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Post by Captain Z on Jan 4, 2006 23:21:19 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,900] The ivory sikla grew more stubborn, withstanding towards the uplifted onyx claw, resting its smoother back almost on the fur of the Sikla's neck, the ridge wait only inches from the vein that would mean the end to mortallity. Mortallity. What a lovely word that was. The fact that everyone would be weak, the fact that all would fall. The Second had not met one wolf yet who deserved immortality, though Tamra and Leoh were very close.
The sikla muttered words of rebuttle, almost sounding like a whine to the auds of the Second. He smirked slightly, turning his head to the side, the livid face of the sikla staring back at him, his hackles raised, and the whole nine yards. "You know, I hear that alot." Ziev almost laughed, turning away from the sikla.
Turning his head back to Fiory, the crimson tipped auds heard another voice, Leoh's daughter is was, a name still missing from the mind, though that hadn't mattered. She did make a statement, Leoh's pup had rights to live. Though, regardless, the Second knew, that no pup would ever replace Leohlic, nor Shatocwen. They had both been wolves, you'd never find in such, dreaded valleys. The Second scoffed, ignoring the statement.
Though finally, the Ge-Rad dragga found the sense in him to withdraw, his surpressed rage almost a mere accomplishment for the Second, though he also knew that no comment of Draeg's toward the Second would not be left unturned. A war there would be, and in good time, Draeg would remember the Second's name, in his dance with the devil himself, Wolfbane. He smirked, watching the worthless figure disappear towards foreign lands of Ge-Rad.
He turned to Fiory, a smirk lighting his own onyx maw. He decided that his promises to Fiory would be kept, he'd retire from the mountains now, clutching a picture of the new Dragga of Ge-Rad in is mind, and tasting the motives of a winter's war. Though List almost seemed a place of vague intrest, though a reason did not slip to his mind. Put aside the pack of worthless wolf, it was a nice place, almost seeing the motives of Leohlic, choosing these lands for that of new found pack, List. He snarled slightly. Yes, put aside the wolf. Soon, Soon enough.
"True to my word, I will be Fiory. I shall see you all, in good time."The Second smirked, turning to the misted lands below, noting a break in the sunlight, though its rays severed from the poisonous river, toxin evergreens, and deceased willows, of that which the Night Hunters thrived.[/glow]
//crap post.\\
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Post by Drathlic on Jan 5, 2006 8:06:59 GMT -5
((It's a bit late in the thread I know, but so much happened that Drathlic should know that I need to join >.< Apologies to those who want this thread to end...and also sorry for the rambling that is this post...))
The young, ruddy male padded down the mountainside after several days absence. He was swiftly reaching adult hood due to the harsh winters and was very often finding himself acting like one. His whole life as a cub he'd vowed never to become one - for the fun and games that a cub shared with siblings or friends he never witnessed between those of adults. It depressed him to think that with age, a varg was to become serious and never play. But this was far from the truth. Adults, as much as cubs, enjoyed play. But only when the oppertunity arrose. It had just been due to grave times of winter and the oncoming of war - which he still had not heard news of - that no adult he knew had the time nor energy to play. And with spending time on his own through the savage cold within the mountain List's territory surrounded, Drathlic had started to understand the need for true survival and that play was only a factor of time. If he got the time where he was not hunting, shetlering from the savage storms or making his way through snow covered paths to find a safe way down, he'd have chosen play. But no. He'd had to put survival before the cub games he enjoyed so much. And this was only a few suns on his own, not a lifetime!
Growing lonely with only his continues thoughts and questions, Drathlic had made his way down the rocky terrain and was now bounding happily acrross it's roots, heading in the direction of...well...anywhere. Voices and the thick aroma of different scents had caught his attention, so his instinct drove him to the gathering of pack members, balkar and Ge-Rad Dragga. But when the image of Balkar and Ge-Rad came to his mind, the ruddy male came to a skidding halt not far away from the gathering, his auds perking and heart beat accelerating. Why had these two strangers came to List? Had Shayla's father come to see him? Had Shayla come with him? He could find no traces of her scent, so that thought quickly evaded him mind. Then, as he crept closer with silent steps, Drathlic caught sight of the large ebony beast. His eyes reflected the same bright hue of his own and the youngster gasped. How could he treat Silent and Sudak the way he'd done and got away with it? Why was Fiory not driving him out of their lands? But as their talk continued and Drathlic began to pay attention, he heard much talk of a single varg. Leohlic? Who was he? Gryffin's father? He...he was a Balkar?!
