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 December 8, 2011 at 01:01:57 AM by [C.L.O.V.E.R.]
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 soothing scent of soft terra was taking over the fae’s radar, relaxing her muscles to the point that, if she didn’t have bones, she would be seeping into the terra. Above her, sunlight trickled down past the chlorophyll-filled leaves, shadowing miniature bugs that all ate away lazily at the nutritious fibers all weaved together. It was utterly terrible…to be so ‘open’ to danger like this…with her spine on the ground and her underbelly in the air. Despite this, Clover would embrace the danger it brought warmly- if it was her time, then her destiny had been fulfilled already and her time on this hellish earth, over. Nearly subtle footfalls broke these pup-ish thoughts away from her cranial and brought her back to the real world. The observations she’d been making earlier now seemed so un-important… the pale princess moved her apex so that she was taking in the scenery of where the sound was coming from upside down. Why? Because the overpowering stench of mulch had taken over her sense of smell temporarily, so it was her eavesdroppers that had first picked up on the vargs approach. Dull evergreen watchers lit up slightly when her greeter nearly floated into her line of vision. A smile played upon his labias, so naturally, a small one of her own was granted back, giving the gal quite the comical look. Clover ignored the caution signs popping up all over in her cranial, telling her to be more than careful about this encounter. But every wolf had his or her quirks, right? Why judge a book by its cover before even getting to the prologue? The male’s tiny laugh echoed in her audettes as soon as it had left his larynx. What was he laughing for? Her red organ skipped a beat, in fear that she was in a place where everyone knew what she was, and that they were going to make her pay for her unusuality. However, words claimed the answer to her question. Silly… that was why… not because he knew… what a freaking weird way to start the day off. Oh well, being on the ground had seemed like a better option than posing as a huge target that could be shot at and hit easily. Rolling onto her soft underbelly, Clover took in what this older male looked like. Hungry stargazers darted back and forth, picking up on fur texture, markings, size and most of all, eye color. She’d never seen such a pigment in oricles! Was he the only one who had it? The inquiry throbbed at her lips, begging to be set free and start a chain of questions that would probably keep going for quite a period of time. But the gal held her pink muscle and bit down on her ivories, determined to keep herself quite before she could form the libretto that would come if he asked a question. That and nothing else. The soldier stated his title, Calix, and then asked for hers. Raising herself, Clover stood upon swaying walkers, raising her plumage slightly for balance and then sweeping it back down as her attention focused intently on her greeter yet again. Her throat hummed with the lyrics as she sent them out in nothing louder than a whisper. “Cal…ix?” She tested out the title hesitantly in her gentle vocals, her sweet smile magnifying by many times. “My name is Clover.” The girl had always whispered, even when she was but a youngling. This did not however, lower her intuitive level at all. She knew exactly what Calix had said, what it meant and how to respond to it. Throughout Clove’s whole life though, she would remain with a soft tone, never reaching above more than a below normal volume. The happiness that had encased her earlier had stopped suddenly and the young lady lowered her windows to the forest floor yet again, wiping the smile off of her palette as they did so. It embarrassed her to the point of being speechless (literally) that she couldn’t speak louder than a hushed tone like any other varg she’d met – even if that was just her mother and her two brothers. But the reactions from each and every one of them had left an emotional imprint on the femora. Clove had at first wondered at their expressions, and then, realizing the difference between her vocal chords and theirs, had stopped conversing with the twins altogether. Weird looks had also come from the fur-less creatures she’d escaped from just hours ago. Clover did not want to see what kind of impression she would stamp into the mammal in front of her based on these reactions from earlier. However, if anything, she did not wish to be pitied. Made fun of, laughed at… both were infinitely better than being pitied… it was the last thing she required. The ivory femme looked back up with what might have been a twisted look. It was hard to tell though—if her attitude was fraud or not, that is. The violently surreptitious glint in her beautiful watchers suggested that there was more here than what reached the eyes and ears at first—something clandestine, but her mellifluous vocals and her happy attitude poked at a different path… No happy-go-lucky idiot would show up to these borders in hope for a home and no bloodshed. That being dwelled upon, Clover had a numerous amount of dots that just couldn’t be connected. __________________________________________ Fae | Teen | Mackenzie Valley: Timber: Gray: Arctic| Loner | Loveless word count: ~920 ooc: god. this is so short :( i'll push for more muse next time <3 |
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