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 28, 2011 at 03:02:54 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. I seem to have found myself in an area with a new pack leader. She had three relatives? Saladin, Liquid and Valiant? I wonder quietly if I have caught their names correctly… oh well, I have plenty of time to acquaint myself with the natives. And yes, Calix was definitely a brotherly figure head to me already. Nothing more, and nothing less. A bond was already between the new friends. At the very least, his words made her smile... a sincere one that belonged perfectly on her palette. This female... Frost Fawn, made her a little disappointed, as if Clover herself wasn't anything but a rock that just happened to be standing beside the male the vixen obviously wanted to speak with. Oh well. That was nothing of her business, so Clover just let that gracious smile stay on her kissers, convincing the world that she was happy... or at least, most of the world. It would seem that Calix had not missed this terrible work of art that made its way over to them though. Clover knew that she and the creamy varg would probably not get along quite well. It wasn't the varg in herself, it was just her attitude... attitudes are contagious, therefore, it's wise to watch them. The male who'd just been banished was soon followed by Liquid (she believed), probably to make sure that the hessain was indeed getting off of the alphess's lands. Ah... Frost Fawn had her bets in favor of Calix... a Gamma? If he really tried, perhaps the demon would be able to do so, but only in time. The next varg who joined their posse, was called River, or so Clover picked up from Calix's jowls as the words tumbled out. She caught the shard of glass that the adult sent towards... who did he send it towards...? Perhaps it was both towards River and Frost Fawn. Clover let the smile leave her labias and she took in the scene with open arms. The vixetta knew that she was to be seen and not heard, at least not at the moment… but when the right time came, she would begin to acquaint these vargs… mammals she had barely had any contact with. At the hint of a growl, Clover hesitated. She didn't want to be in the middle of a fight if it came up. If she had to, she would leave Calix's side to chase after Seline... to get on her good side, of course... though she would not so much as disturb her nap. Perhaps when the regal woke up and was in a better mood... Clover would be more than willing to help her with her wound, if she so needed it. That was a terrible place to have clawmarks... and even more annoying to get an infection in. The pallid seductress jumped in surprise when Calix returned her current brushings up against her own bodice with his. She was glad. Absolutely happy that she had managed to make a friend within her first day of freedom. It was more than she could ask for. Jealousy was not in the least bit involved. Kindness was portrayed to all of the vargs that Calix was making conversation with. Clover was indeed a natural born friendly figure... a soul that could be trusted with the darkest secrets of the soul. It even showed in her pools, which were soft with comfort. Her lithe figure though.. it proposed the fact that she was indeed not the soft baby she made herself out to be. Although her guide had yet to see her in action, his twitchiness had her shaking a bit as well. She could almost taste his want to rip something apart... that was another thing. The teen was quite positive that the titan could see through her act... and although Clover had no clue what he was thinking, she picked up on tiny hints that others would miss because of their overall size. "Calix… Spar with me sometime, will you?" The thought was so sudden, that it almost surprised me, the one who had asked for it. She was not begging for his attention, as she knew everyone else wanted that as well, she was just merely planting a seed that would hopefully grow into a flower. If she could find a common interest, she could get even closer to having a friend that would listen to her without snitching like a nerd. But then, her vocal chords decided that it was time to jump into the conversation, and the femme’s whispering voice was heard through all of their eavesdroppers. "My name is Clover, it's a pleasure to meet you all-- I do hope that we will become great friends and fellow soldiers. I will do my best to show to you that I am worthy for your attention." So what if she were a female? It didn't make her any less strong or resilient that it did Valiant, or any other male out there. Shifting herself a little bit, Clover’s plumage slashed through the atmosphere, so quickly in fact, that if there had been two bricks there, they would now be four tiny pieces. __________________________________________ Fae | Teen | Mackenzie Valley: Timber: Gray: Arctic| Loner | Loveless word count: 870 |
Replies:
- What's Your Secret - By River December 28, 2011 at 02:54:26 PM
;:{If I Die Young Bury Me In Satin}:; - By Frost Fawn December 28, 2011 at 06:10:11 PM
Broken and damned - By Fantasia December 30, 2011 at 00:28:27 AM
but it can never be found - By [C.L.O.V.E.R.] December 30, 2011 at 00:34:54 AM
If You Run From The Past, You're Running From YOURSELF - By KittyBankaiNya~ December 30, 2011 at 02:52:29 AM
;:{If I Die Young Bury Me In Satin}:; - By Frost Fawn December 30, 2011 at 12:33:23 PM
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Take my Spirit And soul - By River December 30, 2011 at 03:14:54 PM