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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For a moment in her ecstasy, the snowy bruja glanced Sadakah’s way only to see intense relief on her young features. Why would she be relieved? Misty had no earthly idea. Had she done something to relieve the broad? What, though? Shaking out her ruffled pelt, the minx smiled again in her direction and watched the ess collapse on her stomach none too gracefully. Her auditories flickered briefly, picking up on all the sounds around her. She still didn’t catch the slightest sound of movement or breathing, a cracked twig under a patient paw or the soft whishing as silky fur brushes against a tree branch. Where were Kimani and Plague? Usually they weren’t absent this long. Hopefully everything was okay. Her sun kissed globes moved to the girl’s twitching appendage, the corner of her labrums pulling up into a crooked smirk of amusement. The velca was bored. Then she pricked her lobes to hear the more impatient comment. Sighing in her most patient way, the ghostly fem looked back into the foliage over Sadakah’s shoulder as she spoke.
I don’t know, but I’m sure whatever it is keeping them, it’s important. Kimani and Plague would not keep you waiting on purpose, I assure you.
Looking back the nymph’s way, she gave a gentle smile. Then the jezebel spoke again, this time in a more joking manner.
I don’t know how wolf tastes but I’m sure it cannot be as satisfying as venison. Plus I don’t see you getting away with eating one without the other. That’s a sure way to end up dead and I’m not sure your stomach can handle two fully grown wolves without a nasty nausea attack.
Listening to the fea’s laughter, she cocked a smile again and circled the ground where she stood for a few seconds before plopping down onto her haunches, staining their pure surface with dirt. Again her golden viewers scanned over the forest around them, her nostrils twitching alertly, trying to pick up on any scent, any sign of another. They should come soon, right?


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