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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Posted on January 21, 2009 at 02:02:32 AM by Plague
T’was quite a good thing to run once more, seeing that lately, his muscles had found it was the only way they could be challenged. He and Kimani had made it a race back to the pack lands and he shot off, knowing that more than likely, she would get there first, but in his frantic rush, he turned up at the wrong border, but no hesitation came from his paws, his ebony frame slid over the border and he smiled, letting his banner slide in a aggressive curl over his spine, showing he was alpha. He wondered what he was going to do, he decided to make his way towards where he said he would meet Kimani, but a whole friggin barrage of new scents and howls came upon him, there were, it seemed, a many few to be welcomed or dissuaded, waiting at the packs border. He sighed, hell, what did he expect? Kimani had been away, and no one had been able to accept any, so he drew in a breath and worked his way to the oldest scent, being able to distinguish their age would help him deal with the ones that had been waiting the longest, first. Plague was slightly nervous, as no one other than Kimani knew of him being alpha, but t’was such a thing they would have to not get used to anymore, he would not leave.
His footfalls fell silent and he smiled, it certainly was an impressive terra and he suddenly felt a surge of pride for it. Within simple minutes his black form observed a pack wolf waiting with a newcomer; he took a breath and lifted his head high, his alpha position a little more aggressive than normal. With this new flow of confidence and knowledge that he could easily dispatch any wolf on his border, he stepped out of the cover and the sun fell on his glimmering pelt, he paced easily over, his silks rubbing sensually over steely bands of toughened muscle, with healed tears and slashes of sliver all over him, but fresher ones on his chest where Kimani had sunk her teeth in twice. The thought of her almost made him smile, but he suppressed it and stepped up to the pair, glancing at the pack brute, then the new fae. A few moments passed before his maw opened and his calm, smoky voice invaded all bells listening. His glare fixed on the new fae and he made a quick ‘down’ beckoning with his skull, not taking his muddy gaze from her.
You….submit, now.
The thing was, he didn’t have the time nor patience for games from newcomer wolves and it was a well-known basic fact that it t’was best to submit before they arrived, made things move a hell of a lot faster too. His gaze wavered none and her continued to burn her features with his piercing gaze, waiting for her response, the correct response. He had asked her to lie down and when she did, he blinked and spoke up once more. After another few moments of letting tension build.
I am Plague, alpha of Andere Siete. What is your name?
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