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 25, 2011 at 11:35:33 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. The pallid vixetta had a feeling that she and Calix would indeed become best mates, though not in the romantic sort of way, of course—perhaps a more sisterly, brotherly, if you may. The innocence that had left her moments before had just glued itself back onto her ivory palette and the princess smiled sweetly, erasing all the danger she’d proposed earlier. It was no doubt that Calix hadn’t been quite as surprised as Clover had expected him to be when she took to blurting out her whole life story. It was odd, having someone to talk to after such a while being alone and miserable. But with a game face on, Clover felt that she could take on anything at the present moment. As a shiver passed down his spinal cord, the siren let a small smirk tickle the side of her lips. A ghost story, indeed, though with a peculiar outcome as a heroine. Though the protagonist part of this could be left out. Many mysterious things still swirled through Clover’s head, screams, blood, panic and other vile subjects she would not ever mention. These were but memories, yet their impact on the girl was visible enough- if you looked hard and watched her every move with care. The vixen’s emotions were not betrayed through her gorgeous sage gazers, which stayed stoic beyond all measures as the titan let out a chuckle, a little too loudly if she must be honest to think such, and then responded to her. His hesitation though, was what determined her next few set of libretto that would reach his audettes. She may not be the wisest wolf, but a word of wisdom to both of their souls would do well as a place holder whilst she pondered about the gathering of scents in the direction that the male had come to her from. “Hmmm. It is good, though, to know when something is to be feared, and when something is to be reveled in. Everything fears. Even I do, at things that I can do nothing about…” She mused for a moment and then shook her apex, flicking her tail carelessly, as if the world had not a single ‘time-out’ card to place on her. She came to the conclusion that it was indeed a pack meeting. And for the fact that Calix had the scent of these mammals she had never had much contact with in years (and now that the mulch was out of her system), Clover wagged her tassel ever so slightly, determined to go. “Pardon me for digressing- it seems to have become a habit I have yet to break…” His next comment placed a laugh in between her jowls. Handsome, indeed. I shall take your offer up quickly, as such is not to be left lying on the floor to rot. If I may add, and if it can be arranged... this lady would be most honored to accompany you to your monarch.” It was not meant to be a mean statement…she was rather fond of the gentleman’s ways, though she had only been in his company for a short amount of time. A soft bell-like laugh chimed out of her larynx, but broke the atmosphere with the volume of her current whispers. A pity really, to have such a beautiful capability and have it wasted because the humans had taken it away. Not on purpose, of course, but accidents do happen. A thought struck Clover’s pretty little head. She apologized way too much. __________________________________________ Fae | Teen | Mackenzie Valley: Timber: Gray: Arctic| Loner | Loveless word count: 591 D:< so sorry for the shortness... TT_TT X-mas is amazing, but it really takes a toll on your muse... |
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