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 Devil is Female
To their home she comes like the most contagious of disease, rolling in through hushed whispers and heated breathes; the gossip that plagued the mind and shriveled the heart so that it would not feel. Her arrival is subtle, with quiet snow-feet steps and a cast down, heinously twisted spine; vivid pictures painted across the taut sinews and the creaking bones, carved into the embellished quirk of the downturned lips and the tauntingly intangible glimmer within her gaze. Her limbs dance and jerk frenzily without grace, grace owned by the sylphlike sister of the bumbling fool that is Panã, though her gray to amber eyes hold perverse aptitude and lifeless unfeeling; solicitous lips forming a bitter upward arch as the raven-sister brings herself towards the urinal border at a painfully slow crawl, silver-infused body falsifying itself as a part of the shadows as it becomes illuminated with the crescent moon. A single, rasping breath is drawn from the damsel's breast as she halts, laying herself down with quivering mind and shivering body, her eyes too wide, her lips too tight as they pull and tug and contort into a mirthless smile. She rolls onto her back, showing throat and belly, but does not keen for pack members; they would come, drawn by her scent, with snake-spit eyes and hate-imbued lips.
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