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.

Refresh/Reload

on the edge of a knife - wanting to die
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Posted on February 16, 2009 at 03:28:55 PM by Nephthys


Terror - Fury - CHAOS


Nephthys’ growl continued to burn at her throat, but she kept it there, not wanting to let her warning fade. Her mind was lost in a sea of insanity, fury, and confusion that she wasn’t herself. The madness was not the normal twinkle in her eyes. Kimani spoke to her, sarcasm thick in her voice, but Nephthys just turned to look at her with her hard eyes. A deep snarl ripped at her throat and she bared her teeth at her sister, not caring much that it was her sister. She was exhausted and fury still pushed the adrenaline through her veins, but she was still on the verge of collapse, much like Beowulf.


Nephthys muttered something dark and cruel under her breath, finishing it with a growl. She pulled her eyes from her sister’s and stared at the fallen wolf and his mate, trying to think of what to do, but not getting farther then her blank mind.
Kimani nudged her, but she ignored her, and watched as Kimani walked over to Beowulf. As she went, something crept over to Nephthys and curled up around her feet. She tensed, her fury rising, but she saw only her child, Zanzibar. She stopped the snarl that had been rising in her throat and shoved it back, letting a small whine tickle her throat. She reached down, ignoring the pain in her sides and neck, and licked his floppy ear. She did have something to live for, didn’t she? This puppy was her own, and she wouldn’t abandon him like his father. The thought drove a wedge into her heart and she shuddered, closing her eyes as the pain threatened to pull her down into the deep dark depths.


Kimani returned, and the worry in her eyes had increased. Nephthys knew, or she thought she knew, what it was like to have someone in her pack hurt. Maybe no one had really gotten hurt like this when she had ruled, but she still knew what it felt like to have a responsibility to them all. Nephthys’ tail lashed at her sides and she glanced at Beowulf and Firestorm, her eyes clouding slightly.
Again the words Kimani spoke to her went over her head, even though the whisper had an air of urgency, Nephthys was too distracted. For a moment, her mind wrestled with the question, even though Nephthys herself didn’t actually think that much on it. She was staring off into space when her mind kicked in and made her listen to the question she’d been asked. She paused, trying to think of any healers in the pack. Had Xavior ever told them he was a healer? Even if he hadn’t, Nephthys knew who they needed to call on.


”Call for Xavior. I’m pretty sure he is a healer.” Nephthys voice still hadn’t lost her dark growl, even though she kept her emotions down enough so that some softness could be heard in her tone. But it vanished as soon as the words left her mouth, for once again she was an abandoned wolf whose heart was about to break with the madness and sorrow kept there.


Madness tearing at her soul






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