Lheaht
Sikla
Nihtgenge of the Balkar
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Post by Lheaht on Jan 8, 2006 13:21:32 GMT -5
ooc- apologies for posting again, but we might aswell steal Krael now so that its done. get this thread moving quickly as possible. so i'll make this short and sweet.
[glow=maroon,2,600]not even a trace of a smile was seen as Lheaht grinned inwardly and leapt down the slope. slinking silently into the GeRad lands. he made his way as hastily as he could, slinking to find the tracks of the Alphas. his keen nose located it, and he followed it back. keeping as low to the ground as he possibly could.
his ears perked and muscles stiffened at the approaching sound of running paws. Lheaht searched around for some place to hide, noticing a dense thicket he slinked into it, turning around once he was concealed safely in the shadows and the vegetation. a small grey faemme. a youth of GeRad. about the age that Cwen and Draeg's first litter would be. Lheaht's eyes narrowed, in fact that might have been their only daughter.
once she had passed Lheaht noticed the scents of the Alphas around him were particularly strong. and the strange scents that mingled around him were obviously the scents of their den. pushing his way through the thicket, wreaking as much destruction as he could, in the fashion of another predator, Lheaht pushed his way into the location in which the Drappa had given birth. lips curled as brown eyes fell upon a small writhing lump of grey fur. so this was the only surviving whelp of Cwen and Draeg's litter? such a pathetic lifeform it was. bending down Lheaht's silent maw enveloped the newborn. so tiny and pathetic it was, barely classified as a single morsel. a scrap not even fit for a starving kerl.
as the Nihtgenge emerged from the now broken thicket, he classed a wary glance about him. there was not another varg in sight, and now he must be swift. inhaling a deep breath, he surged forwards, racing out of the GeRad lands as fast as his legs would carry him, heading straight for the depths of his home.[/glow]
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Post by Cwen on Jan 8, 2006 16:23:18 GMT -5
With Draeg racing behind her, Cwen continued on, giving him a light smirk as he drew up again by her side. Snow was spilling in all directions and the couple of Alphas were leaving nothing but a snowstorm behind their flailing tails. Though the further through their territory that Cwen and Draeg ran, those wider and more frequent the clearings seemed to be – until at last they came to a wide meadow where, at the other end, a large ebony male stood proudly, his fiery eyes burning a hole through the silver Drappa’s chest. Cwen snarled angrily as another howl reached her auds. She didn’t recognise the Balkar who it came from, but she knew it was a follower of Serg. But just before she reached the First, a sharp bark that sounded far too familiar rang in her ears. Flicking an aud and swiftly darting her eyes momentarily to her right, Cwen caught the flash of teeth on a rather skinny looking black faemme as the Sarnes Neiten came hurtling towards her. Barking out in fright and curling her lips back into a fearsome snarl, the twisted Drappa leapt into the air and twisted her body so that her muzzle swung round and collided with that of Shunké’s. The impact was hard on them both as their jaws smacked with a full force into one another. Landing hard on her paws in the snow, Cwen made a quick leap with his hind legs and tore off as rapidly as she could in order to prevent the faemme from gathering herself and going in for another bite.
As Cwen turned, she caught the sight of Shayla racing onto the scene and immediately knew that her daughter was the one who’d sent out a warning bark. Fear suddenly surged through her veins and stopped her black heart for if only but a second. Letting out a snarl and a bark, Cwen threw her daughter a warning glance and continued forth towards Serg, skidding to a halt near Draeg, her tail rising along with her hackles. “And what business have you come to claim here Serg? I’m gathering that the war has not yet began as you only have two of your little cronies here to stand behind you,” she growled deeply, lips curling back into a snarling sneer, obviously undecided which to use. This was her turf now, and Serg was outnumbered if the rest of her pack came on the scene. He had no power here…
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Jan 8, 2006 21:35:59 GMT -5
A slender, cobalt form was wrapped tightly around the three small forms of young cubs; her back was pressed comfortingly against that of much bulkier, larger Varg. Her lids twitched and with a gentle sigh she wound closer to her children, a smile playing across her ivory lips as she stirred with a gaping yawn. Her orbs fluttered open to reveal piercing of a hazy blue, a deep cyan that marked her mixed heritage. Flexing ebony claws, the femme raked creased furrows in the dusty loam of her den. Raising her head, Lydair’s gaze flickered lovingly over her three cubs: Koude, Kaemon, and Caoimhe. Gently nuzzling each one, she closed her eyes and inhaled their sweet scent before her gaze shifted to her mate, his scarred form gleaming a brazen silver in the wisps of Tor’s orb. Smiling, she pushed against the earth, straining to reach his cheek; her tongue caressed it gently before she whispered I love you and returned to her vigil of her cubs- one that had been unable to keep entirely. The wings of night, cloaking the earth, had lulled her into a sleep heavily inflicted by dreams.
