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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Can you get past this mask? Nephthys preferably ;D
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(OOC: guess who? xD but yeah, if Nephthys could reply to this first that'd be great ^^)

The shrill scream echoed through the crisp autumn air, the sound of some small forest-creature meeting it's demise in hungry jaws. The wolf however, was not hungry. He'd only just finished cleaning the blood of last meal from his muzzle before he crawled through the gap in the bushes which he knew would take him to Blossom Forest. His massive frame barely fit through the hole and he'd had to pause to pull all the twigs out of his thick coat. Shaking himself, the brute padded forwards on surprisingly quiet paws which looked more like the paws of a bear than that of a wolf. As he passed groups of lupines he caught a few of them staring at him, he'd expected as much for he was certainly something different. For starters, he was larger than most wolves but it wasn't fat, his bones were covered with powerful rippling muscle, the muscle of someone who spent everyday combatting death. His form was blanketed by a thick coat of black and white with a few patches of ruddy brown growing around his paws and ears and eyes of such pale blue they looked like ice which matched the strange scent on his pelt. It was the scent of cold, wind, snow and death.

Sol marched through the forest with a surprising amount of confidence for someone so new to Blossom. He clearly had a fixed destination in mind as he passed several packlands towards one in particular. Sol stopped at the border of the Andere Seite packlands and scanned up and down the border, ears perked. A fiercely cold wind was blowing yet he hardly seemed to notice as his nose twitched and steam left his maw with each breathe. He was in the right place.
Running his velvet tongue over dangerous knives he took a step back and tipped back his head. A low, power-filled howl filled the air, causing several birds to stir and flap away screeching. Despite the obvious strength in the call, this was not the call of a challenger, but of a newcomer requesting an alpha's presence. Finishing the howl with a shake of his pelt Sol sniffed the air again. Nephthys was still here, but it was Kimani's scent that was dominant on the borders. Briefly, thoughts of Zanzibar flickered through Sol's mind but he quickly waved them off with a flick of one ear. He couldn't allow himself to think of anything that could blow his cover.
His very life probably depended on it.


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