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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The eery silence of the awakening forest didn't last. The birds awoke and sang in high tune, shaky as they wavered above her head. The dawn had chilled their wings into the need for excerise and renewed warmth, much as Janga was experiencing trapped below. Her limber muscles were stiff, her whole bodice tense though how she sat betrayed little of this emotion. Honestly, she had expected it to be warmer by now, but what could truly be expected? It was the morning.

She yawned a little, patience waning as the sun waxed. Instantly this function was stifled, for a sound had dodged the trees before her and sung to her lobes. It spoke of the deliverence of her wishes, the fulfillment of her self-made promises, and so much more, like a dark tunnel that found itself illiuminated after many years of darkness.

It was a twig. And that twig, it cracked.

Janga delighted in hearing the sound, loud in a resonating echo that refused to absorb into the glittering terra. Her caramel optics strained, shining with a film of tears when they began to water under the stress. But it was not such a terrible thing, because the sight that greeted her, even wavered and distorted like the droplet on the leaf had been, was a savior. Pale, like fresh winter snow, with a coat that lingered upon one patch of vegetation before springing to the next. She certainly didn't seem to mind the minimal racket she was making, enforcing Janga's perception that this wolfess belonged to the pack.

She barked softly, shaking quickly away the tears that had been welling up. The arctic princess stood by her, distanced but protective of her own border. Noting the lowered banner, Janga raised, nodding to the Omega. Her eyes had dried up, but her fur on her nose was lustrous with what had been the wind-whipped tears. She perked her ears in a friendly manner, making it obvious she was listening when the female spoke.

"Hello, there. I'm Misty. What's your name?"


"Greetings Misty, I'm Janga. You're in Andrere Siete?





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