The femme’s lips drew back into a vicious snarl and she lunged to her paws, her tail curling over her small back and her muzzle raising in defense to the splitting howl, leering and vicious, that had startled her rest. Eyes flaming, she leapt into a run, her paws flying over the earth as fear coursed through her mind. The howl…was not one of any Ge-Rad Varg; she knew each and every one. Skidding to a stop, the hybrid beta threw her muzzle into the air with a shattering howl, urgent and fierce. “Vargs of Ge-Rad!” The femme cried, tossing her head to and fro, “Your lands have been breeched!” With and angry snarl, Lydair burst into a dashing sprint, her lithe paws carrying her small form rapidly towards the origin of the howl. Her reeling mind continually pressured her about Cwen. The Drappa was heavily pregnant with her cubs; the upcoming war. Serg, who had killed Huts. Who had threatened Ge-Rad and Deor into war. Another howl staunched the silence that had again befallen her packlands, and again a snarl passed her lips. A sickening wave swooped over her senses, and Lydair recognized the acrid scent nearly instantly: Sarnes. “Shunke,” She spat as she ran. “We were fools ever to have trusted her with one paw inside these lands.” Blinking as the wind whipped her eyes dry the femme nearly collided with the rotted trunk of a fallen oak before hurdling the object; grunting as she landed she slowed before, paws circling in fluid movement, she again tossed her head back in a bellowing howl, one strong for a femme but expected, perhaps, of a livid beta. Traces of her Drappa and Dragga were strong but flighty as she stopped to nose the bracken, her eyes darting wildly as she passed clearing after clearing, coming closer and closer to the swaying grasses of the meadow. And then…voices.
Draeg’s, Cwen’s. The first angry yet nearly calm; the latter nearly fearful with rage, Lydair nearly missed them as she stared at the five Varg before her- two her own, three forms that made her hackles bristle and her lips draw back into a loud, clacking growl. The first was large, perhaps –she doubted it, for an instant – than that of Nocturnia, the second not quite as so fearful and the last made all her anger boil into a sneer. So Shunke was here. And, of course, the standoff ended up being between the insane fae and her Drappa, who looked considerably thinner. Approaching swiftly, the beta flashed her fangs in yet another snarl, her last stride a bound that brought her between her Drappa and the black Neitan. “So, Shunke,” Lydair hissed angrily, “We meet yet again. Pray tell, what is the manner of your appearance this time? Certainly not to visit with your brother again?” Padding in a tight circle about the ebony faemme, Lydair’s voice dropped and broke into a shattering roar. “You filthy bitch! How dare you come here. These aren’t your lands, Shunke, and I’m sure when my brother comes he won’t be overjoyed to see you either- did you know he’s beta now? It’s his job to run things like you from Ge-Rad! And he’s not the only one whose been given a higher ranking- I’m his partner, Cwen’s beta fae.” Darting closer to Shunke, Lydair snapped her jaws shut on air as she glowered at the black Neitan. “And as such, it’s my duty to help and protect her. So either stand down, or die. You said yourself it wasn’t your fight, Shunke. I don’t want to kill Shako’s blood sister. And I sure as hell won’t die tonight.” Not taking her cerulean orbs off Shunke, her voice was redirected her Drappa. “I hope you don’t mind, Cwen, but I’ve a score to settle- one I never finished from her last sweet little visit.”
But Cwen was gone, beside her amber mate, arguing- fighting or threatening, perhaps? – with the colossal Serg. Eyes flashing an eerie blue-green, Lydair smirked again and dropped her head defensively. “When my pack arrives,” Lydair seethed, “And my mate and my partner, you’d wish to Wolfbane you’d never stepped paw in Ge-Rad.”
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Post by Draeg on Jan 9, 2006 11:19:14 GMT -5
They ran. Side by side, their paws shoveling through the dense blanket of snow beneath them and sending it flying in every which direction until it seemed as though Wolfbane’s winter was dogging the pairs every step. Draeg knew that if not for the severity of the situation that he would have probably found enjoyment in running alongside Cwen, thanks to their duties the Alpha pair hardly had time to spend with one another anymore and as such rarely were given the simple pleasure of the others company without having the rest of the pack around to contend with. Perhaps it was time to change that? Another howl sounded out in the distance, recognizing the sound of his own packmates Draeg couldn’t help but smirk at the knowledge that someone had heard his summon and was rallying up the rest of his warriors for battle.
