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 February 13, 2009 at 11:50:42 PM by Malahi & Drahzi
OOC;; Greensmurf, don't make Kimani go to hard on them please It was quiet. The two brothers couldn't answer the subject why, but the subdued atmosphere had brought a change upon them. They usually talked, they usually sorted things out when they hung by a fragile thread across them. But the opposites had a problem, and it was a problem they could not solves with power or brute force. They were afraid. They had left this place when they were younger, not really having a clue about what they were doing. Not that was pups they had to, but still. Leaving Kimani here, hopefully not worrying about them, especially not after that crazy wolf had made an attempt on one of the brothers' life. Which she probably had been. Hopefully those memories were gone, washed away by the sudden emotions she must of felt somewhere around here, in the time they had gone. They were still perfect opposites, and the mirrored each other now, scared of dredging up those memories they had spent ages hoping were dead and buried. The ebony wolf took a step forward, and a white paw flashed to stop his step into the border. Blue eyes stared hard at the black one, and he opened his mouth to say something but it came out with a muffled gulping noise as he gasped for air. Then, he spoke. "Drahzi. We've been gone for a while, brother, and we don't know how to be welcomed back, if we will. She may have a crack team of fighters; which I doubt, not the fighter part, that they would attack us. Drahzi, I can smell a male carrying himself around his authority, she has hopefully found a mate, and retained alphaship here all these years or has been over thrown. Either way, we must wait" The black wolf growled and swiveled his eyes on Malahi. But his look was defeated and exasperated; he had wanted this over with. This feeling of fear was not right for the Warlord. His scarred, haunted look swept once again over the lands he had played Alphas in with his brother, Malahi. And that brother had never faltered when Drahzi begun to conquest around the places they went. No, Malahi had always been there, preparing to heal Drahzi should he be in need of it. The scars that adorned his body now where proof of thje fact that Malahi had kept Drahzi alive, cheating death...like they had those years ago. It was not alien to Malahi to stop his brother. He nearly exploded with relief when Drahzi stepped away from the border, and sat down again with that look that signified something wasn't right. Malahi sighed, his white coat rippling with those sheen muscles he had kept secret from Drahzi for a while. Drahzi thought Malahi was nought but a healer, a plant user. His bye eyes rolled at what he would say and he howled, calling for Kimani and any other Alpha. Drahzi stiffened. "Why call, Malahi? Our scent is changed, our looks are changed, we are barely regocnisable, and you want to introduce yourself again? Can we not begin anew, stop holding on to memories that are just that, memories? Malahi, you will cause me much distress...." But Malahi had finished, plainly stating who he was, and who he wanted to see. The great lion of a wolf, Drahzi, sighed now. He wouldn't be able to back away, and secretly he wanted to meet Kimani again, but his mind was so torn up. He had left the pack that trusted him for a source of life, in the paws of someone who might not be able to handle it. And Malahi, who had come up with the idea to leave irritated Drahzi for thinking about it. It was quiet, and now the brothers knew why they were scared. They were scared of the past. why can’t someone else play God for a change? |
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