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 pale figure played in the light mist that fell gently from the sky, an innocent smile on her pan as she danced and jumped in the puddles, soaking her porcelain canvas with water and mud. Misty couldn't tell you what came over her, wanting to play like a pup again, but man, did it feel good! A hint of a giggle escaped her map as she again launched into another puddle, spraying her small chest and appendages with the icky stuff from the turf. Not even bothered to clean her pelt, she tore off in a dead run forward into the trees that surrounded her home. Branches and shrubbery clung at her ivory form as she glided through unhampered. A strange perfume blew from the breeze into her welcoming nostrils, and the lady reacted by slamming on brakes, skidding forward on her haunches as she threw her muzzle up in the air and further tasted the atmosphere. A new wolf on the border! Her excitment caused a shiver to run down her spine as she trotted now toward the border, ready to at least greet them before Plague or Kimani showed up. She had yet to mee the alphess of the place and was quite yearning to do so. Not that Plague wasn't a great leader. They had gone hunting together not too long ago, though she had left after things started going not so good. She hoped the hunter wouldn't think badly of her because of that, but the disappearance of her love Phonix had her in a low mood for weeks.

The rain thing had been a fluke, something she certainly didn't do often, and she was brought back to thoughts of how she hadn't smelled or seen the slate colored titan anywhere for a while now. Ponderings of abandonment floated through her delicate skull as she moved forward but she quickly shook them away, bringing her focus back to the gray and white silhouette sitting so patiently at the border ahead. As she got near, her senses told her it was a girl and she felt a fleeting smile cross her scars in welcome as she dipped her brow toward the minx. Pausing on the other side of the border as she kept her brainpan and pendulum low to show her status in the pack. "Hello, there. I'm Misty. What's your name?"




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