Along Came the Kerl

[Alkiera]

The distant rumble of thunder echoed throughout the lands. Not long ago, the storm was upon the lands of Transylvania allowing a warm shower of rain upon the lands. The heated summer days and nights had caused such storm, but now it was departed and moving onward like a battered traveler. A thick layer of mist about as high as the 'elbow' of a Varg had formed. For despite the rain being warm, it still contrasted to the heat of the ground and caused the haze to form from cooler meeting heat.

Maroon pads lithely move on the ground as a Varg wanders about the lands. A distant memory said of a mother telling her young cub about the Balkar, and that they must be feared and yet respected at all costs. Those were exactly the thoughts that kept this wolf alive after having a meeting with a Balkar. It was perhaps merely a few weeks ago, before this wolf's 'quiet time,' where it was not seen for nearly a month or two upon these lands of The Sight. It had kept itself secluded, quiet, which was rare for one that has been dubbed a spitfire.

Alkiera's nostrils flared as she inhaled the scent of Balkar, for though the rain had washed some smell away, her nose was well-accustomed to searching out scents that were thought to be long gone and passed over by those not searching hard enough. She walked with somewhat of a limp from a previous injury, but it was rather slight and affected her little, if not at all. Her legs were lean, three of her pads a strange maroon colour and one of her back legs entirely of such. She had the haggard appearance that most Kerl's bore, but there's was such confidence alit in her eyes, a seemingly swagger in her step that caused her to stand out from the others. Her black pelt clutched droplets of water, figments from the dying storm, but she seemed to care little about being wet.

After meeting a certain Balkar, she had become curious. A supposively all-male pack that was feared throughout the lands. But...what was this that she found? The stench of female? Her nares wrinkle in utter distaste. Were they going back to the times of Legend and allowing females into the pack? After a bit of thought, the she-wolf sets herself down within the terratory, a smirk upon her face. "Perhaps merely just females in heat looking for easy 'playmates.'" she growls to herself, grinning half-madly. Or perhaps they were looking to be the only female in the pack...how cliched.

Turning upon her bottom, she gazes up at the dreary sky, the last trace of a raindrop plopping on her nose. Shaking it, along with the rest of her body, the female blows at the mist to glance quickly at her paw for no apparent reason. Perhaps out of disappointment? These wolves were considered feroscious, and yet she did not receive a 'welcoming' attack, nor did she see any Vargs patrolling the outskirts.

"I must say, I thought these men would put up more of a show." The Varg says dully, taking no thought into what she said. She came here to meet the Balkar out of curiousity, and she would not be let down by the stench of female.

Bitches.

[Carnage]

((Figured I'd join ya. Good to have you back))

[glow=red,2,300]Having just returned from dealing with another Fae, Carnage shook his head in disappointment at the judgment of other Varg and padded back into the shadows. Lately it seemed that all too many female wolves were wandering freely into Balkar lands as if it wasn't forbidden. Some even had high hopes and thought well enough of themselves that they would be accepted into the ranks of all males! The thought made him sick, as it got tiring having to chase the Fae's away, seeing as how they never seemed to get the message. this last one had been different, however, no less annoying. While not looking to join, she sought answers regarding her father who had been stupid enough to mate with a dog. Hybrids. Pft.

The sky had now completely darkened, the milky light of Tor trying but not succeeding very well in weaving its way through the labyrinth of gnarled tree limbs of he dead territory. One drop, then two of rain fell from the heavens onto his onyx back, followed by hundreds more as a rare summer's rain blanketed the forest. Quite the contrast to the hot days they had been experiencing, these last few days of rain were oddly refreshing but were moving quickly on. By tomorrow or the day after, it would be back to hot days and muggy nights. He cursed the weather under his breath, for a Varg of his size and peltage found the hot weather and high humidity particularly uncomfortable. It only succeeded in making him more cranky.

No sooner had he cleared his nares of the stench that reeked of man and dog, the almost equally unpleasant scent of yet another Feminine wafted up to his nose. "Damnit!" he growled aloud, not caring who heard him. Why couldn't they learn to stay the Hell out of here? Sniffing again, the scent seemed oddly familiar, though he couldn't quite place it. He couldn't very well have the bitch lingering like another bad disease in the Manns' land, so he followed the short scent trail until he saw her. Alkiera... The name ran back and forth through his mind as his fiery eyes narrowed, still watching her from the shadows. He remembered the bitch well from their first and only encounter at Wolfbane's Castle, and hadn't thought of her until tonight. Figures she'd be here... She was just the kind of Fae that went around looking for trouble, pretending to be better than everyone else and acting like she feared nothing. He could already imagine the upcoming encounter in his mind, she would chuckle and question how a Varg like him was accepted into The Night Hunters. Well, wouldn't she be surprised?

Stepping from the shroud of the trees into the open, his deep voice was a low and threatening growl aimed at the bitch.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? You're becoming what you hate most. A cliche."

