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 30, 2012 at 09:38:40 PM by Quirino
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Young Qui could now likely imagine with perfect clarity how prisoners waiting on death row would feel moments before being sent to the electric chair. Despite his clear awareness of his mother's inevitable anger and the repercussions of his choosing to go running off when he should have been staying put, Qui stood firm. He was pretty sure that he wasn't going to die, for one thing, and secondly, the sooner she stopped yelling at him the sooner he could lay down and attend to his paw, which was swollen and beginning to throb. He wasn't a normal pup, that was for sure. Most younglings of his age would whimper, hold up the injured limb or at least display some sort of pain, but he did not. His ears were not flattened, but sort of air-planed on either side of his petite, crimson-dyed skull in a show of slight submission. His opal gems held a distinct lack of emotion, they were flat, though not deadened in the slightest, merely guarded. His thoughts were locked away inside of his mind, hidden in a place that only he could view them. He held his head at a set that was not cowardly or pained. Instead, it was neutral. Even at his young age, Quirino was a warrior. From birth, he had been readied for the tasks that would fall upon him to complete. He was a wolf of the highest calibre breeding, as his scarlet coat and single, blatantly white spot attested. With a parent like Seline and a grandfather like the mighty Saladin, how could the boy have recieved any wimp genes? The only thing that could have polluted his bloodlines (in his own mind) was the nasty relation to that stupid Sniper. However, since Qui had already FIRMLY denounced that coward, it didn't matter. The young Satanican prince had just begun to wonder if his dam was going to come when his pert ears and keen nose caught traces of her approach. He could smell another wolfess on the breeze too, but since he did not know her perfume, he deemed her unimportant. After about a minute of waiting, the serious young soldier's near-black eyes could make out the form of his mother. She had a distinct scent of blood cloaking her, but he was hardly concerned for her health – it only made sense that she'd be a bit wounded after winning a fight for alphaship of a pack. Although the wolf that had previously ruled Andere was weak, he still put up a bit of a fight. If he hadn't been carefully watching the queen, he would have missed her movement. Her muscles bunched and, quick as a flash, she was beside him. Qui did not move, nor did he attempt to resist as she latched her pearlies around his scruff. Her hold on him was tight and firm, but not painful. He held perfectly still as she embraced him, understanding the joint message of her soft growl and guessed that he wouldn't get off so lightly next time he disobeyed a direct order. After a few moments, the lady withdrew. Still, the little dragon remained motionless – he sensed she wasn't quite done with her welcome-home show. He was correct. Seline moved her duo-hued crown and pressed her soot-hued nose to the side of his neck. She did not stop at that, rather, she extended her pink muscle and began to lick him as if he were an extremely young whelp. As predicted, he was smart enough to know what was good for him and underwent his torture without protest. After what seemed like hours to the boy (but was only seconds), the alphess withdrew. She spoke to him, her voice quiet, and he allowed his demeanour to change. He softened from his soldier-pose and, in customary pup to dominant adult fashion, touched his snout to her snow-hued chin. She spoke again, this time informing him that another wolf from the pack was close behind her. He was already aware, but he nodded anyway and waited for the new ess to make her appearance. Finally, an image of lightly hued fur materialized. Qui watched her coming closer with a curious look in his night-sky orbs. She spoke the the queen first, saying something about fine breeding. The demon felt a tinge of pride stir in him, but kept his features guarded so it didn't show. His bloody ears flickered as she laughed, noticing the lightness in the sound. She nodded to him, a gesture which didn't surprise Quirino overly much, since he was obviously close to Seline. He kept his eyes fixated on the elder for a moment, giving her a calculating stare before slowly inclining his own skull to return the favor. He usually was quite rude to mundane wolves who did not share his superior bloodline, but he respected the white lass as a wolf who, although slightly below him because of mundane breeding, seemed quite wise. Besides, if Seline liked her, she probably wasn't a weakling. He was interrupted from his cool gazing by a smell. A bad smell, yes, but a familiar one. Cade, his sister was nearing their location. The slim lass was the bane of his existence. She was cocky, arrogant, stupid, and for some reason, he could never get ahead of her... He was stronger, but she was pretty fast when it came to play-fighting (or not so play play fighting). Their battles usually ended up in an even draw, which was annoying. He wrinkled up his crimson lip imperceptibly when he smelled her coming. When she came into view, Qui noticed she was carrying something that looked scaly and kind of strange. He was pretty sure it was a lizard. Good-for-nothing Cade said something about how she brought Seline a present. Qui's tail twitched as he restrained his desire to launch his lean frame at the maiden. Instead of acting on impulse, he thought of an intelligent plan. Acting nonchalant about his sibling's arrival, he glanced up toward Seline and allowed his low tones to caress the air. “Mother, I met Sniper up on Rainbow Cliff... He tried to abduct me, but I managed to get away from him.” The faint odor of his father that still laced his pelt would back up the statement.  |
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