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 January 1, 2012 at 00:24:19 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. Perfect. It’s an illusion that decreases the worth of even the most interesting things. If there was no meaning behind the word; if it simply did not exist at all… what would the world be like? No doubtedly much different than it is at the current moment- though for better or for worse, I do not know myself. No one does. But just the thought of not living with the term ‘perfect’ might be like… it’s enough to jumpstart my hopes- the one’s that I thought I’ve sealed away forever. Unlike others, who normally have just one mask to disguise their inner self, I house two. The first is innocence. Youth, naiveness, and the occasional kindness that tags along for the ride. The second is danger. Under all that shy, secret behavior… a beast controls the beauty. I cannot say that I hate this fact – as it has ended up saving my life numerous times. But my real self… the model of which I’ve added many layers to… is insecure, unstable- anything but perfection. No one has had the opportunity to lay gazers on this self yet. they say a four-leaf clover brings happiness. but don’t tell anyone where the clovers bloom white flowers- or how many leaves from its stem extend. Calix worries me. My ever-thoughtful sage-stained optics watch his movements with care as we move away from the small gathering. The pack meeting had been ended too quickly (at least in my opinion). I push the inquiry of how I will present myself to Seline for a better time. For now, my head is fixed on two things. The first- wondering why Calix still remains by my side. Only danger can follow such an act- and I have suvtly warned him to steer clear of me, but perhaps he hasn’t yet picked up on this. I make a mental side note to approach him directly with it later. If I do it now, he’ll think that I’m trying to get away from him- that fear is racing through my veins because of his sudden temper and dependency on me. That’s seriously not it. The second though- I needed a romp alone. Just for a small amount of time… I could really use the exercise and release some of my inner tensions. At my questioning as soon as we are out of earshot of the others, the handsome demon who had greeted me at the borders denied my words that I was the cause of his temper flaring. I can say now that I am not convinced. At his last few lyrics, I gained a look of a sincere caught-off guard expression. I open my ebon lined jowls, choosing my words quickly, though I hesitate just before putting them on display. “Unfortunately, vargs cannot be judged on their pelt color. Looks can be deceiving, even to those with their pools wide open.” When he looks at me, I do not meet his spyglasses. I can feel his uniquely colored vision burn me like a solar flame licking the side of the earth. I stutter, moving out of his way when he attempts to navigate around me. A perfume has reached the borders and I can see an opening in a way to get away for a while. I smile at him compassionately, my whispers breaking the odd quiet between us yet again. “I believe I will continue with my walk elsewhere… I will see you again, quite soon. Safe travels, brother.” It may have sounded rude… or weird.. but I had not intended it to be anything other than true. I brush against the brujos shoulder and making in the opposite direction, parting ways with him. I was headed for Sacred Stones… where I may let loose my troubles as they had gathered like a suffocating miasma around me. Little do I know that I will not be coming back in the same youthful condition as I am leaving him as. The closer I get to the area where the stones keep their secrets in silence… the more my naïve mask begins to deteriorate away. __________________________________________ Fae | Teen | Mackenzie Valley: Timber: Gray: Arctic| Andere Seite | Loveless word count: 690 |
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- come on baby, don't fear the reaper. - By Seline. January 9, 2012 at 00:49:37 AM