A wry smile formed on his orange maw as his blazing orbs burned through the darkness. No doubt she would remember him just by gazing at them and hearing the sound of his voice.[/glow]

[Alkiera]

The she-Varg couldn't help but grin when she caught scent of the wolf that came from out of the foggy lands known to the Balkar as home. She had heard his audable cuss, and whether it was over the fact that he recognized her or merely the fact that she was yet another female upon the lands, she cared not. Tossing her head to the side, she examines him with her right orange optic, the glint of fire burried within it.

Ears cupped, she watches as he materializes, unfrightened for she knew that would happen, and was expecting such. Listening to his words, she lets another grin, exposing white daggers that opposite her black peltage and lips. "And how would you know that I despise cliches? Hm, dear Carnage?" She says in a suave manner, but still spoke to him knowing of the fact that now he was Balkar, not a Kerl, and should be respected. "Perhaps a certain Carcharoth told you of his meeting with me? Am I a cliche merely because I am female and found myself here like many bitches?" She chuckles, "Of course I am not. I take it that tmost have come to be a part of a male's only pack, maybe due to sexual orientation or something of the like...or perhaps because they want to be different, but by now it is just something to perhaps build a plot...unlike them, I do none of the sort."

Pausing, she looks at him. "I came here merely because I am a Kerl, and wander wherever I like. It is the truth, whether one likes it or not. I am of no threat, and you know I'm just the sort that would pass by after a small chitchat of the liking. To tell you the truth, I'm bored...so why not visit a pack that I know I would be unwelcomed? That's just who I am, and I know you think I'm stupid to do it."

Grinning, she looks at him, examining his gaze as the silence of the air was similiar to the grave. "I assume you don't hate all females, Carnage..." If vargs had brows, Alkiera would raise one at the moment, but she gives a content smirk.

"In a way, I am an idiot. But at least I understand some things." She spoke what was on her mind, and who in the hell cared if it made sense? She jumped from one topic to the next, but that was merely Alkiera, and there were those who either loved her for it, or hated her for it.

[Carcharoth]

Night had drawn in and shrouded the lands in darkness. Though for the already shadowed Balkan lands there was little difference to be able to truly tell which was night and which was day. And for a male built with so much bulk and fur - that of such a dark obsidian blackness - the darkness was greatly appreciated in such hot summer seasons.
The storm had passed over the land and spilt it's load of rain, though the great beast of the Balkan's Lead Lacan took little notice to the now steaming mist that shrouded the heated lands - though much less so than the rest of the forest. The large male padded through the lands he knew all too well and scented the trails left by those of either his packmates or those of lera passing through - unknowing to their certain doom. Carcharoth was an enormous varg, larger than most for it was hard to find another as large as himself - which of course he found true pride in. One other varg who he knew could challange himself fairly in size was the beast who had recently joined the Balkan ranks; Carnage. The male was indeed terribly large, yet his age was still fresh enough for him to be dubbed 'young'; compaired to Carcharoth at least who was beginning to grow older with ever passing season.
The male was built like a tank. Grotesque was the best way to describe his physical features. Aloft his head was carried only but a single aud, the other was just a tuft of fur where it should have been. A long, silvery scar ran from where it should have stood and straight down through his left eye which was as pearly white and blank as the Moon Goddess herself. Blind; sightless.
His other aud was still fully intact and his right eye the colour of emerald poison. It shown with a deadly glare, though it was more so his blind eye others feared. And around his belly hung loose skin, making the male appear incredibly bulk and brutish. With every step he took it shuddered and quivered in a sickening fashion. Though although he was in every way unatractive, Carcharoth still fetched himself a true bitch magnet. His charm was enough to draw them in, before they got a taste of what his true malice was like.

The sound of others, including the stench of their wet pelts, caught the attention of the half blind Lacan and he aimed his pace in their direction, emerging from the brush to find his packmate Carnage and a faemme he had met recently throwing snide comments back and forth.
A wry grin spread across the male's silvery flecked muzzle as his emerald hue fell upon the sleek form of Alkiera. Her spitfire attitude had not diminished and once again Carcharoth was drawn in, his thick tail twitching as it began to rise in a dominant stance. "Well little miss, was not expecting to see you again so quickly. Couldn't keep yourself away now could you?" he growled darkly, an amused chuckle escaping his chest and forcing the loose skin to quiver grotesquely. Passing a glance to the two toned Carnage, Carcharoth gave him a slight nod in greeting before coming up to a halt by the two varg's side.
Letting out a groan that spoke of great effort, the brute sat back on his haunches and allowed himself to relax, the hanging skin drooping sickeningly around his folded legs.

((So sorry it's an awful post...i'm hung over -__-; ))

[Carnage]

[glow=red,2,300]He retained his grin, despite the way she carried on. She spoke as if he had disappeared, posing questions to him and then answering them herself. Good ole' Alkiera, she hadn't changed a bit since their meeting at Wolfbane's Castle- she was every bit as annoying as he remembered. He ignored the first barrage of inquiries, as they seemed to be directed towards the open air more than towards him. She loved hearing the sound of her own voice, she he let her carry on a bit longer before parting his own maw to speak, his ivory fangs glinting with saliva.

