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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We are all brothers now, m'boy... Vorkuta awoke to his father's words. He woke up with a dead start. He looked into a puddle, watching the wolf. It was him; yet it was not. The water wolf was fragile and broke with the tiniest touch. The one on the other side, however, was a masculine brute that wouldn't go down without a hard, good fight. He flexed his muscles, stretching and yawning. He jumped as he realized a ray of sun touching his tail. Damn son of a bitch sun! He groomed his tail as though it really were hurt. Inside, he felt his tail overcome receding waves of pain. It wasn't real, though. Groggily padding outside of the small cave, he saw a plump hare. Vorkuta immediately dropped down and started stalking it. He cautiously padded towards it, every footstep not even thumping the ground the slightest bit. He leaped and watched as the hare tried to run, but alas, he was already on it. Instead of ripping into the meat and devouring it, however, he bit into its neck and sucked the blood out of it. The thick, warm red liquid made its way down his throat. He smiled and walked back to the puddle. His brown fur mixed with white and black was quite snarly. His maw was ringed with red. Vorkuta smiled viciously. The brute showed no mercy to his wolf victims, oh how they'd cry Please, have mercy! Or I have a family! The brute always just rolled his eyes and never succumbed to that demon named mercy. His thoughts were always the same during the pleads of mercy. I have a fucking family too. Do you see me crying? It's a way of life. Tradition; at least that's what he called it. Padding back out again, he glanced in both directions. A pack was close, and there was a distinct smell in the border. Vorkuta smiled, remembering why he had come here in the first place. He slowly followed the trail of his brother, Damon. Vorkuta trusted Damon with his life. They were, after all, family. Family looks out for eachother. Pushing his nose to the ground, his pawsteps grew faster. When he reahed the border, he stopped. Damon has chosen well. A pack called... Andre Seite. He lingered near the border, not knowing whether to risk it or not. He decided to wait for his sister, Prussia. She should be here soon.

~ His eyes looked so hopefully?the brute's; spectacles entranced in eachothers. Mercy had almost taken over Vorkuta. His victim had pleaded to turn him, but Vorkuta refused to. Family was family, and that was that. He also refuses to give it to someone who honestly didn't want it, only wanted it for life. Vorkta smiled a evil smile as the wolf's muffled crys slowly faded away, limp body on the ground.

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