The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.

His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.

"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."

It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.

"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."

The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.

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The lands were quiet. Soothing, perhaps. Maybe slightly dead. Lonely. The stars were the only thing that may have been able to quell the mountainous bubble inside of me. He wanted to rip, to kill, to destroy something. And, the land was holding him back. The black figure froze in his tracks, hackles rising as something bounded past him. Lynx. Wild cat, whatever. And he was off. The cat was fast but Armand loped fast and steadily behind, closing the gap with each settled bound. His paws barely touched the ground as he leapt and refused to touch any land whatsoever, or so it seemed. The vampire boy was showing his bloodthirsty card. Armand snarled and the lynx glanced back with a smirk on it’s lips. It need only to run up a tree or mountainside and Armand would be powerless; but it was a young male, cocky, believing he was god. He was not. Armand smiled himself and a small incline send him rocketing through the air, paws gracefully held out to intercept the lynx. With a growl of frustration, Armand swung round and continued to chase the irritating cat.

He got close. Very close. The night started to break and the lynx was confused, having a wolf on it’s tail even as it grew light. Armand was on the hunt now, nothing would deny him his prey. He was a tracker; the hunter, the slayer. He was death followed by a few pounding muscles ready to rip as much as his mind told him too. The lynx was fast, and occasionally a small stream of regret managed to pound through him. Regret. What a nice name for a pup. Armand steeled himself. Should he ever become a father, he would take one, and name him or her Regret. They would become his apprentice. He smiled. That was his newest mission; get an apprentice. Yes, he felt like teaching someone.

His grey muzzle burst into the lynx’s view and Armand flew through the bush, the thorns barely scratching him from his speed. The lynx had stopped, thinking Armand was far away, stopping for a breather like his prey was. But, he had been close behind. A black paw lazily flicked the little beast down, as it squawked in protest. Much of it’s energy had gone into the race. He had little to fight with. In vain, it struggled up and started too race off. It didn’t realise it was going nowhere. It blinked back, and stopped as it saw Armand’s large paw on it’s tail. Then yowled with pain. Armand sliced it off with a blow to the head. The lynx got up again, hissed and scratched out at the black wolf. Armand chuckled. It was time for a half hearted fight on his part.

The lynx tried to jump on his back, but Armand was so quick. He rolled over, and with a quick motion, it was in his jaws. He dropped it. Anger taken out, Armand started trotting lazily in a direction before coming to rest, and licking his paws. The rock was comfy, far enough away from the carcass so that if anyone came trotting by they wouldn’t be able to trace his involvement back to the lynx. It was stronger and faster than most; perhaps crossed with something.


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