the innocent and good-hearted.

Growling deeply again his emerald orb flashed with a hidden maddness and his ivory teeth flashed behind his ebony gums. Letting out an extremely random and unprecitable snarl, Carcharoth's pupil dilated and he shook his head violently before getting to a stand still and shaking his entire body, sending loose water droplets that had settled from the moist, misty air and dead hairs into the atmosphere.
His tail began to wag slowly and his gaze fell back apon Serg as though something ahd suddenly over-taken his mind before dispersing back into nothing again.

Letting out a slight cough he looked behind him before sitting back down again and curling his tassel round his large paws. "Apologies sir. A few...memories...came to mind," he lied bluntly. Hiding his tinted words behind a deep, demeaning growl.