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 July 22, 2012 at 07:17:48 PM by Quirino
He'd naively hoped that the injuries he had obtained while fighting off that 'Scythe' wolf would heal faster, and was foolishly disappointed when the aches in his body had hung around for weeks. The only solace he'd had on the days when the deep puncture under his chest had flamed with agony had been the idea that his opponent would never be able to walk on four legs again. A sort of feral satisfaction reigned supreme as he considered the multi-toned soldier limping around like some sort of useless coyote, perhaps even starving to death due to his inability to run. It was an amusing thought, that was a sure fact. Qui may have been slightly sadistic, but he had a small amount of right in this matter. In his own mind, the slug had just been served a dish of divine retribution, and only a child would feel sad about justice, no? The only wolf that would attack a pack while the alpha, beta and seemingly was out and only a lonely teenager and elder were left around to guard it was a disgustingly craven one. If ugly schmuck had assumed that the prince just hand over his mother's (and more importantly, his exalted Grandfather's) lands like some sort of obedient puppy, it was obvious that he hadn't done his research properly. The red adolescent was a Satanican born and bred, and wasn't about to hide from a mundane idiot who was just begging to get torn up. The teenager was not feeling too smug at the moment, however. He had healed up fine, but hadn't received any praise at all for his actions. Even for a wolf of his calibre, severely injuring a much older and more experienced warrior at his age was something that should have been congratulated. However, when he returned, no one had greeted him, or even cared. Hence, Quirino was grumpy, feeling a tingling of angst squiggle its way into his soul. He wanted acknowledgement, had undergone pain happily to receive it, but in the end, no one had even cared. Yeah, he knew his mind was getting repetive in it's statements, but when a wolf endlessly circled the borders of an alphaless pack with absolutely no stimuli to keep them amused, they tended to get a notch lower in originality.... Not that Qui cared. He had way more originality than any mundane could ever hope to get anyway, so a tiny drop wasn't going to affect him too negatively. Despite the fact that he was safe from becoming a lame-o mundane, the bloody phantom was beginning to feel like a misplaced spirit as he ran yet another circuit around the vast lands. He supposed it was the fate of the superior to become lonely, but still, he'd never thought that there would be a time when his family was not all around him, supporting him and pushing him to succeed. Before coming to Blossom Forest, his clan had been an extremely close and tight knit group. They'd never strayed too far from each other and always looked to Saladin for advice and orders. However, under the rich green canopy of Kaive's realm, all of them had wandered their separate ways, including his bone and blood hued Grandfather. The red-pelted hessian had somehow managed to land himself with the unfortunate task of looking after the packlands while everyone else went and did whatever the heck they were doing. Thinking about how his stupid and lazy sister was probably off doing something fun while he was stuck toiling was enough to cause the stallion to growl in frustration. Qui was so busy caught up in his bad mood that he almost didn't catch the scent that heralded the most amusement that he'd had in weeks. Luckily for him, his sensitive olfactory system was more than up to the task of picking up the slack that his current humor left. The female was within the borders, and therfore free game if he decided it would be fun to attack her... His crimson body was in amazing shape, so it took him only a few minutes to gallop across the distance between himself and the unfortunate pup. When he came into sight of the little creature, he didn't even bother to check his tail position and make it that of an unranked creature. By all means, if one of his ever-absent family members came along, he'd lower the elegant scarlet flag, but until then, he could say he was god and no one would be in a position to dispute it. The babe was such an obvious mundane; Qui felt a surge of contempt for the little scrap. He circled around the multi-toned femme, cutting off the obvious escape out of the packlands. Cruel amusement glittered in his near-black eyes as her surveyed the midget. "So, mundane runt, enlighten me as to what was going on in that dim mind of yours when you decided it was a good idea to trespass on Satanican territory." Bullying pups was an all time low, but what else was a friendless killer to do? ooc: Hello~ It's the Minnie-kins <3 As you may have noticed, Qui is a mean wolfie with a bad attitude and a superiority complex<3 Have fun~~~~ word count: 916 {cut off your strings and be free with me} |
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- What doesn't kill you makes you Stronger - By Zakiah July 23, 2012 at 08:17:23 AM
you're just a puppet - By Quirino July 24, 2012 at 06:36:13 PM