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 January 22, 2011 at 02:45:28 AM by Lyric
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The catching of squirrels occupied her for some time, by the time she was finished, the sun was at it's zenith. The heat, along with the exertion of killing not the decided five, but twelve, of the little fur-balls was enough to make her pant. The ashy-hued ess collected her kills, filling her maw to it's extreme, then walked out of the glade that she had been hunting to the shadow of a tree. The needled giant created a large amount of shade, so she decided to rest for a while, knowing that the alphas of the pack land would dislike being too active in the scorching sun. Lyric let all of the prostrate bodies drop from her mouth, regarding them fondly. She scratched at the ground by the roots, exposing the rich, black soil. She regarded her work for a moment, then dropped the down with a sigh, relishing the coolness of the freshly exposed earth where it pressed against her white underbelly, then rolling over so her darker back could be relieved by the cool dirt. Her eyelids closed, hiding her chocolate eyes as she drifted off to sleep. She did not sleep long. She awoke sometime later, gazing at the sky. She was happy to see that the hot sun was covered by clouds, and noticing the air was considerably cooler, since the fiery orb was obscured. She rose, stretching her gray form until she felt satisfying pops and snaps, then straightened up. Lyric picked up the squirrel's bodies again, then re-began her trot to the borderline, slight trickling of foreboding starting to creep into her. She was loathe to admit it to herself, but she was still afraid that she wasn't good enough, still thinking in her mind that she was useless As a pup, she was not worth the effort of saving from a fire, so why would it be any different now? She knew she could take care of herself, but she wanted to take care of someone else. The only thing she sought was to be worth something, and to be of use to someone. She squared her broad shoulders, vowing to herself that, no matter what, she would prove her worth and loyalty to such an extent that no one would doubt her worthiness. The smell of the pack was very evident, and as Lyric jogged toward it, she found all doubt purged from her mind. She knew that this was the place for her to serve. The smell of pups was quite strong, as well as the scent of two dominant figures, a male and a female. Lyric paused, one paw held aloft for a moment, her mouth bulging comically with her offering, and her chocolate pools filled with the calm sense of well-being that had prevailed over her nervousness. She picked up a lope, her strong, creme limbs spreading to make long strides. She flew through the dark pines, each surge of her powerful hindquarters making her soar ahead. However, her glorious flight could not last forever. She slowed from lope, to trot, and eventually to a walk that bent itself into a sit as she touched her rump to the terra, a respectful five feet from the line. Lyric's auds were slicked against her skull, and she watched the skill woods, waiting for a wolf to come greet her. A raindrop fell from the sky, hitting Lyric on the tip of her muzzle. She looked up, seeing as some more came down, then as the heavens opened in a barrage of wetness. She sat through the rain, her pelt soaked so it's grays seemed to be almost the same shade as the black splash across her shoulders. Female//Adult//No pack//No mate |
Replies:
- Don't be a let down - By Plague January 25, 2011 at 02:22:31 AM
i thought i could fly - By Lyric February 2, 2011 at 07:21:10 PM