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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"I ventured to see if what I had heard was true, with this jeweled branch with leaves so real. T'was nothing more than an empty promise."


How long has it been since I killed Calypso? Nearly eight months give or take I'd say... She was the one who sent our baby brother into the cruel world to bring back a bouquet comprised of blue flowers and red thorns. When she told me she was going out to look for him... I believed her. Kxiel wasn't exactly didn't have the most directional sense of the three of us. But he was always to be mother’s favorite because he reminded her of father. When neither Kxiel nor calypso returned the next day I too went to follow their scent trail. What I found was calypso covered in blood. She'd been attacked by someone or something... And Kxiel was nowhere to be found. Later on, I found that cal faked her injuries and had snapped a fairly large tree branch and dropped it on my beloved brother. His body was gone... I couldn't prove she'd just killed him but she could have hid his body somewhere I wouldn't ever find it. So I killed her and told mom of her deeds. I'd also told mother that she'd run away to become a Kerl. A rogue. A loner. I still hate myself for lying... But losing two babes was not on her bucket list so I kept it from her.. And when I became an adult she passed away without ever knowing the truth from my lips. She can probably see my sins from where she is with Tor and Sita right now... I can only hope that she understands why I kept quiet about Wolfbane’s influence on my twin. Father left me a while back, knowing that he was slowing my journey to blossom... His time had come... And he died in solitude. For all I knew, I was the last living heir of my large family's bloodline. And here I am, skidding underneath the hedge that serves as a barrier to separate the outside world and it's works of black magic away from the secluded and never touched land by two legs.

As soon as I successfully pass underneath, I stand to my full height, which is smaller than most femmes because I inherited my recessive height gene from my mother’s side... Wolves that had gone through a hard lifestyle for generations... So they had adapted to their environment to survive and passed down a gene that kept my mother tiny... A smaller body is less to feed is it not? I make my way past some select places and then find myself on the territory line of a pack. Well I've practically stepped over it... I quickly back up and wait for someone to come running with their banners high in the atmosphere and a snarl on their palettes. But instead, some voice came above the gales that tickled the trees… shouting some sort of incantation? I didn’t understand it, and frankly, I was a little frightened by it. It made me want to turn around and try somewhere else, but you know what I told myself? Put your big girl panties on Kaguya. Deal with it. So I did. Two scents had already gathered when I crossed over the border, bodice flowing like a smoothly flowing river, and my tassel low and not in any way a threat position.

I skirted a few scents, hoping not to make an adjacent path with any of the pack members until I could be completely ready… both mentally and physically. It’s okay Kaguya… You’re beautiful- they’re not going to make fun of your pelt… well… that’s what mother would say. Oh please… please don’t make fun of me… I’m sick of being the lightning rod for jokes and jests. When I neared the area in which I’d caught the scent of the witch from (or what I assumed was a witch, for I have never heard words like that before except for when my father spoke in a different language to mother when I was a youngling- I didn’t understand a word they were saying…). Lucky for me, a females voice became audible, though muffled, and I flicked my lunettes upwards, trying to catch who I’ve just come upon. I peer through the undergrowth and see what I was hoping not to see. Two beautiful females. Crap! Maybe if I turn around… SNAP. Reindeer scat! I’d stepped on a damn twig… so cliché for a getaway scene, I know. My heart attempts to jump out of my chest as I push myself out towards them, breaking away from the undergrowth. I keep my light gray optics down to the ground, which is probably why they are lined with sage anyway… I’m always staring at the dirt, it must have become a part of me… My ivory-lined audettes lower as the spotted one asks the older gal just what she’s hurt for. Cringing a little at the anger hidden behind sweet-toned lyrics, I wait for the golden and cream femme to answer back and perhaps even for the conversation to come to a breaking point where I can slide in without seeming too… careless, inappropriate, insincere?

An apologetic look creases around my invisible brows and I lower to the ground. The painted lady’s perfume is the one that is all over the area… she must be the Queen… With a soldier’s body muscle but with surprisingly feminine grace, I drop to the terra and show my vitals. One…two…three….four…five… ten seconds I wait until I’ve decided I’ve shown them good enough and then I roll back over, stay close to the ground, and refuse to make eye contact. For some reason, whenever I speak with someone, whether or not it is my relatives, lowers, or uppers, I cannot look them in the eye. I fear that my gaze is too challenging then… after all, Calypso did used to say that if I stared too long at a tree, it would surely burrow itself into the ground… in fear of just how intense my gaze is. It’s not my fault my eyes are like that. Strong and unbreakable it would seem. My ashen lips part, spilling out lyrics in a small voice, girly and divine… with an accent to it that is somewhat familiar to all of us vargs… and yet… too soft to be considered as such. Diction and mood were clear and crisp as an autumn evening in the mountains. “Forgive me for my intrusion, I did not mean to interrupt… my name is Kaguya… It would be an honor to become a part of your family… I can protect well, hunt, and tend to fevers and coughs… it’s not much, but if I’m accepted, I’ll strive to be the very best I can.”

I did not mention anything about my unique tactics for killing. It’s because I don’t like shedding blood. Plus, I don’t want to be used as an assassin. I want to be happy always… I’ve heard it said that the more you smile and the more often you’re happy, the longer you live. Nor did I tell them that their land had a dead-smell to it... there was also the faint stench of a varg that was touched by humans...chemicals... and her almost-disappated death scent was the one I was picking up on. But still I said nothing. After all, who wants a newbie coming in going, ' Oh hey, smelled dead wolf here...and humans. wondering if I could come and join your pack. kthanx.' Pft.I wait patiently for an answer from either of the two. Maybe even both. If they could get past my ugliness first… can you tell that I’m not conceited… far from it? I’m very timid and anxious that others won’t like me. I continue to keep my gaze upon the soil. What will their judgment be?

Adult || Valkyrie || Loner || Loveless
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