Drathlic's maw dropped in fright and fear as he began to back away. Watching dumbly as Ziev and Draeg departed from the group- only now were those of List left. Fiory, Silent, Gryffin, Sudak and Renn. His heart pounded within his chest as though it were ready to explode. His pack, the one he'd grown to love, was allies with the Balkar? Born from a true First that, he gathered, had now come to pass into Wolfbane's clutches? What was he to do now? The pack of savage males had always brought a great fear to the ruddy youth and he had always hated them for what they were well known for. Killing. Breaking apart families. Hating cubs with a vengance. Shaking his head sadly, Drathlic was at a loss. Getting to his trembling limbs he slowly made his way out from behind the brush and padded towards his Drappa and Beta's, head hung low in respect as well as his tail. Smiling faintly towards Renn and Silent, he peered up at Gryffin in particular - knowing that if he wanted questions answered, she would be the best to ask. For she was indeed, part Balkar herself.
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Post by Fiory on Jan 5, 2006 11:26:28 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,3,00]((Oh please Ziev, that was marvelously written, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. )) Though silent as she was, that ebony form of skin and bones just kept herself still, watching the threats made from Ziev to her Beta Sudak. A final nod was all the movement Fiory made as Draeg turned from List's lands and made his way, the Drappa supposed, to his own homelands. As that onyx male made his way back to the Balkarin lands, Fiory could not help but feel a peice of her life burn and float away. That fire in her hues began to glimmer and die once more, and though still young as she was, Fiory seemed to age before their eyes. Once out of sight of Ziev, her head lightly fell a few inches, and those eyes closed with exhaustion. It took a lot of courage and a lot of her young flame to stand up to the second of the Balkar, and though looked upon as either hated or with a new respect, it was nothing Fiory herself wished. The wind seemed to billow against her rigid frame, and ice ran through her spine, only warmed by that beating heart. The appearence of Drathlic, a young adolescent male in List, did not go unnoticed, though it was ignored for the time being. First and foremost, she must speak with her neice. "Gryffin.." Though she did not turn to face her neice, nor did she even open her eyes until after the name had been gently breezed forth. "I am sorry...you probably think that I had ment your father cared for nothing but himself....this is untrue, for though I know he was a former First, I never saw him as a balkar wolf...No...He was more god then Balkar First, and I will always respect him for what he was while he ruled List, not for him being in with the Night Hunters." Silence fell again, and billows of mist wafted from the ebony female's nostrils and agape maw. So much she felt she needed to say, yet little words would come to her. One would have expected her to be angry at her Beta Mann, Sudak, for interviening like that. It was couragious yes, but it only caused more trouble for Fiory to deal with. Though, this was not the impression the stargazer gave him. Quietly, she turned her back to the Balkar lands, and her sickly frame moved back to Sudak's side. Her eyes had opened and they seemed to brighten, if slightly with the effect. "Sudak, though I appreciate how passionate you were to protect your cubs and your family...you must know that Ziev's threats were empty things and should not be taken seriously....Nor were they directly intended for you or your family..." Fiory said softly, giving the faintest of smiles to try and reassure him that she did actually like what he had done. Though inside, she felt as though she had wanted to smack him for butting in as he had. This of course, was cleverly hidden away. Without another glance, her ears turned backward and she moved to leave them, just as the other alphas had done, though she wouldn't be too far if they needed her. Over her shoulder, she spoke again to the beta mann, her voice a light bit sterner then her praise from before. "Anything the Balkar males have to say, you can bet your life to their Wolfbane that it will always be against me, and no other." The statement was clearly said, not only to Sudak, but to everyone else in the area. She did not want her pack to fear the Balkar, though she could not stop them from doing so. Keeping silent once more, the Drappa moved to begin a walk, to clear her thoughts and to steady her mind. Unwillingly, her mind repeated moments of her past, of the fires that killed her family and how she vowed to walk through that same fire now for this new found family she adored. Within her own mind, she repeated the words she had howled to Tor's eye the night of her parent's death... "I touch the fire, and it Freezes me... I look into it and it's black... Why can I feel? My skin should crack and peel... I want the fire back... Now through the smoke, she calls to me. To make my way across the flame.. To save the day? Or maybe melt away? I guess it's all the same...
