Sabla
Sikla
Warrior of Koran
Oh, Tarmy! Wherefore art thou?
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Post by Sabla on Oct 7, 2009 16:44:11 GMT -5
She cocked her head in slight confusion and surprise. Sparrow? Then she understood the pup's meanings. He believed to still be dreaming, lost comepletely in a world of his imagination. That Sabla herself was an illusion of the mind, so to speak. She wondered at whether this mann was fully aware of his predicament, as he hadn't reacted as frightened as she assumed he would, even with her extra precautions.
The femme looked down at the mann gravely, stepping slightly closer. "This is no dream, son. This is real. The war is real." her face hardened slightly, "It's no game, wolves die in cold blood." Although her words were harsh, she did not think they were mispoken nor out of place. The war threatened all of Transylvannia and pups should know that it is a scary thing and not to be taken foolishly.
She swished her tail as a sign of dismissal, looking far out beyond the forested woods and to the mountains, blue and purple in the distance. Her nose was filled with the scents upon the air, picking up the pine smell again and the faint, sweet aroma of maple leaves falling. She picked up the mann's distinct smell of Ge-Rad, and she looked back down at him again.
"You know, you probably shouldn't be out all by yourself, especially with this on-going war. Balkar could be hiding in the forests." the russet femme looked into the treeline, pausing in her speech, then added, "It's not my duty, with you being of Ge-Rad and I of Koran, but I'll watch over you....? What was your name?" She smiled warmly.
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Midian
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Cub of Ge-Rad
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Post by Midian on Oct 7, 2009 21:17:13 GMT -5
Midian was surprised by the gravity that overcame her pretty face; like a storm cloud brewing on the horizon, she seemed to consider his request with the utmost caution. She went so far as to step determinedly toward him, as if to emphasize her next words. And when he heard them, he knew she spoke the truth. A rush of complete embarrassment, excitement, and apprehension crashed over him as if a torrent of rain had broken loose over his head. His pale eyes grew wide, and his light and airy expression became something more solemn and, at the same time, something quite excited. A boy is drawn to war like a moth to a flame; was this the true calling that Fenris had wanted to show him? In his naivety, he'd never questioned that this was not a dream, and that he could well and truly be apart of this Koran War.
He looked up at her, disregarding the warning notes in her voice. He was old enough to make his own decision - in no more than a moon or two, he would truly be a year old. His young age would only benefit him in times of war, would it not? A crotchety Varg would no doubt be only a hinderance on a battlefield. He yearned for the glory, and for the adventure. His mind was on the excitement, on the thrill, and even once, it briefly considered how he would be bringing justice to a family wronged; he could be a true hero. "The war is real?" he breathed softly, too low for the she-wolf to hear. "I knew this war was real."
He looked up, and he hardly took into account that she'd seemed to dismiss the subject of war. She was staring out toward the mountains, and he followed her gaze for only a short moment: he did not consider why she might be staring toward those beautiful, yet ominous monoliths. They jut into the sky like teeth - jagged, broken, and dangerous - but also full of a strange and mysterious beauty that their snow-capped peaks and rich purple shadows would never reveal to the Varg of the lowlands who lived in fertile fields and open forests. He snorted, and looked to her again, and his eyes flashed with bright curiosity and intensity.
She caught him off-guard before he could speak, however, and he flinched at her words. 'Who does this drappa think she's talking to? I'm no little whelp of Ge-Rad; I am a warrior, and I can take care of myself. Balkar or not, these woods are no danger to me!' He frowned, and looked at her skeptically as she proposed to be his guardian while he was out and about. He decided to humor her by giving his name, and by asking for her own now that he could no longer call her Sparrow in good faith. But when it came to protecting himself, he figured he could do just fine on his own.
"My name is Midian," he said at last, after a drawn-out pause. "Who are you?" He wanted to appear older and more experienced: he assumed any confidence in his voice would belay that quite well, so he said in a casual tone: "Thank you for the offer, but I'm quite fine on my own. I have trained-" though only a little' "- to be a warrior. If I need your help, I'll ask for it." Then, he inhaled deeply, and his brow furrowed in actual thought. He didn't want to seem like a little boy, jumping foolishly into this war, so he asked her, in a strong voice: "Would I be right in assuming that your pack might need more recruits for the battle against the Balkar? I hear they are an impressive force to battle against; does your pack have all the warriors it needs?" He paused, "And if they don't, I want to offer my services to your family. I want to help you fight against the Balkar."