Moving with the speed of Fenris at their heels the pair quickly cut through each clearing they came upon until they finally found themselves exiting the last vestige of the forest and entering the vast expanse which was the meadow where Serg was waiting. With a feral snarl Draeg increased his pace, his amber orbs blazing as he felt an unrelenting fury suddenly ignite at the sight of the First so far past Ge-Rad’s boundary line. Rage surged through him as memories of his last encounter with the fierce Balkar raced through his mind, recalling the unprovoked attack on Cwen and Huts that had resulted in half of Draeg’s first litter to lifeless emerge into the world and left Huts dying. Whatever Serg’s reasons for being on Ge-Rad the amber Dragga didn’t care, Ge-Rad was at war, or it would be soon, and Draeg already had a score to settle with the opposing Balkar. A familiar bark rang through the air, warning them of the approaching danger, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment Draeg quickly caught sight of a dark shadow rushing towards Cwen, giving out a low growl upon realizing it was Shako’s sister Shunke who he had spared for the sake of his beta, however before he could even make a move to help his mate there was a resound crack as Cwen suddenly whirled herself and met Shunke head on, stunning the Sarnes wolf before turning to resume her run.
No sooner had this happened than Draeg gave out a triumphant bark as he caught sight of Lydair dashing onto the seen, no dubitably coming to finish what Cwen had started as she quickly placed herself in front of Shunke. However upon noticing Shayla approaching the conflict at an alarming rate Draeg tossed her a dark look, warning her to stay out of the proceedings, before turning his attention back toward Serg, he had already lost one daughter to the black Dragga he didn’t want to lose another. Passing Cwen he charged forward, there was no point in exchanging meaningless words when the reality of it all was that there was really nothing left to say. As far as Draeg was concerned Serg had issued an attack on Ge-Rad and in either case the amber varg had a score to settle with the ebony Dragga anyway, his fangs bared he prepared to collide with the dreaded First and finally finish what they had started in Sarnes all those moons ago.
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Post by Carcharoth on Jan 9, 2006 14:53:38 GMT -5
The large ebony beast made his way swiftly through the snow covered terrain, his enormous body sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the pure white snow. His First's call had signalled and so too had the call of Shunké's. Not long after her shrill note, the howl of a Ge-Rad varg rang out across the lands, unfamiliar to him, though he knew that the faemme who had shrieked was calling for aid. Chuckling darkly to himself, the huge brute crashed through the undergrowth and clearings, his tail risen and flailing out behind him like a proud banner as his skin hung and swung grotesquelly back and forth. Vegetation clawed at his body and left him riddled with scratched his and thick ebony pelt matted with dirt, snow and dead twigs and leaves. He merely shrugged them off and continued forth towards Serg, a path of destruction clearly left behind him.
On breaking through the tree line, Carcharoth came to a wide open meadow that was thick with the fine powder, forcing his thick legs to merely sink and crush the snow beneath him, his hanging skin now resting nicely on it's surface. Snarling angrily at the chosen spot, he looked up quickly to see the silver Drappa clash painfully with Shunké before darting down with her beloved Draeg towards Serg and another faemme darting in towards the Sarne's Neiten ready to lunge. Knowing that the ebony faemme would recover from Cwen's blow and look after herself jsut fine again the faemme, another figure soon grabbed his attention. The movements of a smaller version of the Ge-Rad Drappa was seen from his poisonous green orb as it watched the drama unfold. Flicking his muzzle with one quick motion in the direction of Shayla as she ran towards her parents, a wide grin spread across the silvery flecked muzzle of the Lead Lacan and a deep throaty laugh emitted it as he leapt forward, spreading his paws wider so as to restirct sinking in the light dust as much as his weight pushed him to.
Quickly catching up behind Shayla, Carcharoth let out a growl and lifted his paw up, aiming to reach it forward and swipe at her hind legs to trip the youth up so that he would be able to speak words to her whilst she was down and not have to chase her, he wasn't up for running too much...just slow torture or brutal combat took his taste just fine.
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Post by Shakó on Jan 9, 2006 20:01:50 GMT -5
The large white male perked his ears to hear a strange, unknown howl. It certainly wasn’t Draeg’s, or anyone he had ever heard. Wondering what was going on, the male quickly ran to the scene, his large white paws crunching the snow underneath, the white dust flying behind him. Snarls were heard, it made Shakó feel uneasy. His white hackles stood straight on his hulky white back, as his gold gaze flashed a vivid blue in the night.
