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 20, 2011 at 03:12:42 PM 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. Clover knew she liked this male from the moment she told him her name in response to the title he had given her. So what if he wasn’t what he appeared to be (no one ever is)? Unless he gave her a quick reason as to not to trust him, Clove was indeed beginning to spread a thin layer of trust on him. The gal watched as Calix tried in vain to (maybe?) disguise his way of attempting to get to know her just by appearance. Those eyes still caught her attention, though she hoped the hessian wouldn’t mind her staring. She indeed had never seen such eyes on a varg before – nor on any pale faced creature either. Calix stated a comment that broke Clovers daydreams and she looked up with a startled expression on her palette. A lucky-? “Oh no, no. It would appear that I am anything but a lucky charm – that is, to myself at least…. On the other hand, you may believe what you want… the only thing that can prove you right is time – and time seems to have been the leader to an unknown world.” Andere Seite. That’s where she was. Immediately she pondered a while at its utter pronunciation- if Calix had even said its name correctly- as it might have changed over the seasons of many, many, many long years. His laugh brings a small, fraud, yet flustered smile to her palette. Her year of isolation had left her with the goings of nothing. She did not know how to speak to others as they would speak to her… she was just winging it and playing it by ear as she went along. We all know how that turns out though… it’s often said that you miss more notes on the piano than you mean to when you play by ear… Clover had missed two so far, and Claire De Lune is quite the piece. Her thinking is once again broken by a comment that the masculine frame throws forward, and Clover nods, the smile re-growing itself back into a flower. “Likewise, Calix." He seemed to be totaled by the look she had proposed moments before. Her mother had always said she could make anyone believe her ways if she so wished to. To tell the truth, she had no clue what she was doing. He was trying to figure her out, wow what a surprise… that was a dangerous feat within itself actually… why would he ever want to do that? Clover watches as his crown tilts and another set of libretto steals away from his maw. The question he asked wasn’t that surprising, as everyone wishes to know the hardships of others- or so she’d heard – to the point where they can help comfort the loss that has been felt in previous times, if one’s life is so that way. Yet Clover needed no comfort… the only reason she opened her jowls yet again to this male was because he seemed like the kind of male that could keep secrets from the worst enemies around. “TOP SECRET” had to mean something, correct? If he turned out like Judas and went to go bring back the lab rats dogs that had teased and barked discriminations at her… but how would he do that? She doubted the soldier even knew in which direction she’d come from. Her trust and faith in his actions deemed her willing to share her story… though not in its full. Just an abridged version would do its job. “If you really want to know…” she let the innocence she’d been holding up as a mask drop to the floor, and didn’t mind when it cracked and shattered, sending pieces of fiber glass flying everywhere, where they broke into more tiny pieces, and so on. The echo, if it had been what she really did, would have been deafening… as the silence around here seemed to be as thick as a bad fog that drapes across boats while sailing into ports. The vixetta had a serious look on her face, a dangerous… and more lethal look that she had ever shown to the boy during their short conversation. Her whispers only made her lyrics even more… eerie. “If you wish to hear about the where I come from, I ask you to take a seat. This might take a while. I am a mutant transformed and genetically enhanced with four wolf races. Designed to adapt to any environment out in the wide world. However, it would seem that some of the two-legs deem it unforgivable to do such a thing to animals- therefore, they let me go after living half my known life in solitary confinement.In fact, I have no idea how I managed to survive all by my lonesome self… Meat was delivered through a tiny hole once in every four moons. It always came in extremely small rations… barely big enough to cover one of my audettes. And then the food stopped altogether. I held fast for two full moons off plants and such things. Please, do not try this. It is absolutely terrible. Chlorophyll does NOT taste good. Anway… some idiot humans finally found me where I had been all those years. I was tranquilized, put in a black box with no light to shine through- and then set loose. By chance, I found myself in your presence. I am the last living experiment of project [C.L.O.V.E.R.], merely a marionette that has yet to be used for important circumstances.” Clover closed her optics, laughed a breathy giggle and lay her audettes against her pale crown, taking that mask back up, glueing it together and sticking it back on. She had rambled…oh well… Calix was just going to have to deal with it. “Forgive me… Despite my encounters, I believe my life has been good so far- compared to the lives of others that is… Have I scared you yet?” __________________________________________ Fae | Teen | Mackenzie Valley: Timber: Gray: Arctic| Loner | Loveless word count: 1000 |
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- Broken and damned - By Calix December 20, 2011 at 06:31:42 PM
rhapsody - By [C.L.O.V.E.R.] December 25, 2011 at 11:35:33 PM