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Sabla
Sikla
Warrior of Koran
Oh, Tarmy! Wherefore art thou?
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Post by Sabla on Oct 8, 2009 19:51:28 GMT -5
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm quite fine on my own. I have trained-" he paused "- to be a warrior. If I need your help, I'll ask for it." Then he took in a deep breath, pulling strength from himself and it flowed through his words, "Would I be right in assuming that your pack might need more recruits for the battle against the Balkar? I hear they are an impressive force to battle against; does your pack have all the warriors it needs?" He paused, "And if they don't, I want to offer my services to your family. I want to help you fight against the Balkar."
Sabla stepped back, reevaluating the brown mann, Midian. He was young, she gave him that, but now that his tone was more serious, not quite so caught up in pup's stories, he seemed much older than she had first evaluated. His strong tone spoke of the warrior within him, the strength deep down. He did take the war seriously, he knew it was no joke, unlike many a pup within the Carpathians. He was smart and knew about reality.
She nodded, agreeing with what Midian said, for it was true, then spoke, "I am Sabla, a warrior of Koran." She shook her head, "It sickens my heart to hear you speak of war so truly and so willingly. But yes, Koran needs all the help we can get, from anywhere we can get. The Balkar are not of this world, they are not varg, but demons. They are born from the blood of Wolfbane and are full of hatred and cruelty. They have no mercy, for anyone."
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Midian
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Post by Midian on Oct 9, 2009 18:33:10 GMT -5
He was aware that she was looking him over, and in response, he attempted to posture himself to show his best features: a strong head, burly shoulders, long legs. He was, after all, a compilation of many powerful Varg. He carried his grandfather's size, his mother's sleek form, his father's strong muzzle, and the fiery spirit of many ancestors. And while she stood back and inspected him, he watched her eyes; he noticed immediately when her curious gaze had turned more appreciative of his prowess despite his young age. It gave him pride, and he stood up smart and tall, as he imagined a true warrior would.
'Sabla?' He thought, connecting a new name to her slender face. He flicked his ears forward, and listened intently to her. She seemed to have a warrior's expertise on the situation: she was not going to dismiss his aid just because of his youth. She might, instead, see the potential in him, and for this, he was very proud to have met her. A nurse or a simple storyteller might not have seen him as an asset to their gathering army. 'Still, she does seem to deify these Balkar more than she should,' thought the youth. 'I would have called them lowly dogs or smelly bears or some such. Demons? How can a pack keep its morale against demons?' But he said nothing, and the fire in his eyes never wavered. He was resolute.
"I understand," Midian replied slowly. He did indeed understand the gravity of the situation he was enlisting himself in, but a legion of these demons could not frighten him off. He would be a proud and true hero like Fren, and perhaps a savior of the lands - like Tratto, now that he thought about it. The very wolf who brought the Balkar together. 'Ironic,' Midian thought with a smirk. His eyes flickered briefly, and then he wondered if he should rush home to tell his parents, or if he should ask Sabla for more intel on the situation - perhaps even meet with some of the other wolves in Koran. He could not be an ambassador for his own pack - Ge-rad might opt to conserve its small forces and stay safely away from war - but he could at least show the warriors of Koran that there were Varg in these lands who supported them. He might also meet with someone in a higher rank who could give him more advice, or perhaps his first set of orders?
'Unless Sabla here is the lead warrior?' He thought, narrowing his eyes curiously. He decided not to ask, and chose to follow the latter of his two options first. "Sabla," he said in a clear voice. "As a new initiate in this war, I'd like your permission to enter Koran borders - strictly for new information as it comes, and to meet with your packmates when I can. I promise to still ask for Tratto's Blessing when I'm intercepted by the Koran guard, but would it be alright to tell them you have given me permission to enter?" He cocked his head. "And... as for the Balkar, what can you tell me about them? What tangible facts do you know?"
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Sabla
Sikla
Warrior of Koran
Oh, Tarmy! Wherefore art thou?
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Post by Sabla on Oct 14, 2009 9:38:58 GMT -5
Sabla bowed her head to Midian, "You have my permission. Be sure to mention my name to the guards, else risk taken with ill-fortune. Our whole pack have been on high alert and have become rather paranoid."
