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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you will discover happiness. but it can never be found. happiness lies inside a secret cage. no one can possess the four-leaf clover. “The statistics are good on each of them, with a butt-load of luck, Project [C.L.O.V.E.R.] will be a success in no time.” The lead scientists voice echoed with pride and hopeful courage. Behind the glass, in the man made environmental room, a female wolf had just given birth to three small, whining pups. One was a dark russet color, the other black with white markings and the smallest one, the only girl, was a grayish white tone. In eight months, the fourth and last experiment of the project would be decided and the wolves would be tested for any unnatural diseases in case of a possible threat to the real-world environment out in the Carpathian mountain range. With lots of good fortune, one of the small ones would be able to reproduce and bring back the adaptive techniques of a wolf breed from hundreds of years ago. Four months into the last step of [C.L.O.V.E.R.], the two male pups had heart failure and some odd disease and both died. Later on, the humans also figured out that the duo were both sterile as well. The government automatically spat on the scientists before the last living pup could be tested. [C.L.O.V.E.R.]’s last hope was locked into “classified” files and for a year, the wolf was kept in a secret area where no contact was made. None at all. At the end of March though, someone pulled the file and opened its contents to shed light on what the secrecy had held behind the curtain. Instantly, animal protectors rushed the scene, claiming cruelty against animals and unfair use of taxes from the government. The World Wildlife Fund gained custody of the final experiment and called responsibility for what would be done with her. A conclusion locked into place after numerous health tests were taken and from what they gathered, Clover (as they decided to call the she-varg) was clean. A normal wolf specimen despite her oddities from each of her bloodlines. Her size, coat, and temperament deemed her a failure of the project, but with time it was no question that she would reach expectations. A microchip was implanted in her flesh. If she was indeed sterile as her deceased brothers had been, Clove would be a disgrace to the WWF- they would have wasted their time on nothing. Light filtered in through the black box that she’d been trapped in for who knows how long. Hesitantly, four paws slid forward on the metal floor and sage optics dilated painfully, unaccustomed to the light. As soon as a scene of freedom was revealed from the windshields, instinct kicked her pistons into gear and the sore gal booked it out of the release cage, bolting into the refuge of uncharted territory. A world for wolves where they would never be in contact with two-legs again. Blossom Forest. However, the area possessed new dangers. If Clove didn’t learn how to hunt soon, she would die of starvation. Being a teen, this was especially important. As soon as Clover was far enough away to not be bothered by the monsters that had brought her into existence, she turned her soft gaze upon them. Startled as she was, her emotions had not filtered through. Angry as she was, they still showed no hatred or malice. Cold. Soon, the two-legs disappeared and Clove was all alone. Again. Fear grasped her red organ and squeezed, threatening to pull the life source clear out of her pure chest. With a twist of her heels, talons sinking into the dirt and muscles collided against one another, shooting her forward in a blur of action. Scents and visions weaved by her pretty little apex, yet none found an interest to hold onto. Slipping off her rocker seemed to be a specialty for her, and only miniature things caught her attention long enough to spark a fire. Even then, Clover was somewhat of an airy fairy. A varg that found serious matters absolutely hilarious. A smile quirked on the side of her lips, dragging them back into a scary expression. At once, the temptress pulled to a halt, entrancing stargazers looking up and down before left to right even took up a thought process. When backwards was the way you’ve been your whole life, I’m sure you’d be doing the same thing as well. But with a short whiff of the atmosphere, enlightenment took a big step towards her. Wolves. The last contact she had had with her fellow canines was months ago…years. She had stopped counting after numerous days and the moon left it’s place in the sky for her to weep for. In the beginning, Clover had had only one wish. To be free. Now that the dream had come true, she was confused and terrified of what she would do with it. Use it for her own selfish fantasies that now poked her in the rump, or grace it with all she had. The latter was her first choice. But the first decision was quite tempting… and temptation always seems to win. She’d come to find herself at a border line. If she was correct, this was the territory of a ‘pack,’ something she should work with. It stunk of anything but friendly. Hesitation held her back, placing her on her rump and Clove sat quietly. If she were in the opposite position, she wouldn’t want anyone screeching at her home either. Besides, she couldn’t howl. She couldn’t even yelp, whine or scream. Whispering was her way of communication. Her voice box was damaged and would never be able to be ‘healed’ of its disturbing factor. But no matter, her perfume would most likely drift towards whoever found its musk first and she would be greeted. Correction. Might be. Oh! Clover suddenly dropped to the dirt, a submissive position. It felt terrible to do so. Despite her shy nature, Clove was never short of tenacity. This was a first and probably a last. Her plumage swept through the atmosphere, slicing the air into two halves. A glint struck like lightening in her oricles and one would wonder if she was indeed what she made herself out to be. Liars are all over the place. __________________________________________ Fae | Teen | Mackenzie Valley: Timber: Gray: Arctic| Loner | Loveless word count: 1,035 |
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