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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Dreams torment the young ess' sleeping hours, slight pricklings of worry her waking. She has forgotten what it was like to not feel at home within ones own home, forgotten the feelings of nervousness caused by not having a concrete leader.. She missed Plague and Kimani, but it was time to move on, time to meet Kree face to face and submit to him or not submit to him, whatever the case would turn out to be. Now as she sleeps, her large gray frame tucked into a secluded hollow between a fallen tree and a bramble bush, she twitches, warring with various ideas that swirl, unamed, in her head. Lyric whimpers slightly, eyes rolling beneath closed lids, before snapping awake as completely and thouroghly that it was as if someone screamed in her ear.

She had stayed home from the hunt that the rest of the pack had run off on, preferring to guard the borders to keep intruders out. As was custom, she would allow newcomers in on a probationary stay, allowing them through the borders but leaving there actual acceptance up to the alpha. However, so far, the only problem remained the sheer lack of new wolves who wanted in. Her packmates had yet to start out, yet she felt little or no need to socialize with them. She just wanted a quick talk with Kree. She needed to submit to him and accept him as her alpha. If she didn't do that, she would never be able to come out of her shell. Feeling slightly reminisent of the day when she had first howled on the border's of Andere, she tilted back her head, letting a song for Kree and Kree alone grace the fragrant morning air.

Her howl completed, the female sat, her banner wrapped tightly about her creamy paws, awaiting his arrival with bated breath and lowered head. For a moment, all is still, peaceful and quiet, but a glance toward the sky soon proves the assumption of relaxation to be false. A storm brews, small gusts of suddenly cool wind blow the clouds into great cathedrals. A flash, followed by a rumble of thunder, announce the beginning of a mightly storm, yet the fea did not move, but simply sat, drenched by the raindrops the pelted down in torrents, her chocolate orbs searching.


Female//Adult// Omega of Andere Seite//No mate





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