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 March 1, 2009 at 02:26:20 AM by Plague



He repressed another growl of anger, he’d hunt down another lynx and another until he felt satisfied, but he knew it would never make them equal. The cats were never equal to wolves, not even in the smallest way, sure they both preyed on prey, but the wolf had the stamina and strength to outrun and catch its prey, while the cats here only relied on the strength of their leap and stealth. It knew how to hide and it was that and luck, bad luck, that it had gotten past the border undetected. He knew Kimmy wouldn’t be happy with how he fought it, even if it was running away from a fight it started. Humph. Coward, he thought. Still, he knew she ultimately be happier that it died. He promised them all silently that he would never let it happen once more while he still breathed. He stood up and looked away while Beowulf’s youngster crept up and started to weep over her father.

Most wolves would feel pity, but he couldn’t. T’was a thing he was never much able to do and sometime ago, lost altogether. He turned back towards the sorrowful family reunion and stared at the brute, then looked around the clearing and scented the breeze. He had not met Xavior, then again, he couldn’t much think right now. He closed his eyes against the blood-red clouds that swirled angrily in his mind and focused on the ivory snow that began to fall upon them. He opened them and looked at Firestorm; he caught her tearful gaze and spoke calmly, his voice a melody amongst the violently harsh silence. He leaned in to her and spoke quietly

…Firestorm, listen to me, I will clean his wounds and you two keep him warm, okay?

He made no promises this time. But he actually thought the brute had a good chance, he wouldn’t say it, but if the brute wasn’t already dead, he had a good chance. Still ,he kept silent as he left her to instruct the youngster, who’s name he remembered. Esper, they adopted her. He smiled briefly and began to carefully clean his wounds, helping the blood pile onto the wound, which meant a thicker layer of healing would take place. The wounds would heal slowly, as they were deep and they would scar for sure, but still, little of that mattered when it was the difference between life and death for a brute that saved one of his family. He suddenly regained his focus and increased his speed a little, cautious that the brute may not like him when he woke up. Plague had to twist his head a little from time to time, but he was accustomed to pain and bore no grimace nor whimper from his maw.

Blood continued to trial itself down Plague’s back and it was already congealing into a dripping thick mess. He ignored it and finished all the wounds on the brute’s torso by now, stealing glances at Kimani as she told her sister who the hell the ebony stranger was. He finished them by licking the hair the natural way it fell. He gently licked the rips and cuts on the brutes features, humming quietly to him in the process, thinking only one thing during the process. He actually got calmer as he worked the blood stemming and in most wounds, stopped completely. Then the brush started to wobble from across the small chaotic scene and Plague flicked an eye there and back, the scent told him it was the unique fae that he only had just welcomed. Darn, he wondered if Kimani would just tell her to F*** off and be done with it. She did after all only call for Xavior, so far the only wolf that hadn’t showed. Still, he had the brute lying beneath him under control, though it was up to him whether he lived or died now. A wolf could only do so much. He simply gave a few noticeable wags of his tail, more for reassurance to everyone that didn’t already smell him on her. He heard her muddled words, herbs, well, that wasn’t anything he could help with. If there was an herb that could wake up this brute then hell yah, go for it. Still, Xavior would probably know best.




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