Those You've Known //open//

[Alkiera]

[/i] nowhere to return to. Better yet, there was no feeling of deja-vu, for the electric-orange eyed one never found herself in the same place twice.

Until now.

It was odd this feeling of familiarity. It was like, a nagging at the stomach, as though eating a diseased piece. But with the way she was living nowadays, the Kerl wouldn't be surprised if it was rancid meat. But hey, a girl's gotta eat one way or the other. Alkiera might be considered awfully haughty, putting herself on a higher pedestal than one would assume, the Varg would not sink so low as to eat a deer that had been lying dead for weeks, leftover from a pack's kill, or a formidable wolf. In now way was she strong, her lean, somewhat mangy unkempt form stated that much. However, no longer was she lithe, as she had been as a young Varg. The limp from brain damage was still there, not to mention malnutrition was working its way. Not saying she was unhealthy, but of all the wolves out there, she could be healthier. If she cared.

Spring sun hung full in the sky as she made her way across the territory that had become oh-so-familiar to her, the scent bringing forth such a strong nostalgia that the snarky Varg thought she was going to gag. There was no warmth in her heart as she passed fully over the boundary without announcing her presence, nor was there bitter resentment, either. The cocky female didn't even bother lowering her head, for she was not a feeble being despite the fact that she would lose many a fight in the condition she was in. Fact was, even when she was younger, the only fight this she-wolf could win was a battle of words, so she would think. This she-wolf liked the believe that it was not her looks that attracted Vargs, but her spitfire personality and sarcastic 'wit' that made her appear somewhat foolish, depending on who was regarding her. Alkiera liked to believe herself enticing, while one can suppose she was an interesting figure in Transylvanian territory, there was the fact that she annoyed the hell out of almost every Varg.

But hey, that's what made her Alkiera.

The sun was becoming unbearably itchy against her fur, and baring her yellowed teeth, she paused from her limp and bit at her dull black fur, clumps of winter fur managing their way out as she scratched, scattering itself across Listern territory. It would probably take a good week or so, perhaps even longer, for the uncomfortable hair to remove itself from the premises, and already one could see the new fur was slightly glossier than the shedding upper coat. Not necessarily from health (that was doubtful, as explained before), but merely because it was new, and protected by fur that had become quite grungy. The she-wolf was satisfied, and lifted up her maroon covered paws to continue her trek across the territory.

Perhaps she would bump into a familiar face. She was in the need for some entertainment. And part of her haughtily pondered if anyone missed her presence. Not necessarily just List, but...anyone. Any of the acquaintances she had met over the course of her adventures.

"I can't see why anyone wouldn't remember me. I'm such an unforgettable Varg." she chuckled smoothly to herself, heading deeper into the territory. [/ul][/color]

//Getting my groove back with this character.//

[Drathlic]

The late morning sun raised steadily into the abyss, the God pouring down his heat and teasing the world below into thinking that summer may have arrived at last. Sadly to say, it was only spring and a thick line of clouds to the southern horizon proved of a coming, typical spring downpour. A gentle breeze stroked the land and weaved its way through the tall, rough coated pines of the Listern territory range, causing the branches to rustle and the tall grasses to sing with the choir.
A gentle stream trickled down from the ragged mountain terrain, produced by the melting snows and ice from the peaks of the Carpathian range. Fenris shimmered off the ripples and currents that flowed between the cracks and crags, causing a tantalising tease to any lera who passed with a thirst. One such ruddy varg stumbled and tripped over the terrain to reach his goal, jaws gaping as his blood stained tongue hung panting heavily from them. Scattered across his body were deep wounds and his thinning winter pelt was unkempt and clotted with drying blood. Lowly scavenging crows and ravens stalked his paw steps, cawing and cracking their beaks as though to taunt the injured Beta of List. If this had been several suns ago, the mann would have bolted from the ebony birds, terror of passed memories flashing in his cyan eyes. Yet now, no sign of care or emotion lit them, leaving them dull and lifeless.

Upon reaching the stream’s edge Drathlic, as the varg was dubbed, collapsed in a heap and allowed his muzzle to drop into the crystal clear liquid. Chopping at the water as though he were a mad dog possessed by rabies, he lapped up the water and quenched his dry throat as if it were burning like fire. As if another part of his brain switched on, his hind leg drew up and began to scratch brutally at his side, gouging out the dead winter pelt and at the same time re-opening a wound that had previously dried up causing his crimson life blood to once more ooze out and stain his hind paw ruby.
The cause for Drathlic’s poor state of physical and mental health was that only the previous sun he had encountered the Second of the Balkar on his turf, proposing a little test to show how suitable the ruddy male would be at leading the pack of List alongside the Balkar when Carcharoth himself would be promoted to First. The two fought for what seemed like an endless time until finally Carcharoth held himself back long enough to regain his stature and leave the wounded Drathlic in a heap on the scuffed and blood-spattered earth. Since then, he had kept himself hidden from the other pack members and attempted to seek out an area where he could brood and tend to his wounds alone without disruption. After finding the secluded spot and tending to his dire thirst, Drathlic had thought he’d found the perfect place to rest for several hours – until the sudden scent of another came drifting aloft the breeze.