He asked about the Balkar and she paused, wracking her brain of all the facts she knew about them. Sabla was really disappointed, for she didn't know much. She had a few run-ins with twisted varg, but they had hailed from Sarnes or List. She honestly never had the misfortune to meet a brutish Balkar. But she had seen them, heard of them, elaborated their fiendish actions within her nightmares.
"They are all male, and gigantic wolves that snap up souls into their gullets. They maul limbs to sharp their teeth and rake their claws across boulders to point them.
"The Balkar have no values, they behold twisted minds. At one time, they may have been varg, but no more. For they hunt down their own kind for simple pleasure. They are led by the ruthless Carcaroth, an ebon bear-of-a-wolf as black as the darkest night, with his beta, a slightly smaller, yet still bear-of-a-wolf with a pelt of flames spat from the realm of Wolfbane himself." Sabla growled low and vicious, not at Midian, but at the mere thought of the Balkar, traitors to their own species.
"I believe these are the two who hunted and killed our dragga, Kadin, in cold blood. His carcass was shredded and scattered, pieces missing, possibly eaten, the stain of blood thick in the air and in our hearts." she snarled, "That is why we fight, tooth and claw. For the loyalty and vengeance to our beloved dragga."
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Midian
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Post by Midian on Oct 14, 2009 22:22:24 GMT -5
Midian nodded. It would be foolish to rush in and expect a warm welcome if he refused to tell the guards Sabla's name. He cocked his head, ears pricked, as she proceeded to tell him all she knew of the Balkar. The way she described them made them sound like creatures born from Wolfbane's fiery hell, and Midian began to wonder how she ever expected to fight against such demons. 'Does she have a death wish? Has she lost her mind? Or is she so against this war that she plans to undermine the confidence of her warriors?' Midian thought critically, narrowing his pale eyes against her description. He was still not deterred - on such a beautiful day, with such fantastic stories in his head as Fren, Midian could not be swayed to say differently than he was confident in joining the war, but he was beginning to doubt the very capacity of Koran's warriors. He liked Sabla - he truly did - but she seemed not to know how to objectively judge another pack.
'Unless, of course, the Balkar truly are exactly how she says. Bear-of-a-wolf I can believe; but their ability to gobble up the souls of those they kill? That power, I would think, should only be in the realm of gods.' Which made Midian frown. If Sabla was being as truthful as she seemed, then perhaps he was not only entering a war between factions, but a religious conquest as well - to rid the demons from the face of the earth. 'Or, at least, from these lands.' His frown deepened, and a sliver of doubt stabbed his heart. As Sabla described Kadin's remains, or what was left of them, he felt a small shiver creep down his spine. He concealed it as best he could from the russet Koran warrior, and when he looked up at her with a solemn face, there was still a blazing fire in his eyes. He would fight these black-hearted wolves - they could not be immortal.
"Are these Balkar truly demons, as you say?" He asked slowly, and his tail twitched. He knew very little of the modern Balkar; his knowledge was more concerned around their origins and the part they played in not only the first war against the incursion from the southern packs, but also their part in the second war in the story of the prophecy. He did not fully believe that they were demons, but he wondered if she did. He also wondered how the Koran wolves planned on defeating the Balkar. 'Amassing their army? Sharpening their skills and cunning? Waiting for the right opportunity to strike?' Midian frowned, mulling it over and finding striking similarities between this course of action, and the activities of the Rebels before they were massacred in the war of the prophecy. 'Or perhaps it will be quick and swift? They will attack the Balkar when they least expect it? Give them a fast and brutal retaliation for the death of their Dragga?' "And, uh, Sabla," he cocked his head, "does your pack yet have a plan for victory?"
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Sabla
Sikla
Warrior of Koran
Oh, Tarmy! Wherefore art thou?
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Post by Sabla on Oct 25, 2009 15:12:24 GMT -5
//With the board-wide inactivity, there hasn't been much of a war or any plans at all.//
Sabla shifted from foot to foot at that question for victory, slightly agitated, not at Midian, but at the fact that Koran had not put forth a plan of action upon the Balkar. But she didn't know what to say to the yearling. For she did not want to say Koran had suffered negligence in failure to follow through with the war. But she wanted to stress her confidence in her pack and her drappa, Phantom.
She was unsure of what to say, for she was simply a warrior for Koran, not an emissiary to negotiate allies, terms of the war, nor other politics of the packs. She wasn't sure she even should enlist wolves from other packs to help Koran, but she felt it was more of her duty than the many pups that made up Koran.