So I will walk through the fire, Cause where else can I turn? I will walk through the fire... And let it....burn...."((Oh yay for Buffy the Musical: Once more with Feeling, and it's incredible inspiration for this crap post...x.x' :-P heh))[/glow]
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Renn
Sikla
Adolescent of List
Renn's Status: In Love & Lust
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Post by Renn on Jan 5, 2006 11:42:46 GMT -5
Rennn smiled, giving encouragement to Gryffin, their emerald oculars meeting. The disturbance of the shrubbery surprised Renn and she picked up the scent of Drathlic. Reluctant to leave Gryffin's side, the golden shades faemme eventually padded to the ruddy youth, stopping as she watched the midnight demon that had been amongst them a few moments before. "A waste of wolf," Renn muttered as she watched the retreating ebony back. Continuing onward to Drathlic, Renn whispered in his quivering aud, "I need to speak with you after this, Drathlic." The discussion she wanted to have was a mini War Council, but about one particular subject that had been in Renn's mind since a few suns ago when the first rumours of War had reached her ears.
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Post by Drathlic on Jan 5, 2006 14:52:38 GMT -5
Peering up at Fiory as she turned to speak with Sudak, the ruddy male noticed all of a sudden how old his Drappa now looked. Her bony body and exhausted looking eyes made Drathlic's ears pull back and a slight whine to escape his muzzle. She didn't appear healthy to him in the slightest. It looked as though she had grown hungry and diseased due to the rough winter. Her sad voice trailed away as the ebony Drappa began to leave the clearing - muttering words that he could barely hear and that he deffinitely did not understand. Turning his head round towards Gryffin again, he was ready to ask his question but stumbled back in fright as Renn suddenly appeared by his side. Listening to her voice he cocked his head and looked truly baffled. What was it they needed to talk about?
Pushing this to the back of his mind he nodded kindly to his friend and gave her a light lick on the muzzle, sitting down sluggishly in the thick white snow. Drathlic peered up at Gryffin and let out a short whimper. "Gryffin. Sorry for not being here lately, but, I needed time to think. And, only catching part of what was going on in here, I'm ever so confused," he began, looking from Silent, to Renn, to Sudak and then back to Gryffin. He felt as though they were all listening and that he was on trial. It was sort of embaressing, for they knew what was going on - where as he didn't. "Well, I'd just like to know a bit more about List. About...the enemies it has and the allies it has. And also...if you wouldn't mind...telling me a bit about the Balkar's ways. They're not all that bad are they?" he sincerely hoped not. Otherwise the male would surely be lost with a decision about the pack he now loved...and the varg within it.
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Post by Bristol on Jan 5, 2006 20:57:18 GMT -5
[Should've posted a while back, huh? Well, I'm not really sure what is going on so I'll just post here so my character at least will know. I haven't read all the posts either, would take too long, but I'll try and go back over them...]
Large paws hit the crusted snow in rythm to one another. The pads left cracks where they had been, leaving a clear trail to any who wished to follow. A thick ebon pelt covered the large male varg, one of the mightest of putnar and one of the most feared. Instead of the traditional gold of a wolf's eyes, the dragga held azure painted oculars that were slightly off-hue to one another. His large auds were pricked and listening for sounds. Hearing nothing the large ebony male shrugged and turned towards the mountains. Two tan lines distinguished this varg from others, clear that this was the ebony male Bristol, the Dragga of the List pack.
Growling under his breath he ascended the rocky slopes. He hadn't anything to do yet was tired of the usual patrolls he often found himself doing. At least he could find quiet and solitude in these mountain ranges. A cloud formed before his jaws as he breathed outward, and he watched it disperse with bored intrest. Looking toward the sky he tried to find the mighty Tor, whom he had once thought watched them from her peak in the sky. But now he only saw a round orb giving light where it was needed, he had long given up on seeing the moon goddess. Was the same with Fenris. At the moment he shook his pelt. Bristol wanted no thoughts to plauge him as they often did. Despite his efforts he could not clear his mind. Maybe that was what being a Dragga was like. Sighing the ebony specter continued.
His mind crawled along his past, remebering his former life, when he hadn't so many thoughts or responsibilities to rob him of carelessness. Bristol remembered his former Dragga and Drappa and shook his head mournfully. He had respected both highly and when he was younger thought them invincible, both truly couragous and wise. But eventually they had both died, lost to the years to only to be remembered. Again Bristol inhaled the sharp, sweet mountainous scent. One he had missed all too much. With nothing else to occupy himself with his mind kept returning to the birth of his cubs. He hadn't known of them till just a while ago, and just a small time ago he found out his two daughters had perished, he had found little time with his only living son either, after Bristol had returned Orion had gone to join the Balkar. You couldn't stop time or rewind it, like Bristol so wished to do.
After a while of wandering aimlessly on the mountain side he decided that he had thought enough. Pushing his maw toward the sky he tried to scent any lera that would satisfy his knawing hunger and keep any further thoughts from entering his mind. A hare was all that would be found upon the breeze, stale as it was it was something to do, so Bristol set off in search of his prey. Soon though it became slightly fresher, though it was obviously long gone. Growling irritatedly he started down the mountain. A light layer of mist veiled the topmost point of the mountains, and also it was colder up here than it was in the valley or the rest of the lands of List.
