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 dont 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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Posted on January 2, 2009 at 00:38:36 AM by Zanzibar
THE MASKED PUP was not sure how long it had been. It was even harder to keep track of time at night, and he had other things to worry about. Anyhow, the wind began to blow harder, and was soon whipping around him in all directions, causing his floppy ears to sometimes slap against his face. But he simply remained there, lying limp like a little overused rag doll puppy. Before the wind had picked up, once in a while his nose would twitch and his nostrils would widen, searching for any familiar scent. But now the gusty wind scattered the scents this way and that, and Zanzibar was too tired to put forth the effort in unscrambling them and determining which ones came from where. The little hope that remained in his young, innocent soul was draining slow like a steadily oozing wound. He whimpered even softer than before and then let his lids slide over his mismatched eyes nothing to do now but rest and wait for tomorrow.
SUDDENLY, HE THOUGHT he heard something, though could not be sure with the wind. It was probably just making some branches scratch together or something, he figured, and let it go with a sigh. Shortly after, his large ears detected another out of place sound, making his eye lids lift up again. The young male knew he may have just been hearing things, or that it was probably the wind but none the less, he was still a pup, and even though he was more of a logical thinker than most his age, he still had an imagination. And whether he summoned it or not, it would put ideas into his mind. Though, even if he thought he may have been imagining the sounds, in his mind he once more picture the cat like creature something he grow to know as a lynx or a bob cat type of animal.
AT FIRST, ZANZIBAR began to desperately find any out of place scent in the wind, but it was so hard to concentrate that much. So, after a minute or so of trying, he stopped besides, he would not have to worry about any more parents abandoning him if the thing came and ate him now. But no he let out a soft whimper so soft it could not really be heard, and he tried to think of some way out of this. Even if he never found parents that wanted him, he would survive. He would not give up for some stupid cat. And maybe he could even find Eclipse and Nephthys one day.
JUST A HE was going to try and perhaps start crawling away, something whispered his name. Or, well, someone. He could not identify the speaker, since he had hardly heard the word at all above the wind. One of his ears swiveled around for a moment, though when he heard nothing else it went back forward. So, being that he thought it was either nothing, or maybe the death of him, his eyes widened greatly when suddenly a dark paw appeared next to him. Though he did not move his skull, his eyes rolled upward, and into the mismatched pair of none other than his adoptive mother. As she lowered her body, he extended his tongue and licked her paw a couple times almost like saying thank you for coming to him. Relief flooded his body and mind they had not left him. They were still his, and he, likewise, was theirs.
SHE LICKED AT an ear, trying to comfort him in a motherly way, he imagined. He noticed that she was shaky, and dead dog tired like he was. Had she been running too? Had she seen the big cat too? They lay there, staring into each others eyes, and it was relaxing. Though the young wolf did wonder where Eclipse, his father, had gone. Well, not his real father of course, but he thought of the duo just the same as real parents. Zanzibar whined, and parted his jaws, deciding she might be the one other he could try and talk to.
Wher where is is meh my fath er
IT WAS OBVIOUS in the way that he spoke that he did not stutter because he was nervous or scared. It was obvious that he simply had problems with speaking to people the social disorder. His eyes squinted as the wind blew right into his face, though it only lasted a few seconds. Part of him was afraid that when his eyes reopened, she would be gone. But, when the lids parted, she was still there, staring into his eyes as he was hers.
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