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 24, 2012 at 06:36:13 PM by Quirino
A quiet growl rumbled incessantly from Quirino's crimson maw like the slow thrum of a motorized vehicle, the only difference in the sound being the fact that an no engine, despite how overworked it may have been, could produce such a feral noise. The muted, air shaking menace that exited the prince's throat like some sort of devilish euphony was not utterly terrible – he was capable of producing far worse a noise – but still, he thought it would bring about an amusing result. The bully was awaiting to be rewarded for his meanness with a fervency that spoke volumes about his lack of other things to be doing. Quirino's near black gems seemed cold and distant as he scrutinized the tiny maiden, noticing how her hackles rose and her lips writhed back to expose malignant, pearl-hued fangs at his initial approach. The display of momentary will to fight fled when he circled around finally fixed the full intensity of his observation on her. The small growl that had been flowing from her maw quieted, then died altogether. The moment before his languid speech was fleeting, but in it, he had, in his mind, already summed up enough information about the pup that he needed to know no more about her. He had always been a judgemental soul, and the fact that she was a mundane instantly put her down in his books as an idle fool. All mundane children annoyed him to no end. Even when he himself was very young, he had personally made sure to fully isolate himself from such dunderheads. In his own years as a babe, he had not understood things very well. Because of this, Quirino sometimes worried that mediocrity was infectious, and therefore went to great lengths to avoid prolonged contact with lower lifeforms. Even now, when he was perfectly content that his undeniable superiority was absolutely unshakable, when particularly ugly or stupid mundane was in his presence, Qui still maintained the habit of breathing in their scent as little as possible. As a positive strike for this little midget, he could still inhale and exhale around her without feeling disgusted, but still, she wasn't exactly what he thought of as intelligent or cute. Hence, it was surprisingly more fun to bully her than he would have thought. Had this midget been an adult or even a lanky teenager like himself, the adolescent demon would have wasted no time in ripping her to shreds. However, she was too small to put up much of a fight, so the prince really had no intrest in killing her, or even maiming her, for that matter. He had excess energy to burn, but would rather spend it in some more entertaining venture than the bloody murder of a pathetic, babyish mundane. All of his family tended to use large words and make grandiose, elegantly framed statements, so he was slightly confused when the scrap tilted her head to the side like she didn't fully understand his utterly simplistic verbalization. He was annoyed, but didn't really show it as he finished up with his articulation. She seemed to comprehend the basic meaning of his words, since she reacted properly by folding her ears back against her skull and placing a contrite expression on her face before speaking. A feeling of smug satisfaction cooed in his chest as she spoke for the first time, bestowing the title 'Mister' upon him and basically apologizing and promising to leave right away. He managed to keep his facial expression passive and basically make it blank, but inside, he allowed a balloon of superiority to swell. It continued to grow pleasantly larger until the maiden spoke once more, at which point it recieved a small puncture. Wasn't she supposed to be leaving immediately? Not to mention the fact that she did not even have a tiny bit of nervousness in her eyes, just curiosity. However, her question was an opportunity for the lad to spread the glorious name of his lineage, so he honored her with a response. “The Satanicans are an elite family of wolves who have trained in the art of war for generations. We come from a land far from this place, and are immediately distinguishable from normal wolves because of our red and white coats.” The balloon swelled again, regardless of the puncture, only to be viciously popped by the runt's outburst of questions. Now Qui was exasperated. “Do you always talk so much? If so, I understand any attempts your father supposedly made on your life.” Quirino was a bit touchy at the mention of fathers. Qui had oh-so-lovingly disowned his own dear daddy not too long ago, and was still a tad bitter that the useless, deserting imbecile's genes still were paired to half of his chromosomes. However, Qui had no time to lapse off in a mental rant about his relative, since the spunky puppy had spoken again, this time (thank goodness) to say that she was actually leaving. Yay. Now Quirino could go back to doing absolutely nothing with absolutely no one to keep him company. He didn't follow the scrawny pup to the border, since it was only a few meters away. Rather, he stood and watched her leave, his expression smooth and impassive. She plodded over the border, then, much to his dismay, let a feminine little giggle tinkle it's way out from between her teeth. She turned and gave him an expression that she likely hoped would be cute, at the same time saying that she left. She then went on to talk some more, saying her name was Zakiah, then asking if he had a name. “My name is Quirino, but that is beside the point. Don't you have some doting relative who is desperately trying to find you and who you should really be going back to??” word count: 1021 {stop frontin' you're just a puppet} |
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