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 November 20, 2011 at 02:58:35 AM by Kolure











The onslaught of new arrivals kept pouring into the rapidly filling clearing. Lucrene had just finished his answer when a male he had so previously sensed came closer. An inquisitive glance noticed the affronted spark before it was quickly put out and he glanced away. Lucrene could barely collapse a belligerent smirk tugging his lips like marionette strings. An outright baleful motion, however short, hadn't gone unnoticed. It was plain that some of the canids already in the queen's vincinity hadn't surpessed the surreptious flicker. Lucrene swiveled his upper vertebrae off to the direction of the wood, it's shadows lengthening from the time when the russet painted creature had ventured to this area. The perfume floated before the approaching lupine, permeating the air with a somewhat noticeable aroma, that could have been related back to Seline's own musk. Although it had different tinges to it, the new scent could be traced to a singular notion in which this new arrival shared with the alphess. The shades bent to give away the crimson and ivory mottled brute, who strode confidently with no hinderance towards Seline, an unusual gleam refracted in his yellow luminaries. His crimson marked tassel arced over his platform as the male approached the Andere Siete alphess, his gaze having lingered only on White Love enough to express his displeasure through a snarl. Thier muzzles entwined tenderly, and an outsider would have thought this touch was on a more personal level, but the way they adressed each other was a different story. Lucrene's moons narrowed upon collecting bits and pieces of this Satanican family- before Valiant had turned on a contrary heel to unleash a fierce bout of words onto the one rapidly declining in stature, before moving to place himself next to what was now apparent sister. The darkening strawberry hued mascu turned his stare away from the pair to another approacher.

His steel jewels inlaid to his visage flickered as his cool appraisal studied an ivory femme, older than the current beings in the clearing. Her fur was of an unique ivory, and the fading light wasn't the factor that gave her coat a golden sheen. Her build was of those of the North, and her speech spoke of it. A low murmur directed at Seline escaped the aged fae's gums, bringing knowing smiles to both. An inaudible sound wasn't detected, yet his peripheral vision noticed the large form with even more striking markings. The same colors of the pair standing at the herald of the meadow, yet his red badge was split half and half, with the occasional lapse of white on the right side, the left was a pure porcelain. Strident blue orbs betrayed nothing as something was said for only Valiant and Seline. Lucrene's banner flicked restlessly, coppery hairs finely tuned ruffled down his spinal region. Paying no attention to yet another entrancer, he almost missed the soft steps of his lady, her pads whispering against the short but thick grass. Lucrene was delighted to have another taste at Seline's delicious aroma as she murmured a quiet welcome. His muscular frame pushed with sinewy forelegs his bodice up into a sitting position. The reflective stones surrounded by warm copper facial hairs lessened in thier cold, inflexible demeanor enough to show his appreciation for her tongue by dipping his skull slightly.He again turned away to see a framarate exuding power, however wise as he cut across the clearing pointedly. Nothing would come between the likeliness now four wolves in the terra. The dramatic crimson and alabaster patriarch of the Satanican clan was one of aptitude, in thier carefully honed skills. As if the strawberry splashes on thier pearly canvases was the underlying warning of thier competentecy to destroy anything. Even the thought of it as a call had wrung out seconds before, the clean-up for it's beholder had begun with the slight wink of a glimmering orb and a wicker of movement as the brother had moved away. The colorful titan's upper maw twitched with an under-current of malice, ebon whiskers flicking with the notice of yet another loner. Seline had given the courtesy of letting them to thier own devices, and the common patterned female had stood off to the shadows, unsure. Common sense seemed to be lacking in alot of the others. Being complete asses wasn't going to help thier cause, or just standing around like fools enraged him further. A sudden twist of his tendons propelled his lower joint of his bodice upwards from the sitting position. Having the okay to mingle, his measured rise was a polite excuse from the dismissed meeting. Lucrene pivoted away, lapsing into a slow trot as his form turnicated to the west, pure molten luminaries swiftly moving over Kodiack, who seemed to associate himself with that scrap of animal, and lingered only on Tjikiju for the tiniest nods of greetings. There was obvious experience and mental prowess inside. The russet mascu reached the edge of the clearing and glanced over his shoulder, audits dancing forwards, to see if anything else was required before exiting.

{Sorry finished now, and still trying to find the open tag--}

Born an angry redhead haha;
{Lucrene | played by Kolure | ♦ }


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