He came upon th sight of what looked like a large black male, both knew to him. Shakó lifted his nose pointlessly into the air, trying to catch his pack’s sent with no such luck. A voice rose in the air, “Your lands have been breeched!” It was Lydair’s voice, he could tell. But Shakó didn’t see the Beta fae, for now his gaze was upon Draeg and Cwen, charging at the large brute. Shakó growled, his ivory fangs bared. He knew who this must be, the Dragga of Sarnes and The First. Serg.
Shakó let out a low growl, his head lowered and tail high. He wanted this varg out, no matter what the costs. But another large black male caught the male’s eye, one who seemed to be following Cwen and Draeg’s pup, Shayla. Knowing that the to Alphas were busy with Serg, Shakó sprinted off toward the other. His paws flying under him, the snow spraying, as Shakó neared, he let another furious growl escape his throat. “If you want a fight, fight someone your own size!” Shakó snarled at the brute, letting his tail raise, and head lower as she stopped behind the male.
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Post by Shunké on Jan 9, 2006 21:28:33 GMT -5
Shunké was knocked to the ground by the brute force of Cwen, who knocked her hard in the jaws. Instead of wining with pain, Shunké gave a hideous snarl, one which surprised herself. Now on the ground, a bit of blood slipping from her cut tongue, Shunké picked herself up, her paws curling around the snow underneath. The fae was furious now, as she made a movement to charge at Cwen, when who might block the fae now? But Lydair.
Shunké did not have a very decent meeting with the hybrid last time, as it ended up quite ugly. As they hybrid began to yell, Shunké could tell this time was no different, expect it could end up in blood. “No!“ Shunké growled fiercely. “That was pleasure. I don’t even want to see Shakó now! I don’t want to have anything to do with him!” she didn’t mean it, as one would think. No, Shunké still loved her brother, she wanted him in her life, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She knew that if she saw him, today, he would never forgive her. And she wouldn’t end up hurting him.
“Tisk, tisk, tisk; Lydair. You’re such a potty mouth. Words can’t hurt me!“ Shunké taughted, her temper rising with the irritable fae. The only real words that hurt her, were Tarquin‘s. “Well, it seems we’re even now, aren’t we? For I am Beridan of Sarnes, and it is my duty to protect this pack. Even if it means killing Cwen, which she surly deserves!” anger now enflamed Shunké’s mismatched eyes, as remembering when Cwen had betrayed her pack, made a full out of them all. And then drive Bryr away! No, that was too much. She deserved to die. “I’ll be damned to stand down! If you think that’s what kind a Varg I am, you’ve got another thing coming!” Shunké growled, her head lowered, crimson hued fangs bared. “I didn‘t want to fight you Lydair, but you‘re in my way. My real prey is that traitor, Cwen!” Shunké knew it was probably a bad idea. But then again, they were well matched. Except, for the fact Shunké was trained, and held the blood of a warrior. She might be skinny, but her shoulders were broad in muscles. She was fast, and agilic, her true power was held in the quick o her paws, and her steely bite.
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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
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Post by Emberlily on Jan 9, 2006 22:05:05 GMT -5
The snow crackled under her toes and her fur bristled with a feverish delight. Her eyes a soft melody of poison surveyed her terrain. Ember scoffed, such pathetic lands the Ge rad held. Ember lily spun on her heels her eyes watching as the frantic vargs of ge rad sent out warning barks. pathetic Ember Lily smirked and she slipped through the frosty tree line.
Her paws lifting and falling as it sliced through the snowy ice. Her black lips framing a sharp set of teeth that showed of four gleaming canines. Lily crept closer, her emerald gold eyes gleaming with sinister delight that chilled her bone to the marrow. She dug her talons deep into the cold snow. Her vision caught sight of Shunke, the beridan collide with Cwen the drappa of Ge rad. A distaste full snarl engulfed Ember's lips as she watched the traitor bound away. Cwen, a pathetic dog she was. Gave it all away, For what? for love? love with the mutt that called himself dragga of ge rad? Ember Lily found this mildly amusing. Love? Oh yes ember lily could love, love only what hate brought. though yes it was true the female loved attracting he wolves. Though it was all in her sickly fun.
Ember looked up and watched as a strange looking varg came to greet Shunke. with a snarl and a look of pure hatred. Ember Lily watched by the snow banks. A dog! A dog it was. A filthy mutt, just like their alphas! Ember Lily began her approach. Arched neck as the serpent of Sarnes slithered her way through the snow and toward Lydair. Ember had followed Shunke more often nowadays. Her sisters, the nightmare trio had seemed to faded away from their minds. Though deep inside Ember it burned fiery. The sinister serpent looked up and chuckled as she padded over to the hybrid and Shunke. "now now thats not a way to treat guests. Haven't your alphas taught you any manners?" Ember Lily cooed? Her eyelashes fluttering. Her pelt as a rich creamy white with a murky tint of crimson in it, a trait left from her father Andre. But her black tipped ears spoke of her mother, Tarkah.
