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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//Kimani//Female//Adult//Alpha of Andere Seite//Mate to Plague//Pupless//
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I’m not some fairytale princess
Waiting for her knight and horse of white



Her pacing continued even as she noticed his entrance. Her feral yellow eyes glanced to the “sexy in that dark and mysterious way” male for a moment … the only time he’d probably ever see a vulnerable glance from her … and then her eyes returned to watch where her ashen feet were going. She smelled blood, which was the reason she had looked at all, since she didn’t have to, to know he was present. It looked like an injury on his shoulder, probably from the recent challenge. Usually she might go and lick at it a few times, caring though playing like she only wished for his blood. But she wasn’t in that mood now. He approached, and a small growl rumbled in her throat. She wouldn’t attack him, or really anything more than growl as she was, but as said before, she blamed him for this and wasn’t happy with anyone right then. Plus she had a heady decision on her shoulders now, and whatever his input, it was still hers to make. She did want his input, only because she did care what he thought of it. Even if she decided against what he wanted, she would need to know what level they were on with each other.

She halted her pacing steps when he finished his approach. He began nuzzling against her skull with his ebon head and the growl rose in her throat slightly. Nothing he should take personally … she was simply a very difficult female to figure out, even as females go. As his skull pulled back, obviously getting the idea, she looked up and their eyes locked. His soft brown occuli into her mustard pair. It softened her mood for a few seconds, lucky for him or he may have lost part of his tongue. But as she realized that he was showing more affection, she snapped her head quickly away and slowly paced a few steps forward – soon turning back to take the same straight trail in the clearing that she had been pacing since before making the call for Plague. She was now walking with her back to him, long scars up her back from cougars still visible beneath her thick pelt. About then he was thinking of riding her … if she had known that or especially if he had acted on it, he’d have a new scar to wear.

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

His deep voice came to her ears as she turned the other side, facing him now. She paused, looking at him oddly for a moment. Her brow cocked upward slightly as if she had spoken complete gibberish. Then, very out of place, a dark chuckle came softly from her throat before her expression returned to as sour as it was before and she looked away again, pale face watching her feet as they once more continued pacing. That was just one of her quirks … the insanity that ran through her family’s blood was to blame. She shook her skull a minute and then paced one more lap before sitting on the turn where she had just paused seconds ago, facing him. Her tail wrapped against her flank and came to the front where the tip tapped an impatient rhythm. Her expression was almost amused in an irritated way.

Well, you outta go first, cause mine is better and I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.

Kimani then stared right into his eyes expectantly. Usually she would act on how hypnotic those chocolate pools were, but right now it was as if she was simply staring through them instead of at them. Her broad form sat rigid, and kept a few feet of distance between them unless he had moved closer to her. Though unless he tried that snuggling shit again then she didn’t have a problem with it. Her eyes flickered once more to his shoulder wound. There was the scent of the challenger’s blood too … and her eyes traveled to his mouth … yep, there on his lips. Probably perfumed on his breath as well. That was good … no doubt a very fine victory, though somehow not her main concern. As he began to speak, her eyes would return to staring through his own.


I’m not some damsel in distress
Waiting for you in the night




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