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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Nephthys curled tighter around Zanzibar, her muscles like jelly. She laid her head down near his, staring blankly into his chocolaty brown eye, letting the innocence there wipe away her pain. Her eyelids close halfway, a small smile touching her lips, for once without her insanity. While insanity might forever dance in her eyes and turn her wicked humor into a razor anger that sliced all who got to close, she'd always soften around her adopted son. Her son.

She licked him on the nose, chuckling softly in her throat. She flicked her tail, letting in thump on the ground. But his stuttering voice cut through her moment of serenity. Before he had even finished his slow, stuttering question, her eyes had left his face to stare between her paws. She waited in silence, trying to figure out how to break it to him that his father had left without breaking his poor heart to splinters like her own. She nosed him once more and looked up, meeting those sweet eyes. "Zanzibar, Eclipse-" She was cut off by a shriek that made the hair on the back of her neck rise, and the rest of her fur, too. She leaped to her feet, whipping around with a blood curling snarl full of fury and anger that had been leashed so tightly. The cat was almost upon her when she gained her feet, to late to get out of the way, to late to save them both.

A blur rushed forward and tumbled with the lynx, stopping that cat from getting its claws in Nephthys. She stood there, a little confused at the sudden change of events. But the sound of snarling, hissing, and bodies struggling to kill the other caught her attention. Through the fight, she could see Beowulf, her savior, fighting to keep his hold on the cat, and yet getting claws dug into his side. She leaped forward, ignoring tired and weary limbs, and grabbed hold of the lynx from the otherside. Claws ripped wildly at her, scratching chest and fromt limbs. Teeth clamped at her ruff right below her throat, causing a since of dread the creep in Nephthys. She let go and backed off, dragged the cat with her. She side stepped her hind end and leaped for her neck again, trying to shake her.

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