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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He had sat on the border for a while now, just basically resting after the fight, regaining what little effort was expelled on the pathetic beast of a challenger, Plague hadn’t killed him, as the fight ended, but he had shown him that he couldn’t simply walk into his pack, walk out and expect to win it all or strike it lucky. The stupid brute had no tactfulness about him, only a power hungry thirst that he could never seem control, even when Plague left his calling card upon him. Now he brute only had one ear and Plague decided to do it to all wolves who decided to fuck with Andere. Maybe it would teach a few lesser wolves a lesson or two about the way he worked. You fuck with Andere and you lose an appendage. Sure, it had only been an ear, but infection was much more likely in a loner and the fact that he couldn’t lick the wound by himself also gave points to infection, all in all, the brute would suffer. That was, if he didn’t find some pack that was stupid enough to accept him.
God forbid.

His Queen’s howl burst over the horizon and instantly stood and turned, leaving the border, trotting into the bush, his shoulder did actually hurt, but he didn’t care. It seemed to melt away in comparison to the fact that Kimani was again ready to be found. His banner curled aggressively over his spine, more in pride than dominance, they were actually challenged quite a bit when he focused on the thought. With brutes and faes, for some unknown reason, thinking if they chose Andere, they may have an advantage. What utter fools would think such wolves could be beaten down so easily?
Obviously, the last few challengers, but Plague wanted to know why. He realised that Andere was more…private, in a word, their secrets and happenings not spilling over the pack borders like some other certain loose pack boundaries. They dealt with pack shit inside the pack, if anything went down, what reason was there to tell everyone. It wasn’t like they were trying to appear perfect, they just weren’t as dramatized as some wolves he’d come across.

Now, he stepped into the clearing, his wound hadn’t stopped bleeding yet, probably due to the fact that he returned to his pack pretty quickly, not knowing Kimani had returned, but also wanting to look for her some more. It seemed his patience had been rewarded, as there sat his beautiful queen before him, regal as fuckin anything he’d ever seen and so damn sexy it went off the scales. Plague didn’t show emotion, but he did have to draw a little breath, constantly seeming to have his breath taken away by her. It was normal for him not to be straight out with what he felt, he probably showed more to Kimani than anyone else, but even that wasn’t that much. Their relationship wasn’t a normal per say, it was awesome, they didn’t really depend on each other which is what made them such good alphas in the first place. When one left, both could step it up and not have the whole pack collapse into inactivity because of it. Hell, he’d seen it happen before.

Now he paced across to Kimani, sensing her mood and knowing she was pissed from the sound of her howl from the previous few minutes. He first nuzzled her, rubbing his head delicately over hers, understanding she might not want too much attention in the mood she was in. Honestly, Plague figured that even if you spent three lifetimes with your fae, you could still do something wrong when she was in that mood. Something appeared to be brewing inside her, much like the thunder before a storm; he was getting the signals to go unplug his effing computer before the storm blew it up. He drew back a little and rubbed his tongue against his maw. He looked into her eyes, mis muddy orbs locking onto her mustards which always seemed more fuckin sexy in real life than he could ever picture in his mind. His body urged him to claim her, ride her like a pony, all the way to hell...and back. He told his mind to shut up and finally said something after a whole three minutes of silence.


He got to the point quickly though.

You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.

He smiled and nuzzled her again if she allowed him to, his body wanting more contact, but he would let her decide that. One bite wound today was enough and his breath had a strong metallic aroma of the brute’s blood, as well as his maw still holding some traces. They had both drawn blood, but Plague had won and not to seem cocky, but he’d always known he would, not that he’d declare that to anyone, ever.
He waited for his Queens to talk, his frame leaning in closer, resting a little against his shoulder. Only now did he actually feel he could stop putting up an ‘I’m okay’ barrier. Only now did he begin to feel tired, mostly from the latest day’s travels.

My love infects you like a Plague.




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