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 August 20, 2011 at 10:19:03 PM by quirino
The young, scarlet-furred and white chested demon had a great interest in the ways of the world, and therefore was transfixed and intrigued by his lithe dam's words as she explained to him the various laws of the terra: wolf knowledge that had been passed on from mother to son and father to daughter for generations past. Tales of war, hunting, courage and shamed cowardice had Quirino listening intently. He learned much in the days that they had travelled side by side. The easy wolf lopes and trots that his mother had adopted as her primary speeds where working like magic to harden his flabby pup-fat and make muscles begin to fill out what had before been empty skin. Although they moved rather slowly, their pace was steady: unceasing, so they made fine time to their destination, which was the pack of a hessian named Kree. His parent, whose intention was to usurp his command and take over his warriors, had them heading unerringly toward the musky scent that the group of wolves that hung on the breeze generated, as it was blown in from the distance by occasional gusts of the crisp breeze. His own thoughts about potentially killing and at least taking more than a few chunks out of the poor boy who had simply wanted alphaship of a small pack? Certainly not regret. From what he had over-heard as he oh-so-stealthily stood to the side (his maw full to bursting with freshly caught, relatively unhurt dead rats that he had intended to show to his grandfather), it had been Saladin who had ordered Seline to seize control of the lands. Orders where orders, things to be carried out to the end and to be proud about when completed. Besides, if the he-wolf wasn't an idiot, he would notice the well-trained assassin-gait that all Satanica wolven strode with, see the look of cool confidence in his mother's eyes, and simply surrender and become an omega in his lands. But all wolves where idiots. At least, most of them. Thus was the thread of his thoughts when he and his dam jogged up to the borders. She issued forth her challenge in the form of a ringing, savage howl before turning on heel and heading toward the designated place for battles: Quarrels Clearing. He followed, trailing behind her like a crimson night-wraith, his large (for his small stature) paws hitting the terra quietly, although he was not silent nor stealthy. "Talks.Like.This." {WE dance WITH the DEVIL tonight} |
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- challenge response - By kree August 6, 2011 at 08:30:11 PM