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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They struggled, her screeching heard as he ripped in her with his teeth. She eventually had to leap back … to release his jaws from her flesh. I had thrown her off when some random wolf had come into her path, though not off enough to not fight back, as he was surely learning now. Not that it was stopping her from long, as her sandy colored limbs outstretched once more, claws extending to grasp and slice into canine flesh. Suddenly, though, sounds came form the side, and when she looked, the first wolf was lunging towards her. So, she grabbed a hold on this one … just as she had with the first. Her sharp claws dug wildly at the wolf, who was soon backing away.

Her brown eyes found the mismatched ones of the dark pelted wolf, and an evil grin could almost be seen forming on her mouth. Yes, the lynx had the upper hand … if only for a moment. Teeth were quick to enter the loose scruff on the back of her neck, and she could feel herself being pulled back, away from the dark pelted wolf. Turning, it was the already injured one … somehow making a comeback to try and save the one. Well, it was no matter to her. This time, though, she was angered even more, and so began using the other wolf as somewhat of a scratching post. His face was soon carved up in a bloody mess. She could hear his yelping, and it made her want more.

His grip on the back of her neck eventually faltered, and she was free. With that, her body turned and she circled around his form. When she had nearly reached his front once more, she leapt in. Her teeth managed to grip his shoulder, and she grasped his entire body with her claws … keeping her hold on him. As he began tumbling and moving, trying to free himself, her grip only tightened. If she began sliding at all, her claws were slicing into his skin … making more bloody lines appear on his form.

After a minute or so, though, she realized that she was not going to be able to hunt down one of these animals. Would not be able to hunt down one of these animals that were killing off all of her usual prey. Taking her claws back, the tired lynx let out one last forest-shaking shriek before leaping and running off into the thicker parts of the forest. She soon was up; traveling by the trees, and soon after was completely gone from the wolf territory.



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