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 9, 2012 at 01:39:47 PM by Quirino
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Wispy, early morning mist wreathed the tall stately trees that made up the majority of the forest around (and in) the beautiful, haunting land known as Andere Seite. The sun's rays could barely penetrate the gloom produced by the dark green bows that loomed over the terra firma, which was covered by a mixture of moss and various debris. The observant eye would notice that the moss only grew where the soft light of the fiery orb could reach it. Where the sun's brightness was strongest, some grass grew, where they did not, only scattered needles and other brown detritus existed. The emerald stems appeared fragile and bizarrely surreal when contrasted with the depths of the Stygian woodland. But that was not the only bizarre thing in the forest, for other, stranger creatures than photosynthesizing plants thrived in the dark lands. A shockingly coated wolf trod through the dismal trees, his crimson hue making him seem like some bloody apparition that had appeared. But no matter what he looked like, Qui was no apparition, nor was he particularly bloody. However, he was tired, sore, and a tad smug. Tired because of climbing Rainbow Cliff, sore because of falling off Rainbow Cliff and spraining his paw, and smug due to his escape from the stupid wolf who he regretted to call his father. Although Quirino was only a little over three months old, he was already developing a harsh code of warrior's honor. He believed in duty, and what Sniper had done when refusing to obey Saladin's orders was not duty - it was pure cowardice. The Satanican whelp did not like the thought of being related to someone such as that bastard, and attempted to forget about it as much as possible. Qui paused at the border, but only for a moment. After his brief hesitation, he lightly stepped over the scent line. He walked for a few minutes more of walking (for he did not permit himself to limp), he stopped, raised his petite crown and allowed a haunting howl to escape his scarlet muzzle. He was aware that Seline, his mother, would not be too pleased with him, but he also was aware that delaying the inevitable would not do any good. He had acted badly by disobeying her orders, and was fully prepared to take whatever punishment she close to give him. ooc: muse isn't exactly high, but I'm sure my posting will get better as Qui hangs with the crowd :]  |
Replies:
- come on baby, don't fear the reaper. - By Seline. January 12, 2012 at 03:56:21 AM
I DON'T CARE, I'M STILL FREE - By Tjikiju January 13, 2012 at 11:29:21 PM
What Is This World Coming To? - By Cade January 22, 2012 at 05:50:36 AM
dance with the devil tonight - By Quirino January 30, 2012 at 09:38:40 PM