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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The eerie grey hues of Spring's lengthening dusk had long since faded, and the land was blanketed in the fey colors of the deathly night's embrace. The trees, which appeared so friendly in daylight, have been painted into spectral beings, dark silhouettes against the back lighting of the moon. One casting their eyes to the sky would discover that even the goddess Selene herself wasn't feeling particularly benevolent on this night. The moon, as it hung suspended in the navy sky, for all appearances was the malevolent eye of some all seeing monster. Through all this, a lithe, crimson formed and petite demon limped, managing to look reasonably menacing despite the resounding waves of fiery agony that crashed through his body with every step he took. For an idle, lazy, ugly, stupid and brutish mundane, Scythe had been reasonably skilled. The prince had sustained a great deal of damage from the challenger's ivory teeth. Although the Satanican boy had spent a great deal of time properly tending to his wounds in the way his dam had instructed him to, nothing could prevent pain. Bruises and small, ground inflicted scrapes aside, Quirino had been marred in three places. Most severe was his chest. During one attack, the multi-toned challenger had managed to fool the lad and subsequently latch his fangs about his slender brisket. The wound created hadn't been life threatening, but needless to say, the teen didn't appreciate the slip-up on his own part. The other marks on his muscular body were less severe. His scruff had twice been scored by the idiot's reaching daggers. The flesh had been mangled, but not too severely - the stinging was hellish, but he'd gotten over it to a reasonable extent.

His shoulders hunched slightly, braced against the barrage of sensations, but nevertheless, his banner was raised victoriously. He hadn't managed to kill his opponent, but his own knives had locked around a good target. Scythe's hind leg had been rendered totally useless by a vicious severing of the Achilles tendon. It made the tough boy proud to think that he had made it so a foe who had the ignorance to challenge for the land of Andere Seite would never fight or even effectively run in the same way ever again. It was a morbid thing to be pleased with, but since he was hardly your average, fuzzy and naive youngling, it was a perfectly acceptable thing to find pleasant to think and reminisce about. The taste of blood no longer lingered in his maw, but he still found that if he narrowed his onyx eyes to slits and let himself sink into the exciting moment of his battle, all of the memories came rushing back to him like a blissful storm.

However, even remembrances of inflicted pain couldn't stave off the real agony that coursed through his system. He stumbled past the marker that proclaimed his land was indeed owned by a leader figure, noticing with a twinge of appreciation that Saladin, Liquid, and the adolescent female by the name of Silent Russia that he had yet to make a personal acquaintance with had crossed into the lands and been reasonably active of late. The staleness of his mother's scent hit him as a slight disappointment, but he wasn't a namby-pamby mommy's boy, so he got over it. Family was family and he needed to be a strong wolf for the whole of his pack. Shaking his head to clear away any and all thoughts, the lad sighed deeply and returned to a more dignified pace. He strode through the darkened pines for the space of time humans call 'twenty minutes' before halting and lowering himself immediately to a patch of clean grass (to prevent infection). He wasn't in the mood to sleep, but resting seemed necessary at the moment. Qui put his head on his paws and simply relaxed, letting his windows move upward to the heavens, his gaze tracing vaguely over the majestic shapes of the gilded moon and it's diamond accomplices, the stars.









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