The Meeting Hollow

[Serg]

In the very centre of the Balkar territory lies a large clearing, in the centre of which is a large rock which is the First's rock surrounded by all the long grass and scattered shrubs. For this is the Meeting Hollow of the Balkar where vargs from each pack congregrate, converse, and laze about resting from their daily lives of terrorizing and blood spilling.

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*The days heat boiled the ground and it's stoney soil that seemed almsot infertile, barren, now that most of the trees around the Meeting Place and the Balkar territory altogether were dying or wilting.
Sluggish paws trailed behind one another as they carried a small crimson varg towards the great rock which struck out from the center of the clearing like a baying whale in a sea of green...or now a sea of yellow ochre - as due to the lack of rain fall, the grass had become dry and desolate. A growl escaped his scarred muzzle and he was suddenly reminded of the wentch Demon, the one who'd given him the scar many many moons ago.

His muzzle wrinkled into a snarl at the thought and he crawled under the giant bolder, no longer caring that he was neither First not Second of the Balkar. Though often since he'd become Second so long ago, he'd brought the udnerside of the bolder as the Second's station...though from the beginning this had been where he lay - curled in a savage fall of fury, only to unleash his anger in bursts of snarls and snaps at othes who padded pst his post.
Knowing now that Ziev had taken up the postion, Leohlic wondered if he'd wish for this spot. And if he did...then he'd have to take it from Leoh via a battle - for this spot he lay in consisted of so many memories Leohlic had to trapse back years into his mind to find them.

The shade provided a cool environment for the old Balkar as he stretched his legs though kept his back arched into a curled form as he glared out at the empty clearing. It was clear their numbers had dropped since the old days...though news was sent on the breeze that Serg was having the Balkar a grand old come back..*[/glow]

[Captain Z]

[glow=black,2,300]

Saphire optics opened with a jolt, as the night hunter rested under the acidic soil beneath a conifer. His breath was jumpstarted, as an old scent had crossed with the gentle breeze. Yet from where he lay, the terrain before him was vacant of life. Wilted branches sulked towards the floor, their leaves already changing colours, toxin greens changing into faded shades of yellow and red.

Rising to fours, he stepped forward slowly, his dark hued coat still untouched by the few piercing rays of the sun. The breeze changing direction, falling east now, the scent had left his nasals. Even the scent being somewhat familiar, he did not let away his guard.

Ziev was one who had never bothered searching the lands for a defined place to sleep. To him, it never mattered, he was never a consistant varg. Where ever the sunlight or moonlight never touched the soil, was where he'd rest, and thats how he would keep it in the many moons to come.

A sharp eye caught the crimson varg rested under the former second's station. But a quick glimpse of a scared maw told him that this was no enemy.

He padded slowly into the hollow, stepping over the last few downed branches. "Make yourself at home, stranger." He said aloud, a soft echo heard off the hollowed trees in the surroundings. He knew now who it was, and he knew that he should respect this varg. He halted several feet away from the wolf, and lowered his head slowly, showing respect for the authority this wolf once held. "Welcome home, Leoh."[/glow]

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*The large ebon paws of another varg approached as Leoh observed from beneath the rock's roof. His lips twitched into a light snarl, but then turned into a wry grin as he noticed the varg aloft them; Ziev. Nodding back at the new appointed Second, Leoh shuffled himself so that his front was now outside from under the rock and he peered up into the crystal blue orbs of the now adult he remembered taking in to the ranks.
"I see you've worked your way up from when I brought you in. Congratulations."
There was pride in his co-arse voice, though he also showed irritance. For though he was proud of Ziev...he wasn't sure how old he was yet - and thinking back to he day he was dubbed Second..he was already at least 3. However...he let it pass and he shuffled furhter under the rock once more, disapearing nearly almost from sight completely.
"I thank you for the welcome...but I do not deserve that no longer."[/glow]

[Captain Z]

[glow=black,2,300]

Lifting his head from the bow, Ziev managed to smile. A stepped forward to the shade of a wilted and dying willow tree, adjacent to the seconds post. Turning around, his cold blue eyes noted his surroundings, finding that the former first had drifted in by himself.