"Oh but i guess dogs will be dogs. No manners at all. Such foul mouths and such a dirty lot" Ember Lily said with a bountiful sigh. But she laughed, "oh yes little cobalt dog. Why we set foot in a dog run is something that is above me." Ember Lily smirked, her pink tongue running over her black lips as her golden green eyes flickered with maleviolent delight. Oh how she loved these games.
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Post by Cal on Jan 9, 2006 23:20:55 GMT -5
The many howling caught the large brown he-varg’s attention. Ears perking straight up into the air as he spun around on his back, eyes opening and adjusting to the light that was pouring into his eyes. Cal growled clearly annoyed that he was awoken from his peaceful sleep. In his sleepy state, he did not realize that the howl was not one of their own, but instead from the pack’s enemy. From the distance many snarls could be heard and apparently there was a commotion around the Ge-rad borders. Giving a quick glance back at his mate and pups he mentally promised them that he would be back shortly. Cal sighed as he exited the den paws sinking deep into the snow and he setted off to figure out what all the commotion was.
Cal moved in a slow pace as he was totally unaware that his packmates needed him and his alphas were in danger. “Was in Tor’s name is going on?” growled Cal. His question was soon answered as he saw something sprint quickly in the distance. Barely recognizing that it was Lydair but even in the distance he saw the same long slender legs. Apparently the situation had too alerted the pack healer he quickened his pace to catch up with her. However, he was surprised at her next actions. Watching the hybrid faemme skid to a stop and listening her howl the most fierce and most urgent call he ever heard from her.
“Vargs of Ge-Rad!” “Your lands have been breeched!”
Eyes growing hot with anger, he charged with great speed in the direction Lydair was heading to. A snarl escaped his maw as he continued his fast pace. No sooner did the mix scent of Balkar and Sarnes had reached his nostrils. Apparently the war had started early, but supposedly this was for the best…no longer waiting to get his revenge. So apparently Tor and Fenris have now given him an early present now, the early things were the better. So it seems that his alphas Draeg and Cwen were already there on the scene. I’d better hurry, I have no idea how many of them are there. No matter…these are our packlands, no matter how many there are we’ll still outnumber them… Snow crunching beneath him as he sprinted as fast as he could to the scene, hopefully that this was the day he had been waiting for, it was almost too much for him to mentally overcome.
When Cal had finally got to the scene it seems like that he was the late one to the party. Yellow orbs flickering to his alphas and packmates, then to their main targets: Serg, Shunke, and Carcharoth. Coming to a halt in a stream of white dust he let out a low growl as he bared his fangs at his enemies. “Isn’t it a tad early to be paying us a visit?” snarled Cal. “Surely you Serg aren’t here for the war? Not with so little reinforcements…surely must know that this is Ge-rad lands that you just set foot on?” Useless he knew his words were, but his words might make the slightest indication to them that they were in trouble hinting them to retreat. True, he had wanted this battle to happen for a long time, but this area was too close to his mate and cubs and wanting to play risk so soon.
Lydair’s harsh words surprised the brown he-varg slightly as he never heard her speak so harsh to anyone before. But the thing that surprised him most was that this black fae standing in front of him was Shunke. Shocked as he remembered the Shunke to be a small black cub in the woods that was having problems catching a tasty meal for herself until he taught her how to do so. Of course this was many suns ago and the Shunke now had evidently changed. Surely the innocent pup he knew could not be with Balkar or Sarnes? This was insane, but one look could tell that she’s different. The insanity that could be found living in her orbs. Cal continued to growl menacingly, anyone in the league with any of these packs does not deserve to live. “Well…Shunke is it? I remember that name somewhere..” growled Cal. “Oh yes, do you remember that day when you were still a small pup wandering in the woods, you met this brown he-varg and he was accompanied with this other she-pup? Yes…that nice male was nice enough to catch that hare for you and spent that entire day with you…” Slowly but surely Cal’s anger was slowly rising. “Course you could have done something for that nice varg, all good times going to waste…stupid of me not to see a bad apple in the bunch…” The old memory of Shunke ridded from his mind as this new image toke it’s place. The image in which he would have to destroy now in the near future.
