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.

Refresh/Reload

*~* You will never be good enough *~*
IP: 154.20.110.179
Posted on December 23, 2009 at 08:42:39 PM by Sol

OOC: If we didn't have an arranged plot going with these guys, I would never have my wolf be this daring, it feels odd to write. XDDD

From the look of hatred on Nephthys's face Sol could see that venom was gathering on her tongue, ready to drip out as she shifted her weight, claws burying themselves. She was just looking for an excuse to attack him. Well, she wouldn't get one. Her words snapped like venom and Sol replied with a nonchalant shrug. She'd been the one to ask why she should accept him. If you did not accept a wolf for what they were or what they could do, what did you accept them for? Sanity had obviously released it's grip on Nephthys, for he knew that it did not matter at this point if he gave the most flawless response possible. She would warp it until she found an excuse to kill. Sol could feel his own sense of self-preservation rising and the first bubbles of bloodlust began to make their way into his heart. The more Nephthys wanted to kill him, the less control he had. God Nephthys, you sure aren't making it easy are you? Sol had anticipated this, which was why the northern wolves had prepared him for it. Even for the possibility of having to fight three wolves at once. Sol watched, unmoved, as Nephthys wrestled, making it plain on his face that he wasn't afraid of her. After all, the worst she could do was kill him.

I don't like you. What is there to stop me from killing you?

A small smile twitched on the femme's lips. Sol didn't doubt that she was perfectly serious. The memories of them lovingly kissing each other were so alien that they might as well have been different wolves. Sol was walking on a very thin line here, not that he cared if he died, he would simply prefer not to. The corners of his lips twitched, madness dancing in them. He knew the stakes were as high as they would ever be and one little falter would cost him his life. He would not beg, would not try to reason for he knew from experience that that would not work. He had three options to keep himself alive; run, fight or talk. In half a moment, Sol decided to start with his third option. If it still went awry, he would fight; he would follow through on what he said. That was something he had failed to do before.

I'm sorry you feel that way, though I have hardly done anything deserving of such treatment.

His tone was cool and calm, something which he knew could only infuriate the dark she-wolf more.

Them.

With a flip of his nose, Sol motioned to the two males standing behind Nephthys. As if on the most perfect cue, the form of Zanzibar appeared through the brush. Sol felt as if he'd been punched in the gut and he had to force himself to go on. He included the young Zanzibar in his sweep. Here was the chance to see how much Nephthys really valued her pack and adopted son. Sol's gaze was locked on Nephthys's and not just so that he could see if she was about to spring, but to make her know that he too was perfectly serious. Only he knew that he would never lay a claw on Zanzibar.

Nephthys, you and I both know that you are perfectly capable of killing me this very second. No matter how well I fought back, the odds are three grown wolves against one. However...

Sol ground his fangs to keep himself from glancing at Zanzibar. He could sense the pup's gaze on him and it took every shred of the male's being to keep from running to him and covering him in kisses. He loved the pup with all his heart yet here he was, the subtle hints of a threat on his lip. It was only a semi-bluff, he had no qualms about attacking either of the males behind Nephthys. Cocking his head to one side, he kept his focus on the ever maddening Nephthys.

...if you should decide to attack me, of course my own self-preservation instincts would kick in and I would fight back. While obviously I would be overpowered, there is no guarantee that one of your warriors, who seem trust you so much, won't be wounded in the process.

His shards bore into hers now, challenging her own values. Would she give in to her own urges even if it risked her packmates and adopted son? They would soon find out.

Are you willing to risk their blood for the sake of your own desire?
My life at this point means quite little to me, the loss would be all yours.

The edge of a threat was obvious on his tongue and while Sol hated it, this had become a matter of life or death. If Nephthys attacked Sol would try to escape without wounding anyone, though it was unlikely. Just before she snapped his throat he would tell her who he was, if only to put her mind at ease. He hoped, however, that things wouldn't come to that.

His words left hanging in the air, Sol allowed himself to steal a glance at his son. He could feel his heart melting and he found himself wishing that things could have been different, that somehow Nephthys would have accepted him into the pack and, even though he could not interact with him as father and son, he could have at least been with Zanzibar. That dream had died quickly, now it seemed that the only thing to be decided was whether Sol lived or died.


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