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 December 2, 2012 at 10:25:01 PM by Quirino



His injuries weren't bad – it was obvious from the start that battling a foolish mundane such as BassHunter was not something that would leave any serious marks someone such as himself. The overall count left him with three injuries. The first he had received was a modest bite on his haunches. It had bled considerably during the battle, but his superior platelets had caused his superior red blood cells to clot around the wound shortly after the conclusion of the match. His next wound was inexplicable and humiliating: for some reason, the black wolf had gone for Qui's tail, ripping out some of his fur and damaging nerves. The bottom two inches of the appendage were curiously limp, and the bite marks riddling the rest of his tail, though very superficial, were annoying. Trust an ignorant mundie to make that kind of stupid, brainless attack. Otherwise, he'd received only one more blow – a failed attack to the throat that had been taken on the shoulder, causing mild bruising and some bleeding in that area. He'd cleaned all of his injuries extensively, not willing to take the risk of infection, but was able to walk back from the fight without crippling injury. He'd dealt far worse blows than he'd received, ripping out the Achilles Tendon of his foe as well as marking his hip and connecting hard with his front paw, perhaps dislocating it, if the delicious pop sound had been correctly heard over all the snarling of battle.

The fading of adrenaline had left him feeling giddy, but also strangely deflated. But victory was victory, and even exhaustion wasn't enough to pluck the arrogant smirk off the red hessian's facial features. He headed back toward the pack in a blaze of glory, intentionally not thinking about how he would have to deal with loneliness once he returned to the forested pack lands. The part of him that was optimistic hoped that someone, anyone, had returned in his absence, but that was a small part. The rest of the young adult's pysche was aware that the chance that his family would be there to greet him upon his arrival was too slim to even count, and even if they had come back, he wouldn't know how to interact with the useless bastards after so many months apart. They might be better then smelly mundanes, and he'd understand if they'd treated a mediocre wolf in the way they had treated him, but he was their flesh and blood. Blood is thicker than water, and blood ties, in his book, should have been enough to keep the clan together. He'd thought along those depressing lines too often to count, and could barely stand to think through possible reasons again. It was all hopeless, anyway, so he had no reason to bother.

Snorting angrily at his own sentimentality, the lithe prince continued to strut through the forest, hating the way his proudly curled and raised tail flopped slightly at the end. To the outside eye, the nerve damage wasn't extremely visible, but to him the startling lack of sensation was very weird. If he had less self control, he would have turned around at least a dozen times to check if the thing was still there. As it stood, he did manage to maintain himself, and hence abstained, but the temptation was very present, niggling at the forefront of his consciousness. It was like an annoying, insistent little brother asking again and again: do you have the end of your tail? What about now? You should check again. But whatever, it was a very good distraction and kept his mind far away from the depressing, un-awesome thoughts of his family and all of the bad words he wanted to say to his useless and lazy sister, Cade, so he was more than up to the task of handling it.

He'd been gone from the pack for only three hours, but when he returned, he immediately sensed that something was different. He'd been too late to hear the call, but had stumbled upon the Tyson's scent trail. His lips curled, and he stalked deeper into the farmiliar lands, ivories glinting in agitation. He was not in the mood to deal with some intruding brat. Luckily for the runt, as Qui grew closer, a perfume hit his olfactory system, bringing his paws to an absolute standstill. Russia was close, but not only her – another, more important odour had arrested his attentions – Cade. Dozens of unnameable emotions conflicted inside of Quirino's bosom. He could not decide if he was happy or furious that she had the audacity to stroll into the lands she had abandoned when she was no more than a rangy, young teenager. The pup's scent was also in the clearing, as well as an aroma that he'd caught wafting around the borders several times during his guardianship, but hadn't bothered to track down to it's source.

He collected his emotions, smoothing his face of emotion. Only after his feelings were in check did the blood and snow male's stalk resume. Head up, he waltzed into the clearing. His opals instantly sought of Cade's eyes, staring her down with indifferent curiosity tempering his righteous indignation. Much like himself, she had grown from an awkward adolescent into a young adult during their time apart. He did not outright ignore all of the other beasts in the clearing – each posed a potential threat – but his main focus was fixated on the self proclaimed alphess. She was seated on top of a rock like some sort of stupid princess. Qui resented that, just as he resented her for leaving like some silly weakling. He wasted no time manoeuvring around and leaping up to take a place on the rock himself. If she didn't do something very quickly, the jarring contact between their shoulders would knock her off the rock. If was vacated, Qui would leap down himself to stand in front of her, evaluating her silently, letting her throw the first vocal stone. If his 'attack' wasn't successful at first, he'd continue to persevere, pushing on her until she either changed the game by pulling a fast one or eventually succumbed to the pressure and absquatulated her little castle. No duty-shirking relative of his was going to lord over him.

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