A voice had caught him off guard as he turned to see emerald-gold orbs looking at the clearing. His eyes soon fell onto a rather attractive fae with light grey fur mixed with white and a small tint of crimson. This faemme was undoubtedly from Sarnes, as she came to the gathering. Slowly she came up to the pair (Shunke and Lydair) as she hissed her taunting words at the pack’s healer. “True, very true indeed.” said Cal. “Manners are suppose to be shown to guests…guests only, and not pests am I correct?” Now Cal stood perfectly still. The odds now Ge-rad five and counting and Sarnes four, outnumbered. Muscles tensed the brown male waited for any signs of movement, and then he’ll lunge. The battle was on.
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Post by Carcharoth on Jan 10, 2006 14:58:41 GMT -5
Stopping almost instantly in his chase after the young faemme, the smaller double of her mother Cwen, Carcharoth's whole body, or at least the skin that hung loosely over his body, jolted and shook. Swiftly turning his muzzle round to meet the golden eyes of an ivory varg, Carcharoth's muzzle distorted into a snarling sneer. The Beta of Ge-Rad was a large varg indeed, strong too. He had to be; otherwise he wouldn't have gotten the place of Beta. But compared to the beast he was standing up to, he was merely half his size. Carcharoth had not been given Lead Lacan for no reason. No. He was large, powerful with thick layers of muscle hidden beneath those loose folds of skin. And just because he had one ear and one seeing eye put little difference in his fighting power. The raven black male was built for mortal combat, not the fiddly and sneaky jobs that a Nightene had to put up with.
Chuckling darkly he threw a glance towards Shayla who had now managed to evade his grasp. A deep growl quickly replaced his chuckle and his poisonous orb flashed wickidly round to Shakó, a merciless gleam now flickering in it's depths as the other milky orb bore blindly into the Beta's soul. "Never step in front of a Balkar whilst he's hunting. And fight someone my own size? Well then all with all you pint sized puppies around here, my game is fresh out," he growled menacingly, craning his neck down to Shakó, tongue flicking out in one swift motion as his lips curled back. "Do you blame me for chasing after vargs smaller than myself when I'm deprived of vargs my own size?" he spoke darkly before drawing his head back and glancing towards Ember Lily as she made her way onto the scene and began to work her stuff alongside Shunké. That would have been interesting to watch, if only he hadn't had a duty to be getting on with.
Glancing back down at Shakó, he let out a gruff laugh before turning towards Serg and began trudging through the thick snow to make his way towards his First. Throwing his muzzle over his shoulder he called back to the ivory male and barked, "Do excuse me, but I've got business needed doing and you're only holding me back."
Noticing though, as he turned back to Serg, Cwen and Draeg, that the ember Dragga of Ge-Rad was now lunging for his Dragga, jaws open and ready to start the war without them even having all their troops here in time. Snarling savagely, Carchaorth picked himself up and began to tear across the meadow to reach Serg's side, to help fight and protect him from these filthy varg.
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Jan 10, 2006 17:50:39 GMT -5
-panting- Canit -pant- keep -pant- up! -pant, pant- Anyway, lol, I'll post...next, I hope.
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Kop
Sikla
Kerl Sentinal
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Post by Kop on Jan 10, 2006 18:10:02 GMT -5
((My post doesn't really hold any relavence to anything you are doing at the moment Lydair, especially since you are dealilng with Shunke and Ember, so I hope that you don't mind if I post))
Perking his ears to the collection of howls both old and new Kop lifted his head up from between his tail and shook away the last vestige of sleep from his eyes, pulling his lip back and snarling angrily as he pondered the reason behind all the ruckus so late into the evening. Not too far off he could see Cal emerging from the confines of his den looking rather annoyed at having been woken up, Kop found himself becoming a great deal more alert upon seeing Shako suddenly dart by a little further off, sending a spray of white dust trailing up behind him. Confused Kop rose to his feet and broke out into quick run as he shot off after his mentor, hoping to catch up to the ivory dragga and find out exactly what was going on. Another howl cut through the air, recognizing it to belong to Lydair Kop came to a stop and lifted his head thoughtfully as he listen to the wolf hybrid’s alarmed call.
“Your lands have been breeched!”
