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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A dark pelted, not bad-looking brujo calmly stepped from the cover of the brush, making sure that he always stood behind the border. All of the scenes of what would happen if he stepped over that imaginary line played in his rotting skull. Blood fountains, wolf entrails, brains spilling. Ah, what good dreams were made of. Every little fairytale that parents told to their pups needed those vital things. But they had to stick to the gay-ass faeri details, making sure to add that they lived happily ever after. A sigh escaped from his death-kisser as he got closer to the border. Now he could see a few paw prints in the moist mud. Suicidal just sat down and calmly rolled onto his spine. He didn't get why all these retarded wolves acted like they were the best thing on the damn planet, not submitting like a wolf should. Did they not know the simple law of Claw and Fang? Kill or be killed. Submit or fight for your fucked up life. Scars marked the russet czar's muzzle showing how his mess-ups had been dealt with. Plus the still-healing gash that ran across his chest. He raised his scars to the sky and howled his presence to anybody whom wished to deal with him. Hell, if nobody came then he would just walk away like he had been doing for years. Suicidal wasn't even sure if he could handle the commitment of this pack.

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