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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Posted on June 14, 2010 at 09:51:13 PM by Janga
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The lands were dripping, ecsatasy captured in each crystal goblet before it crashed to the ground. She watched it slide, gently tracing the curves of its host, bending the green color in its transparent glass as it sped faster and faster. Ever faster thrusting itself towards the ground wanting to release itself to gravity, giving way from its hold... and falling... ...falling... And with a snap and a yawn she was awake. What had once been a half-closed amber eye blinked to attention at once, its opposite twin doing the same upon the water hitting splat on her nose. The scenter twitched, shedding the little droplet as Janga stood into a long stretch. Where she had stayed had offered minimal shelter from the light misting that had carried on through the night, and though she was grateful for the old briar to keep the heat in, her thin pelt was soaked. The gray and white swirled coat had clumped into bunches, filthy unattractive bunches that were dusted with dirt from her resting place. She shook, feeling the hairs go back to where they had formerly been, without their usual glossy luster. Her eyes peered suspiciously into the gloom in front of her nose, and behind the cloud cover red streaks shot across the dawn sky. A new day had arrived. Which meant, of course the obvious, that she had to finish what she had started. The pines grew thicker and larger as Janga walked towards them, growling to herself as social wolves do when they are alone. It was not the waves of scent that suddenly hit her that stopped the wolfess, but that there was one prominent scent that threw her senses over the edge. The packlands at last! She sat down at the border, staring straight ahead into the growing dawn and impatiently balking in urgency for the alpha to arrive. |
Replies:
- sometimes it tastes sweeter - By Misty June 15, 2010 at 05:58:07 PM
I'm quite picky, m'dear - By Janga June 16, 2010 at 08:35:33 PM
blood is blood, nothing to be picky about there - By Misty June 17, 2010 at 04:21:04 AM
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain - By Kimani June 20, 2010 at 04:46:54 AM
i could never compare myself to a storm - By Misty June 20, 2010 at 05:23:02 AM
I have never tried. - By Janga June 20, 2010 at 09:12:42 PM
K, well...... [Janga In] - By greensmurf /// Kimani July 5, 2010 at 00:07:09 AM