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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OOC: That's okay and yes, I would love a manip! This is an old one I made and I just haven't had the motivation to make her a slightly better one. I don't have any photoshop editers or anything fancy like that ]=









Rising from her submissive pose, tabiries took in the hunter's figure with quiet observation. He looked the part of an alpha, that she had to admit to herself. He held himself proudly, like he hadn't a care in the world. Though at glances, she could swear she saw a slight bit of tension in his globes, like he was worried about something. Yet she wasn't the nosy type so she would keep that to herself. Eavesdroppers tipped toward the brujo as he spoke, taking his voice in like water to drink. She absorbed every word, filing the strong voice as the call of her alpha. He had welcomed her, so that must mean she was accepted, right? Not one to ask questions, she decided to just go with it till he proved different.

She took the other name in silently, saving it away for future reference. Kimani. She liked that name. It was different. A small smile pulled at her features as she bobbed her crown in a nod that she understood. She already had a motivation to meet the faceless fae. She had a name and that's it. Curiosity had always been her weakness. Whipcord remained down behind her chassi with the tip curved up in interest. It was a stance of neutrality. Her crania was held low in the form of omega. She noted that the czar was watching her with strict focus, like she couldn't breath without him analyzing it. She shifted her weight a little on her limbs, feeling a tad uncomfortable under the hunter's stare. She wasn't used to such scrutiny and it made her feel like her flaws were layed out in front of the bronc, plain for him to see.

Then he smiled and she couldn't help but return it. She almost forgot about his staring. Almost. He asked her name and she opened her mouth with excitement before shutting it. She didn't want to come off as high strung so she formed her mug into a little more composed of a line then spoke, her voice sounding small even to her own auds. My name is Misty. When he sat down, she shifted again, not sure what was expected of her now. She knew better than to think that her cue to leave or walk further into the territory. It seemed the baron wanted to speak further than greetings. She ran through thoughts in her head. What could she say? She was having a brain blank. She reserved to just stand before him, gilded visionaries trained on his facades, letting him take the next step in talking. Surely he had some more questions for her. Hopefully she would have the right answers.




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