Once again Bristol began to wander. He felt not like sleeping, nor was there any prey that was nearby or close enough for the ebony Dragga to pursue. So he had to satisfy himself with checking the borders. Slowly the apparation-like wolf began to circle his land, refreshing the scent marks so none would be confused with were his lands began and ended, like one did not long ago.
After a time of patrolling he thought he had scented a stranger. Stopping he rescented the breeze. Yes, now he could be sure. A few at that, of Ge-Rad mostly, but Bristol couldn't decifer any others though there may be different pack members as well. He did smell his own pack as well. Growling to himself for not being here when the strangers entered his lands he started off at an easy lope t0ward what he imagined to be a gathering.
As he proceeded he found that not only Ge-Rad, but Balkar were here in List. Bristol growled. Why were two packs here. He had not heard of the war that was to start, so was oblivious to that fact. Preferring to stay quite since it had obviously broken up he slithered through the dense shadows to appear in a small clearing. The wolves from the different packs seemed to be leaving, and the group was slowly going their seperate ways. He heard little, for he was not paying attention to words though the Dragga should've. Once again Bristol found himself snarling, more to himself than anyone. Seeing Fiory leave he slowly began to take to a trot. He needed to know what had happened and didn't know who else other to go to than his mate, the Drappa of List.
"Fiory!" Bristol barked, his voice the first thing to alert his presence to the vargs present other than his scent. She seemed in thought, and was reluctant to disturb her. "Why...What happened? Why was Ge-Rad on our land, and the Balkar as well? Forgive my ignorance but I had no knowledge of this 'gathering' till now." Bristol pateintly waited for his mate to reply, greeting her with a lick and a wag of his tail.
[[-.-, eh, writers block... forgive me for the late and utterly crappy post -.-]]
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Post by Gryffin on Jan 7, 2006 2:17:47 GMT -5
Gryffin watched as Ziev turned around and began to make his exit a smirk on the beta's lips as she watched him leave. "This won't be the last time we see him" Gryffin whispered to Renn upon hearing her comment on the Second. Gryffin chuckled, though she had to say, she didn't mind too much of that particular character. He was a true Second. Gryffin then turned around, her hackles lifted a she heard some more rustling from the bushes.
Her emerald gaze fell upon the young male drathlic. Gryffin dipped her muzzle in greeting to him. But Fiory's words had caught Gryffins attention and so the beta turned to look at her ebony hued drappa. Gryffin padded closer to Fiory and listened intently to her speech and nodded. Gryffin still was wary of talk about her father but she listened still and her only reply was a nuzzle to her drappa.
Before long though another rustle fro the bushes were heard and Gryffin swung her head around to see who was there now. Her emerald oculars zoomed in on a black form that appeared and began making his way toward the group. Gryffin bowed her front as she greeted the male Bristol, the dragga.
"The war my dragga" Gryffin spoke gravely. "Another war is about to unfold between rivaling packs. Gryffin told him and continued on about the news "The gerad and the balkar, they're at war. and news is that Ge rad has deor on their side and balkar has Sarnes. Both wish of List's aid." Gryffin said and looked to Fiory. Perhaps her drappa could carry on about the news.
Gryffin looked to Drathlic and turned herself around to face him. He had indeed asked a strange topic. But of course Drathlic was one of List's newest recruits and had not had the chance of knowing its lengthy history. Well Gryffin hoped the youth would be ready in this history lesson. GRyffin looked at Drathlic and began. "Well List was created by my parents. Leohlic and Shatocwnn. Who are they you ask? Well Leohlic was one of the greatest balkars. He was the second of the balkar, later made into the First. Not only that but every where his name was spoken, it was spoken with fear. And Shatocwnn was the first and primarily the only she wolf ever allowed in the balkar territories." Gryffin said and paused before continuing. "List was a fierce pack. When I was born there had been ermm 5 other wolves that i remember well. Bila, the skilled warrioress, Lyft the swift emissary, Ixy my mother's sister i believe, Fiory your star gazing drappa and the regal Bristol. But because of my father we were very close to the balkar. And some talked of us as the second balkar pack. Oh yes we were fierce but very loyal to each other.When one was in danger a packmate would be there in no time to protect. No soon after that Sudak had joined us"
"Then my mother... she had gotten sick and had died." Gryffin said softly. "Then a great she wolf Bila took over. She was fierce and headstrong as well. She was known to List as the Fire Drappa. She led us well, and he knew what to do when we were at a loss. During the long freezing season of last winter. List was starving. Fiory had given birth to her first litter and we needed food desperately. We arranged a journey to Koran to retrieve food, as Koran seems to always have an assess of food. They waged war and their drappa Tarkah" Gryffin spat her name. "Had killed Bila. Koran is our worst enemy. And tarkah," Gryffin growled, "She should be killed for what she's done" Gryffin growled and looked to Drathlic.