Shocked Kop froze, replaying the morbid message over again in his mind until it finally sunk in. Kop felt a wave of apprehension rush over him, he had only just begun his training with Shako and it seemed that already his skills would be put to the test. But he hadn’t had enough training, he wasn’t ready to fight another varg yet. Kop hesitated. There was a slight breeze and a familiar scent suddenly filled his nose, fear took a hold of Kop and the grizzled varg suddenly found himself tearing across the landscape after his mentor at full gait. When he finally arrived on the scene many of his packmates were already engaged in a standoff with several other varg Kop had never seen before, to his left he could see Cal and Lydair facing off against a scraggly looking femme with black fur, not too far off another fae, this one a great deal more attractive than the first, making her way towards the trio, apparently getting ready to join the fray. Beyond them Kop caught sight of his parents racing towards a lone figure out in the distance, his onyx colored pelt taking on a silvery hue in the pale moonlight, although he had never met him before Kop knew him to be Serg, the varg who had become the Dragga of both Sarnes and the Balkar and had sworn vengeance against his mother for betraying his trust and his father for opposing him. For a moment Kop was tempted to watch the battle that was sure to ensure but a flash of white caught his attention, turning his head Kop spotted the familiar form of Shako streaking out across the shining white as he sprinted after the gigantic form of a large Dragga, however it was the varg leading the pair in their frantic chase that caught Kop’s attention. “SHAYLA!” he cried as he charged towards the trio in attempt to reach Carcharoth before he could reach his sister. However upon hearing Shako’s challenge the blinded Dragga came to a sudden halt and boldly turned to face the beta wolf, Kop blew out a relieved sigh but continued his charge, his fear forgotten in his desire to deal out punishment against the varg that had attempted to harm his sister. Baring his fangs menacingly Kop gave out a vicious snarl as he threw himself at Carcharoth just as the Balkar began attempting to make its way over to the First, the force of the impact in which the two hit giving out a resounding crack.
((Two things, one this really sucks and two, yes I did get permission from Carcharoth to tackle him))
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Jan 10, 2006 19:39:15 GMT -5
Shunke’s growl was white noise the fae, a blur in the miasma of voices that lashed through her mind. “I don’t care what you want, Shunke.” Lydair growled in response, her fangs flashing. “It’s your own fault you’ll break ties with him. Yours! Oh Tor, we should have killed you while we had the chance! Merciful or not, the decision let you live.” Her eyes grew hard and cold, and rage flickered through them. “I can’t believe what you are, Shunke. Did you know, when I first met your brother, he told me about you? And you’re nothing like what he said.” Shaking her head, the cobalt hybrid’s tail lashed. “That horrid madness that rips through you seems to have become dormant for a while, Shunke. But it fits you, doesn’t it? A pawn of Sarnes?” Her laugh was bitter. The words that Shunke growled brought a grin flashing across her pearly maw. “Have at it then, beridan!” Lydair lunged forward, her snarls rumbling through the meadow as she fought viciously against the shaggy black femme before her. Whipping round and round the blue femme held her own, but as they broke apart, Lydair raised her tail, hackles bristling. “You contradicting fool! If you weren’t in that pack when Rokk and Cal were tortured, then you surre as hell weren’t there when that happened! You said yourself you had nothing to do with it, and I won’t condemn the innocent- but please, make up your mind.” Lydair watched, considering her foe, whilst Shunke summed her up. Lydair, too, was trained, if even a little, in fighting, and it was natural to all wolves. She was not as large nor as tall as the ebony beridan, but beneath her thick coat muscles rippled and she fought and lunged with ease and a ferocity that one could only see froma she-wolf protecting her pack and her family. Slender but lithe, her legs were made for running and her jaws were quick to bite and slash- she hadn’t been made a beta for anything, though she had pondered why Kairi hadn’t been chosen; the thought was always dimissed, for Lydair was simply glad for having the trust of her silver Drappa. The two stood, Lydair glowering at her opponant, growling and fairly livid with rage. From the corner of her eyes a silvery-maroon shape slipped slyly towards them, and Lydair, seizing the moment of supposed 'rest' to shift her daring gaze to the newest member of the fray.
The result was a slender femme that wormed her way towards them; with each light step Lydair dropped her head further and further until her muzzle, fangs bared menacingly, was glaring up at the fae. Raising her head and tail, the hybrid femme's lips twitched in disdain. "What a way to talk, femme. And it would be so, if the supposed guests weren't as wretched wenches as yourself." Lydair chuckled and nodded along with Ember Lily, shurgging as she grinned devilishly."Yes, you would know all about dogs, wouldn't you? It's simply too bad I'm no dog, else your words might have some truth to them." The poisoned laugh was eerie, but Lydair snarled. "Then what," she began roughly, "In Wolfbane's name are you doing here, hmm? My, my, you lot must have a very bad habit of saying one thing and meaning another. Certainly you're meaning what filthy beasts like you are doing in a place such as this? And I'm sure you will run like dogs before this stand is over, femme. I'm actually quite impressed you can see into the furture, though you do seem to be twisting it a bit." The fae's voice was an avid challenge. Suddenly, a large, burly figure hurdled from the directions of the dens. Cal. Barking loudly she swung to face Ember Lily. "You and your pack ahd better leave, before our warriors arrive- else Sarnes will have naught but a seer remaining." As Cal stalked towards them, his anger apperant, Lydair smirked and took a step back, letting the brown male speak. Her eyes widened at his words: Shunke and Cal had known each other?