Turning back to the second, he sat onto his haunches, and rested his forepaws, stretching them out front and scratching the hard surfaced soil. "Why thanks, you've taught me well." he spoke, his gaze off in the distance, watching as the light sifted through breaks in the decaying trees.

The corner of his eye caught the crimson varg sinking into the shadows of the rock. He flipped his gaze to where the varg once was, and looked back off into the horizon, the words of the former first being questioned again and again by his mind.

" I'd say that you deserve more than much of us Balkar could offer. You've raised us from runts and siklas. Worked with complete cowards, to turn them to fierce night hunter. You've led this pack for terms longer than many of us have existed, seen the coldest battles, and the most brutal of enemy. Nothing will take that away. Here, your name is whispered only as a legend, Sir. " The ebony wolf said, swiping his paw off the solid floor. A respected and proud tinge to his gaze.

"Your a mentor to me as a leader. I question why your thoughts are drifting this way." His cold blue eyes shifted toward the darkness of where the first formerly lay.[/glow]

[Serg]

the dark trees rustled slightly in the cool breeze that broke apart the heat that plagued the lands of Transylvania. a darker shadow prowled through the woods, his amber eyes set like burning coals in his midnight pelt. he licked his coal-stained maw with his pinky tongue, at the current moment, he was not feeling the heat as much as he normally would have been. his fur was still drenched with water from Sarnes, and although the mud was beginning to dry on his legs, his fur was still damp, keeping the jet-black wolf cool and calm in the heat.

as he slipped out of the trees and into the meeting hollow he scanned it, checking who was present. as he stalked closer he saw the Second, Ziev, talking to a wolf hidden under the shadows of the rock. Serg tilted his head in a curious fashion. there had only ever been one wolf to claim that spot as his own. a varg he had not had the pleasure of meeting in such a long while.

Serg trotted round, and saw the head appear from the shadows, a familiar pelt and scarred muzzle and Serg allowed the corner of his mouth to perk into a recognizeable smile. halting he dipped his head in welcome, and to show he still showed respect for his former First, who had taught him all he knew.

'Leohlic,' he said, his welcoming voice full of reverence but as he began to talk more, it grew more normal, to show that he still viewed the former First as a friend and not just a varg who had once held a great position here. 'it has been too long since we saw your face here, where in the world have you been?'

[Leohlic]

[glow=red,2,300]*Leoh ignored the gaze of Zeiv as he stared at his paws, worn and creased like an old human's hand, aged from years of hard work and experience. His aud flexed and he listened to the words of the new Second and couldn't help but allow a sly grin to creep along his muzzle. Passing a glance pack at the ebon varg laying under the shade of an old, wilting willow. He remembered the day he'd allowed the varg to enter his ranks, and remembered knowing him not at all well...maybe now he could?
Growling deeply he was about to reply when the appearance of yet another ebon varg entered the scene and his gaze flitted towards the First as he approached. Growling deeply Leoh nodded his head back in return, finding it rather awkward that he was now a delta and being treated with respect as though he were still First.
"Me? Oh I've just been wandering round...no where in particular."
With a shryg he lied. He'd been to the Kerl lands and back to List...or at least back to his old pack for a short time to meet Fiory...though the rest of the pack never showed up.
It simply toyed further with his crazed mind and he glanced away from the two and peered into the shadowed rock he lay beneath, body trembling slightly as a great pains truck through his gut. With a savage bite to his tongue he managed to stop the pain and lapped at the taste of his own bitter, black blood.
The pains had been growing more frequent and painful of late, and now the only thing he could do to suffice it was to taste blood...and often it would have been his own..*[/glow]