"No soon later did our lead emissary die. Lyft. She had taught me everything she knew. her swiftness and fleet footed speed can be matched by no other. So then Fiory took over and here we are now." Gryffin said and looked around, "And with some additions to the pack here and there" she conjured up a small smile.
"We are allies with the balkar, and linked forever o them because of List's heritage. List and the Balkar have always been on good terms. and I hope we stay that way. As for our enemies. Koran. and Deor for aiding the Koran in their battles." Gryffin spoke and looked to Drathlic. "Oh the balkar. Yes its true, they believe in the cult of Wolfbane, i cannot deny that. but I'll have to say, no they are not all that bad." Gryffin said. Perhaps she was just tied with them to know how dangerous they really were. But Gryffin had grown up with the balkar as family, and would never learn to fear them as other kerl's and packs would. Gryffin then looked at Drathlic and she cocked her head, her eyes signaling her pondering about the curiosity behind drathlic's question. Her lips parted, "Is there anything you wish to know Drathlic?"
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Post by Drathlic on Jan 10, 2006 10:44:57 GMT -5
As Drathlic listened to gryffin's explanation, his auds fell and so too did his eyes and jaw. He couldn't believe it. The pack he'd joined and grown to love, not only that, but he'd brought two of his good friends into, was created and still allies with the Balkar, a pack he feared and loathed. And apaprently, so too did his Drappa by the way she'd spoken to and treated the large ebony male who'd only previously left the scene along with Ge-Rad's Dragga. Looking down at his paws and closing his gaping maw, the ruddy male's auds perked forward. Gryffin, his Beta female, had spoken highly of the demonic wolves who's life revolved around Wolfbane and the slaughtering of innocent vargs. Her father had been one...and so too that meant his black blood ran through her veins. Fear for her was now starting to sink in and Drathlic became suddenly affraid, taking a few tender steps back before peering fearfully back up to her proud muzzle.
Letting a small whine pass his black lips, Drathlic shuddered and let a growl take it's place. He needed to know why she looked up to these cruel varg, he needed a reason to be faithful to a pack who his whole life he'd learnt to fear and loath. If he had grown to love List as much as he did, then he'd have to learn also to cope with the Balkar, something that he never expected to have to do in his entire life. "Please, Gryffin, can you explain to me the good they have done in their lives. Anything at all. Even..even if they can learn to love. Love not a demon God nor their lust for blood, but love another varg or even love and be loyal to their pack. I need...I need something to believe in," he pleaded softly, his azure gaze darting from her ember eyes to her muzzle and back again, clearly confused about his feelings and emotions on the subject.
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Post by Sudak on Jan 14, 2006 19:18:34 GMT -5
Sudak turned his gaze now that Ziev whome his whole attention had been on during the encounter. His gaze now lay on Drathlic. The cub seemed to be troubled by something. His body clearly held in a worried posture. Sudak padded towards the cub and Gryffin. Sudak's suspicion was soon confirmed as Drathlic spoke of his worry of the alliance with the Balkar. Something to believe in, that Sudak definitelly had an answer for. Standing tall and his mind now focused on the question layed before himself and his mate Sudak began,
"Drathlic calm your worries. You have no need to fear the Balkar. You ask of something that the Balkar have done out of love. Something good they have done with their Wolfbane centered lives. This answer lies right before your paws."
Sudak let a slight pause reign over the gathering as to allow the young mann to ponder what the Balkar could have possibly done out of love. He padded alongside Drathlic and sat by his side looking down to his smaller form. Sudak then gives a slight nudge and raises his head as to point right in front of him. With compassion filling his voice now Sudak continues.
"Gryffin... Your Beta. Out of love and good of the Balkar, this alone blesses us with her. And as if this isn't enough they have provided all of us with a loving family."
Sudak let a smile spread across his maw as he looked down the now filling form that once was occupied with that of a scraggly young cub, then only to return his gaze to his mate with joy filling his eyes.
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Post by Gryffin on Jan 17, 2006 22:25:18 GMT -5
im pritty peeved right now about losing this post that i worked on for like ever, so dont expect me to reply tonight *walks off peeved*
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