"No, Carcharoth told me nothing of you, in fact, I didn't even know you two had met, though I should have figured as much... What with how often you visit here, you must know more of the Night Hunters than I do." In truth, he hadn't been a Night Hunter for very long, and had yet to meet most of the members. A few he had encountered, while running to Kcaia's rescue, such as... Carcharoth- a large ebon male, even moreso than himself, and was the only Varg in the forest he had seen that could rival his size and sheer power; Nearo- the witty fool who was more of a sneak than a fighter and more of an annoyance than a physical threat; and of course, Ziev, the powerful First who had upped his rank from Second in the absence of Serg. A good, strong leader, from what he could gather, and worthy of the ominous title of Balkar. Carnage was every bit as bad as them, and fit right in to their ranks. He wondered just how often Alkiera came to visit...

"Of course you're no threat, it would be silly to think otherwise in such a guarded territory... It's almost good to see you again."

Through her next comment, his facial expression remained unchanged save for at the end, when his own brows raised.

"Sorry darling, I'm off limits. You know my thoughts on Fae, though they can be fun once in a while, they are completely useless for much else." A dark chuckle filled the air, but contradicted the feelings inside of him. He had left his mate to join the Balkar. a Fae which he held very close, though he would be surprised if anyone knew it. Perhaps The Balkar suspected something of it when he had come to 'rescue' her, but afterwards they said nothing. Before Alkiera could respond to him, a hulking mass of Varg came padding towards them. Carcharoth. His skin swayed disturbingly as he walked, but Carnage had learned to look past it. Nodding his greeting in return, he too sat as Carch rested on his haunches. "Good evening, Carcharoth. I suppose no introduction is needed between you and this Spitfire, eh?"[/glow]

[Alkiera]

For some reason, she seemed to grin at his response, and she eyes him curiously. There seemed to be something hidden in his vocals, but at the moment she did not feel the need to pry...strange was this females ways, and she meant to keep it that way. Nares flare to catch a familiar scent, and sure enough soon came the familiar body of Carcharoth, the male whom she had met previously.

"Despite facts that I've been told that I'm not the most pleasant to meet, annoying at most, I seem to have a way that makes myself...missed in a way when gone," she says to Carnage, allowing her ivory white teeth to glint in what little light was allowed. Firey orange orbs flicker towards the other Balkar's mismatched optics, she chuckled, "Indeed I could not. After meeting you, is it no surprise I became...curious?"

Peering at Carnage in a fake interest, she examines him briefly before adding another snide remark...or something resembling such. "I take it that you are rather new to the Balkar, am I correct?" came her brief inquiry. It was no surprise, though Alkiera would have thought of him to be more of a Kerl rather than one who would take orders from a higher being. However, Vargs changed.

Chuckling slightly at some sort of deranged though in her mind, not relevant at all in what was happening (something of List and whatnot, perhaps at Sora's attitude...or something) she raises a hind quarter, the one that was painted entirely in a maroon hue, before drawing her mind back towards where she was. She was in the Balkar lands...oh yeah, almost forgot that.

The way she spoke was as if she spoke to Balkar on their lands often, which was not quite true. She was calm, and not at all fearful. The worse they could do was kill her, but for some reason she knew they would do none of the sort, being that, as Carnage had stated, she was not as a threat. She had a feeling both knew she would merely leave after a short little chitchat, and not do anything...stupid.

"May I ask you a brief inquiry, Carcharoth?" She stated, gazing at the male once again with her strange orbs, "How has Carnage been fairing as a Balkar?"

//Woah, that...er, sucked.//

[Carcharoth]

Darling, you can trust me
completely.
If you even try
to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time

The brute turned his massive head and peered at Carnage as he spoke, a devilish grin spreading across the beast's broad, silver flecked muzzle. "Indeed not lad," he chuckled mindlessly, glancing back to the fiery faemme, her mind clearly going off on a wander before she answered his question. "Curious eh? How charming," he growled, a caniving grin evolving on his muzzle as he winked at her with his emerald orb, the blind pearl still staring at her as though fully functional.
He passed another glance towards Carnage and was about to speak, but was cut short of a breathe as the Spitfire passed him a question instead. Tilting his head slightly and peering at her through his mismatched eyes, he let a deep chuckle shake his huge chest, once again his eyes straying towards Carnage in an almost teasing tone. "Oh you know little miss, he's useless. He couldn't catch a fly if he tried," he taunted, knowing that even if Carnage didn't take it as a light hearted joke...there would be little he could do about it but sit there and take it. Carcharoth of course never meant it...Carnage had made a very impressive start to the Balkar and the ebony brute could see the fire marked beast was fast making friend with the First. He had something going for him there at least.
Now he shifted himself slightly, feeling a tad uncomfortable in his seating position. Grinning broadly to Alkiera, he now posed her with a question. "So little miss, what is it exactly you are here to seek? Our hospitality or a little...more?" he grinned, a wicked flicker dancing in his emerald hue as he awaited her response.

((Sorry for the wait. Got it done in the end though >.< ))