His head shot up and his auds perked forward, cyan gaze scouring the tree line ahead until at last it landed on the approaching figure of a distant stranger. Frowning slightly, Drathlic’s throat tickled with a faint growl as he gathered himself, limbs aching and crying out as he got to his paws. Stumbling across the brook, the gory male lowered his head and his bloodied hackles prickled as he approached the scraggly faemme, his brushy tassel flicking up and thickening out. ”Look what the cat dragged in,” he growled on hoarse tones, recognising the bitch as Alkiera – a former parasite of the List pack – and knowing fine well that what he announced was simply too ironic given the state he himself was in.

(sorry for the late reply, and it's not my best, especially the ending God to get used to this new change of character >.< )

[Alkiera]

[/i] back. Upon thinking of the younger female, a part of Alkiera's heart quivered as her brain conjured up, dare she say it, fond memories of the young she-Varg. And the older wolf could never bring herself to call Renn a friend.

Although, she technically was...but that was getting side-tracked. Into the present, not what she was thinking.

Chuckling at his statement, she shook her head, limp leg sticking oddly out as she sat herself down, looking mighty comfortable, and almost sphinx-like, as though she believed to hold all the knowledge in the world. Electric-orange eyes graced over the beaten form, and she chortled once again. "At least the cat brought me here in mint condition. Wish I can say the same about you." her usual drawl came through her slightly graying maw. "Looks like a bear took you out." Cocking her head to the side, she allowed a rather snake-like grin cross her maw.

Alkiera paused looking thoughtful as she continued to scrutinize the young male. She had yet to know of his advance in status, but even still she would not care that he was the Beta of this pack. "Why...this looks familiar..." continued she, grunting as she rose on all four legs, and she limped around the male , continuing to eye him up and down. "Except...it was me entering this land looking like a load of Herla dung, while you were the strapping young lad who had decided to chat with me under that tree. Guess it's the other way around now, huh?" She shook her head, grin still placed on maw, revealing her yellowed teeth once again. "Though, I'm anything but strapping."

She tossed her head to the side, sitting herself down once again. Still looking at the male from the corner of her eye, she continued. "But enough of that. Tell me, how has List come along since I was last here. Certainly you have taken care of that little runt who calls herself by the name of Sora. Or has she somehow...wandered out of List." Her eyes narrowed, grin on her maw remaining. "Perhaps Renn passed my information of her being a traitor." Mused the older wolf. Not that she cared there was a little cheating espionage running around in a pack she could care little about. It was just the fact that she despised the little, overconfident bitch. So what if she was the daughter of the then-Betas? What, was she forced to like her? Hell, she wasn't even a member of this pack.

Why should she care?

Nevertheless, Alkiera continued. "Certainly if she was still here she'd be taking advantage of her youth and jumping me. Speaking of which, why aren't you doing that right now? I am trespassing, aren't I?"[/ul][/color]

[Drathlic]

Watching the smug grin cross Alkiera’s muzzle caused a deep growl to rumble in the mann’s chest, he felt very vulnerable due to his wounds, yet was fully aware of just how useless this bitch would be in combat. She was all mouth, and it was obviously something that she used to her advantage, especially in such a situation as this. A scoffing laugh broke through his bold expression as his hind legs gave into their trembling protest. ”Well a bear is one way to put it,” he responded in a hoarse voice, tone still holding an edge as his azure eyes followed the ebony cripple as she began to circle him.
Her following words brought back the old memory of when he was still only a winter old, young and clueless to the world and what else it had in store for him. The snows were thick and it had been the winter in which the faemme had stumbled into the pack lands for help, and to Fiory’s wish they helped aid her back to health. Drathlic had returned from having spent a moon or so away form the pack, out wandering the lands beyond Transylvania has he fallen into the bad habit of doing. The pair were about to start up a conversation beneath a snow laden Pine tree when his good friend Renn and the young cub – at the time - Sora entered the conversation and clear rivalries began to spark up.

Frowning slightly he shook his head to the side, washing the images from his mind so that he could focus on the situation at present. It was true that the tables had turned, yet the conversation that they originally were about to embark upon in the time where Alkiera was suffering with wounds was clearly not going to be the same as it was this time round. However, the mention of Sora brought his ears up and his cyan gaze fixated firmly onto the fiery eyes of the mangled faemme. ”As far as the pack goes, I suppose you could say not much has taken place. Gryffin and Sudak took over as the apha pair, Sudak abandoned us after Silent and myself were promoted to the Beta pair, and then her fair self and Renn left without a word. Only recently has Sudak returned and the Balkar’s previous First Ziev has invaded our lands, bringing with him monsters from those darkened lands,” he responded, blood stained lips twitching with the desperate desire to snarl and bare his fangs at the wench.
“As for that little bitch, she too seemed to leave us in a hurry. And good riddance to her,” the brute spat, finally allowing his lips to pull back and his white canines to flash under Fenris’ golden light. With her last concluding statement, he narrowed his gaze, blood clotted hackles bristling once more as he remained where he sat, hind legs now simply too weak to lift him. ”What is it you want here Alkiera? What is it that you seek? I thought Kerls like you enjoyed being alone…wandering as if without a care in the world. I have a sneaky suspicion something has changed. Am I right?”

(sorry for the God awful reply... >.< )