So with a strong voice, she growled with slight irritation, "The war is still being formed, nothing is oficial yet. So far, Koran has no plan yet." She looked the pup over with a sharp eye, "But even if we did, you wouldn't be entrusted in our plans. I've just met you, I cannot trust a random mann in the woods with another pack's secrets, even if you appear to be trustworthy. First you must prove yourself to the pack to know what you are asking, let alone be able to enlist. Koran can't afford to trust just any varg."
She nodded heartily, "The reason why I say the Balkar are demons are because they do not act as a normal wolf. Their minds are twisted, they are corrupted and follow in the paws of Wolfbane and other nightmares.' Her bright green eyes shone fiercely, "But they are of flesh. They may be big, brutish in size, but can still bleed, still feel pain. They are still a varg in terms of tooth and claw."
//Jeez, I feel all-gloomy talking so much about war and pack politics. This thread needs something to lighten it up. Not sure what though... *muse-drained*//
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Midian
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Post by Midian on Nov 4, 2009 13:53:15 GMT -5
(let's do the salsa and ignore the depressing politics! (o:) Midian frowned. It sounded as if the war was still in its preliminary stages - planning, gathering forces, et cetera. He understood her hesitation to share everything she knew about the war with him, but he was still surprised she would admit her pack had no official plans yet. Even espionage could be arranged in a matter of days, and it might be better to send a new recruit into the badlands to prove his loyalty to their cause. His frown deepened. She might not request such an act from him, but he would do it anyway. It might reawaken the spirit of war within the pack of Koran. They could have their revenge for the death of their leader, and he would prove himself as a valuable asset to their cause.
Or he could be captured, and his good deed gone unnoticed. A scowl hooded his masculine face, darkening his pale eyes and knotting his brow. No one ever said war would be easy, and proving his loyalty would undoubtedly be the most difficult hurdle in entering it. But he was a proud Varg, a true Varg, and he would fight against oppression, against the wanton taking of life, and for his own belief that Varg should be free to live their lives without the darkness of the Balkar hanging over their heads. His cunning and skill would be his weapon as he spied on the twisted demons Sabla described.
"Then it is an even fight," he growled. "If they can bleed, then we can take them. They may be few in numbers, and we have the advantage of a noble cause, of fire in our hearts, and a just cause. And I might be able to encourage more warriors to join in our fight." He beat the air with his tail as his face grew contemplative. He wasn't sure where to find these forces: he didn't want to endanger his own pack - though he might be forced to bring the war to their attention very soon - but he was sure he could find other wolves to aid them. Until then, though: "We can still hone our skills, strengthen our teeth and claws. I will set off to find more initiates, but shall we play a game first? A game to test our mettle, to sharpen our minds...?" He tilted his head. "A spar, perhaps, or a kind of tag. A hide-and-seek version to flesh out our cunning and our instincts?"
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Sabla
Sikla
Warrior of Koran
Oh, Tarmy! Wherefore art thou?
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Post by Sabla on Nov 9, 2009 22:10:59 GMT -5
//Oooooh. *claps* I love the salsa!!//
The femme's heart swelled slightly, hope pouring in as Midian promised to recruit others to Koranian forces. Even a handful could mean the difference in this war, for she wasn't sure how strong the Balkar troops were either. Nor how planned. She just wished that Koran would be ready in time, that another strike from the Balkar wouldn't cripple them yet again. A thought sliced through her mind fearfully; What if they came after their drappa, Phantom, this time? She vowed to herself that she would not let it come to that. Even if she had to march into the heart of the Balkar themselves and fight Carcaroth himself. She would do it, to tooth and claw.
Loyalty always.
She snapped back to attention as Midian spoke of a game to train the senses.
"A spar, perhaps, or a kind of tag. A hide-and-seek version to flesh out our cunning and our instincts?"
Sabla's mouth twitched into a wry smile. She just loved games, and was good at them too. Although Koran only recently went to war, Sabla has been a Koranian warrior for many moons now. And she has kept her skills and senses honed to perfection, for who knew when she could be called? She would prowl and sneak into the night, stalking her prey and purposely making it harder for herself in order to push herself and improve. Her mate, Tarmalo, and her would slip quietly through the moonlight, or under the pale sun to dance and play through the forests in this same manner.
"Sure," she grinned wolfishly, "I just love games."
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