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 April 6, 2012 at 08:51:48 PM by Saladin
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One paw, followed closely by another, is placed upon the muddy terrain that had been marked by the soldiers previous trek in the opposite direction. Carried upon stained stilts appears a muscular torso sheltered by thick, luxurious ivory fur. Section by section, the titans frame is smeared with the outstanding appearance of blood and sin. His crimson patterns being the most apparent of the two, clearly figured and marked along his heavily muscled being. The sins in which he also stored along his travels however, were laying dorment giving him the look of a silent warrior that could infact turn out to be the gentlest of giants if approached the right way. How wrong you would be, how set would be your fate to think in such a naive manor. The sins in which we speak do not stain the titan physically, but throughout his entire soul. Saladin is a killer, one who has bathed in the blood of the innocent just to exceed his own pleasurable expectations. The dark ones mind is a whirlwind of thought, though you would not guess this by seeking out his palette. His facial appears calm and collected, as if he is merely concentrating his emerald lookers against the path he walks being sure his foot falls land correctly. Not quite, this guy may look your average canine seeking refuge for the night.. And although it was somewhat the truth, Saladin was well aware of the pack he seeked. Andere Seite, the land his daughter now ruled and what a ruler she had become. The fearless stallion was returning home after attending other duties north of the land that was so unlike the one he and his family had lost, yet he was adjusting to non the less. The elder male had brought his blood line to safety, those he believed made an impact on the world he had turned around to guide from the burning grasp of hell all those months ago. The others however, they no doubt burned to the ground leaving little remains but they had gone down in the land they served and loved, that was good enough for ol' Sal and soothed his conscience sufficiently, enough to carry on in life as if the warriors had never existed. The closer the demon grew to the borders, the more he came to understand and acknowledge. Why was his daughters scent so faint? No other canines fluid filled his nostrils so he was sure another had not taken her place, but why was Seline so distant from her responsibility? A low growl emerged from the devils chest and he picked up pace, devouring more ground along the way to find out what the fuck was going down during his absense. No sooner had his paws landed upon familiar soil was another scent pining away for recognition. Blood, alot of it, too. Abandoning question of his daughters whereabouts, the male thursts his heavily built torso in to a ground savaging run throughout Andere in search of the wounded, or perhaps the culprit. Saladin was pissed, majorly pissed off by this point. He had been away a few weeks and already shit was hitting the fan. Not only was Selines gentle perfume faint but so was Valiants, the wolf he raised to someday take his place as the leader of the line though it would appear he was far from ready for that responsibility. Still, the crimson smeared titan refused to point paws until he knew what was going on and what had occured during his absense. Emerald jewels stare ahead with little emotion and only when an image of ivory occupies his gaze does he drop gears and ease off to a walk toward her. He had seen her before though little conversation had been made between them, if any at all. Still, her name was fresh in his memory and it turned out it would prove useful. He doesn't speak as he approaches though his breathing is heavy, a clear indication that age is creeping up on him. Dark green eyes scanned the mistress momentarily, taking in the severe gashes stretched across her side where her ribs would soon show through due to allowing herself to grow so slim and malnourished. It was clear to the demon that her age played a big part in her lack of strength and ability to do much in such a state, then again, Saladin himself was an elder and had little trouble defending himself at the best of times. Perhaps upbringing really did have great impact on the rest of your life? He didn't think about it much and instead, he spoke up. His voice isn't soft but it isn't at its harshest either. "Tjikiju. How did this happen?" He enquires while at the same time he's gazing down, his emerald gems burning against her own set of stargazers giving her little chance to avoid his question. Rage burned within him and he couldn't place the reason. Perhaps he already looked on the elder as family, something he didn't believe he would be able to do with the wolves of Andere compared to his original pack back home. Turning his attention to the path at the side of his position, Saladin fought against the need to find Seline and the longing to help this wolf beside him. Closing his eyes for a moment or two, Saladin finally shifts closer and eases his limbs, lowering him to the ground beside the mistress intending to keep her warm and stay with her. Her wounds would soon be dosed with infection if she had not cleaned them but right now he was aware of nothing. All the vampire could do was stay with her, beside her and just hope she made it through the day until he knew enough to aid her in whatever way he could. Demon//Father to Seline && Valiant//Andere Seite [Hope you don't mind me bringing in ol' Sal <3]  |
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- I DON'T CARE, I'M STILL FREE - By Tjikiju April 7, 2012 at 08:01:10 PM