"Oh, yes, Cal, didn't you know? Shunke is quite insane now. And I'm sure her friend here is as well." Her cyan eyes danced again, a hideous gleam that was anything but gentle. Shunke she could handle, and deal with well. Ember Lily was an obstacle that she would have trouble tackling if the two faes decided to play it cowardly and gang together- but with Cal, a full adult male, twice the size of either femme? The odds were more than even. A thought coaxed her maw into a true smile. "Take your pick, Cal. I don't care who dies today, so long as each and every one comes from Sarnes- though I'll have to say, I'm much more interested in settling my score with Shunke."
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Post by Shunké on Jan 10, 2006 22:01:55 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,3]//Ok, we might want to let Serg post next. Or, Cwen or Draeg. They haven't posted in a long time. *huggles Cal* Yay! You joined! I haven't posted with you in- for ages! -cries- Click me! hehe, after reading your post, I just want to die. LOL! And I will delete this after Serg post, unless you don't want me to. I'm just- really hyped up on caffine, right now.//[/glow]
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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
Posts: 318
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Post by Emberlily on Jan 11, 2006 0:07:42 GMT -5
(yah i was goign to wait but i dont know when i could post so i posted in advance augh sorry this post is sooo baaad its not funny)
A wicked grin plastered the maw of the Craeft. Her paws flexing and she dug her talons into the cold snow. Ember Lily found this game amusing. Her tail swished with delight as her hackles bristled with enjoyment. Her eyes flashed mercilessly. h how her mother's sorrow ful heart had turned the beauty into a such a beast. Ember licked her lips, emerald gold eyes flashing brilliantly, "Wretched wenches? Wretched wenches..." Ember Lily echoed, and paused acting as if she were deep in thought. "ooh well that would be just who we are sweetums" Ember Lily grinned and snapped her teeth shut as her eyes locked gazes with the hybrids.
Ember Lily raised an eyebrow as she listened to the cobalt Fae's comeback. Lily snorted, trying not to burst out laughing as her jaws opened wide to let out a boastful laughter, "Dogs? Oh i know about dogs. So many I've tasted the blood of. Funny you should mention though sweetums, ironic on my behalf, but it is you who clearly has the dog in them. Unless puppy dog, your in denial?" Ember Lily asked her voice soft as she spoke in a sing song voice. "But Oh! I'm sorry sweetums. you are right, your not a dog, but a mutt." Ember Lily said without snapping or snarling. her facade was a soft stare though her black lips were curled into a serpentine smirk.
Lily lifted a paw, "ahh filthy beasts we are now eh? Well i suppose you could say that. But alas my filthy paw is still to great to wander through these grotesque lands. but i know sweetums, i know these are the lands for mutts and whatnot. You know, I understand"
Ember looked out fro the corner of her eye and saw that the balkar wolf, Carcaroth had been attacked. Ember averted her gaze and placed it back on the cobalt dog. "my my sweetums. Leave? we just got here" Ember Lily snickered her pink fleshy tongue licking her lips as she stepped forward, "And my you are such a nosy pup. What we're doing here is certainly none of your business. I hear the humans calling you pet, better run along home."
Ember Lily turned as her eyes fixated o on a brown form moving their way. it was a male wolf. Ember Lily grinned and pricked up her ears. "oooh and it seems your backup warriors have arrived sweetums, better run now while you have the chance." Ember Lily looked at Cal. A sens e of recognition entered her mind. Yes it was true she had seen the male before, ore or else even tried seducing him, but that was i the past now. There were far more and far greater things to be thinking about. Lily looked over to the alphas and snarled. She wanted to get this over with nd get out of these horrid lands filled with mutts.
Scared? Ember Lily was enthralled. These were the games she dominated in. The snake turned her eyes toward Lydair and sent out a chilling laugh. "Insane? you don't know the half of it. Though I'm not too sure if you'll live to find out."
Ember looked to Shunke out of the corner of her eye. A sore to settle? So shunke and this hybrid dog had met before. Ember Lily grinned, how exciting. Though ember did not know the dispute that unraveled between the two betas. Lily snorted at the hybrids comment on how every Sarnes wolf was to die that day.
But her eyes flashed the colour of deep emerald before twinkling with a gold shimmer. "Oooh yes a pick." Ember grinned with coy. "So I'm with the brown one eh?" Ember Lily stepped toward him. "Now what game do you want to play today?" Lily cooed. her eyes twinkling as she grinned in her charming flirtatious manner, though it was hard not to notice the sinister smirk that etched across her maw.
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