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.
IP: 210.246.4.249
Posted on May 3, 2009 at 01:40:29 AM by Plague
[OOC: I’m gonna make it he got back from Border Patrol before Kimani arrived]
He had only just arrived back; a single nod from Baroq showed all had been quiet and unprecedented. He nodded back and held back a sigh, he couldn’t help himself, and let the air slide quietly out, he felt lonely, which he thought as stupid, surrounded by our pack and I’m lonely. He looked across the sea of furred faces and opened his mouth to speak, but his whole cranium turned to train on one point, the point from a nearer border. He could smell…food? Why would a deer… He smiled even before he fully knew the answer and finished what he was about to say.
He asked if there were any questions, any inquires and then a smooth female lyri protruded from where he had been previously looking. His muddy orbs locked onto her mustard windows and they lit up immediately, his tail beating the air high above his back, he looked absolutely overjoyed, save his features, they were somewhat emotionless. Except for his eyes, of course, they danced with merriment, seeing she was in a better mood than what she would have been in when she left. He admired the buck for a few seconds, but it gave him little interest.
How could he? How could he be interested in food when the beauty of his life stood in front of him? The answer was obviously on his face- which was one minute away from mouth falling open-, it was no, no and no again. Nothing could or ever would interest him more than Kimani, he may be a fool to say that, but if that were the case, he’d rather be a fool than a lonely killing machine. He shook his head and looked at the pup on his back and winked, letting her stays there or wriggle off of her own accord. He knew Firestorm would take the pup in, but Plague thought it was better if she concentrated on Beowulf until he improved.
My pack mates, please, wait until Plague takes his fill, and then feel free to take some. Just be sure there is at least a good mouthful left when you’re all finished.
Plague smiled briefly and returned her nuzzle as she spoke, plunging his snout into her fur, inhaling her scent, so pure and sweet, it drove him crazy, he wanted to take her right then and do some very naughty things. Still, adults were watching, hell, pups were watching, not that he gave a fuck – no pun intended- that they were watching, it was just common sense to find somewhere more, private, to go about their ‘fun’. He licked her ear in a silent thank you and then whispered into it. His volume of tone the same as hers, although you could tell it screamed ‘I missed you’.
Thanks. I’ll go and grab a bite for the whole family too.
Plague intended Firestorm’s, not his. He paced coolly up to the buck, first reaching around and removing the pup gently from his back and placing her where he previously sat. Speaking more than whispering, he remembered a more ‘correct’ tone of voice for the pup this time.
Save my spot, will you? Don’t let the big pretty fae take it.
His amber orbs flickering between the prize and the hungry pack members. He winked at the pup and gave a humorous grin to the love of his life. They didn’t need telling twice, but Plague still had his banner in the air anyway. He knew none of them would make a wrong move, only stupid wolves made wrong moves around him. It was either wolves that wanted to die or wolves that didn’t know how to live. -Either non-existent or dead, after having made such a stupid move on himself in the first place- He ripped through the thick pelt and soon was gorging himself on the tender belly meat and – his personal favourite- meat of the spine. There was just something about it the satisfied Plague to every tendon in his body. The sweet coppery scent of blood filled the clearing and leaked a little into the drying earth. He stopped himself when he started to feel full, knowing all too well there were plenty of others to feed.
He reckoned the ranked wolves would get their fair share and then the omegas could fight it out for the remains. He thought about a hunt for the pack, but would give them some time to relax first; he still had a few important things to do. He licked his maw, cleaning all yummy traces from the area, he then cut precisely through the pelt and muscle of one hind leg, then when all but the bone held it on the carcass, and he took hold of the muscular thigh and tore it clear, without much effort at all. Plague trotted back to Kimani, and let his prize thud to the ground. He turned to the crowd who were probably practically drooling by then and spoke up. He looked deliberately at the pup, which by now was probably some form of interest to Kimmy and flicked his gaze to hers in a silent, clear message.
Later…
He smiled at all the attending members and made sure he would follow up on the others, who didn’t show, especially the brute who was rumoured to be a healer. He would be of Plague’s third priority, Beowulf was his first and Kimani – although first in any situation- would also want to see how the wolf that saved his sisters life was doing. Plague nodded decisively at the crowd, his belly a little more rotund than ever from his meal – which was very quick indeed, due to his hidden hunger-. He turned to Kimani and somewhat playfully eyed her, then whispering his plans after she made her inquiry.
I will be…
He nuzzled her, shuffling himself closer and his voice gaining a sexy, confident tone. A little more serious, but for all the right reasons.
I’ll check on Beowulf and take his family my little gift, you check on your sister and…Shall I meet you with her or shall we go alone for a little while?
He muttered a curse under his breath and looked around to the pup, he gave Kimani a nuzzle and then bent his head down to her level, whispering to her.
Were just going to see some friends, dear one.
He looked back to Kimani and asked a quick fire question.
How do you think your sister would mind watching this lil’ un’ until Beowulf is better? Firestorm said she could take her, but she’s…Yeah. Think you could take her with you?
He raised a deep midnight brow in mock begging. The pup probably had on idea that she was being guarded by the top royalty of the pack. God, what he’d give to have the equality again.
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