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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The moonlight had onceagain taken the sky over, while the sun was at rest, a beautiful partnership. The sounds of lonely howls are every where, accompanying them the hoots and calls of owls.
A small, but slick champange colored flash is traveling on the dark navy forest floor, her banner flaging as she speeds along, she doesnt know how long she will keep running but it feels so good, this feels so good, she acknowledges; the first run of a young she-wolf. Her sand paws press firm and hard into each step, leaving paw pad prints each quick step. She had been shadowed by the canpoe above until a breech of moonlight glitters down on her, you notice she is a iced gold color, she jumps over a moss covered tree, that had fallen long ago, and had been down for many, rules of sun and moon.
She ponders on what it would be like never to stand tall, again or run freely, the thought seems horrid, she closes her crystal blue orbs for a moment, and her silky pelt glitters with the mucsles under her skin quivering at the rush of sweet freedom, she opens her eyes again, she listens intently, she heard the sound of crickets singing, mimicing the powerful wolves, the dancing of a stream, the questioning of nosy owls, nothing new, but then she heard something peculiar, the movement of stronger limbs then hers; she should of slowed and told of her apporching or better yet turn around but she couldnt, she just had to keep going, she looked around for the animal, but just saw the familar flashes and blurrs of the midnight trees. Hmmm, she thought, her big crystal blue eyes, curious. She slows to a walk, and lowers her muzzle to the earth, breathing in it's directions, she could defiantaly smell the she-wolf. Moneta followed her banner flaging her chase, and her ears pointed up to indicate any sounds to better her search, briefly she wagged her tail when the trail was no longer stale, estatically she kept it up until she clusmily bumped into the intimidating figure, yipping and jumping back, fur bristled. But very quickly, she smooths her pelt out, her ears prick up and her tail, slightly low, she showed no aggression, just curiousity and amazement, of the extreme powerful scent of this she-wolf, she listened intently to her wise words, and stared into the hazel orbs, her own blue ones were glistening like she discovered a herd of elk calves, "Hello, I"m Moneta." her tone whispery and honey like, she showed no domanice or subbmissivness. just simple curioustity, "How interesting," she mumured.

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