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 7, 2012 at 01:15:08 PM by Darien Valentine
 DARIEN “I only want,” VALENTINE “The best for me.” As the time wore on, my siblings shifting with the various impulses our bodies had inundated us with, I found myself to be fixated on two very individual points of interest- mine, anyways. The first being the wolf not a dozen feet away from me, the familiarity being the reason I’d chosen him to study, and not the red tinted wolves positioned multifariously, each to his or her own designated family or friends, biases or viewpoints –some revolving around me and my own family – and pondered as to why I might feel such a fluency between him and my siblings. The direction of my fondness, not so much of him as the aura he seeped, was peculiar in the way I felt nothing for him; the attachment a mutual result of instinct. He smelt like blood, blood felt like my kin, and my kin had nothing to do with Eric. Dissming it, I was brought to the second point of interest; Sakari Dashi, or my little sister. Again I couldn’t stress enough my knowledge of her “jokes” and how far they could go, knowing firsthand how little she knew of appropriate timing, especially now that we’d begun a long trek over very cracked ice, one she had worn even thinner with her techniques, but the blood relation we shared had me indebted to care. Concerning the situation the same state of mind remained (anger and disapproval), except this time it was directed more at my own domestic litter mates than at the pack we were in the process of entering. The fact most of them were belittling the very thing I valued her for; a flippant, egotistical brashness that she didn’t bother to hide to appease others in the light of scrutiny, was a magnificent act of wrong in my eyes, and I felt the candle of excitement I harbored for reunifying forgotten bonds dulled. Had Damon honestly thought to bring us here, surrounded by blood infused wolves, amateurs to controlling lust and love, and sit unaffected? If it hadn’t of been Dashi, wouldn’t another of us cracked? Disappointment in the way my brother had handled things overshadowed admiration for the time being – but I felt the beginnings of a stir through the clearing, members of my own ‘pack’ drifting to either support or ridicule our martyr, and I felt my own numb heart barricading my favoritism. The last thing our small group needed was inner dispute, my own dissipating with any outward appearance of discontentment. I knew if I’d been in the alpha’s place, I’d most likely done worse, but in either situation I was loyal to my lineages and proud to reject anyone who posed a feeling anything close to the otherwise. As I looked on warily, Sakari replied to the excessive violence with a snide remark, going so far as to lick the alpha, the grandee’s face twisting into one of humiliation and disbelief. To anyone else – and I speak by the expressions of surprise, confusion and disgust echoed around the clearing – it might of come as a shock, a direct insult to her omnipotence over her own wolves, or, for Onyx Prince, who was always the closest to her, a jab at the infuriated empress’s flavor. To me? To me it was a carnal act of brutal nature, one that I suspected was more reflex than reaction, something integrated within our bloodstream, a rebounding in the case of peril; if it bites, bite it back – harder. Unfortunately I wasn’t the only one with this in mind, because the next thing to nibble was Cade, a name that drifted from previous conversations that I’d just barely walked in on to my attention. Delivering a sharp nip to her prey’s, or in this case my sister’s, nose, she tramped the troublesome wolf in what I observed was a kind of “I get the last word” vanity promoter, and dismounted her stance of belligerence, and with my surprise, laughed. The sound was abnormal; a ray of sunlight in the darkness the clearing had collected, and almost completely seemed to dissipate the tension in my shoulders and back, the muscles I hadn’t even known I’d kept bunched laying flat against my bones. The calm was short lived thereafter, however, when her next words ground the salt into all of their wounds—and it wasn’t the word, as she so childishly described us as, stupid that caught my attention, it was the alarming keys such as ‘draining’ and ‘kill’. Not only did she have no right to point out the flaws in our heritage, I thought, my mind jumping into offence when she placed a jab towards our maturity, scrambling to remember everything and everyone I could pick apart, when her own wolves had tackled each other in what looked like playful banter in the midst of a meeting, couldn’t decide who their alpha was, and had such underplayed disorder, but the fact she was implying she could execute any of us so effortlessly was what disturbed me the most. I wasn’t exactly a boastful creature, but my lethality was something I prided myself in, and I spoke for every one of us when I intoned that we were fairly deadly. Lastly, she had just hinted that she knew what we were; vampires. If that wasn’t enough, I was assaulted with the punitive, angry voice of my revered older brother- Damon, bitterly selecting several of our assembly. Onyx and Prussia both were receiving the blunt of his embarrassment, and I felt myself indifferently getting to my feet and striding towards the two, forgetting my fascination with my seating mate forgotten, angered by the sadness on Prince’s face, even well keeping my own solemn. How dare Damon dig up their wrongs when his own sister was in jeopardy? Even when they all knew she was in no real danger, had he felt nothing for her, perhaps even some ill-directed indignation of his own flesh? Having to remind myself that in the end, he’d know what was right and what was wrong, I slowed my approach until I’d come to a stop near Prussia, if nothing more than to show that I approved of her mild actions. My movements may have been slightly redundant, and probably unnecessary, but at the least I felt at ease closer to them. Distributing the due looks; an understanding blink to Onyx, an exasperated stare in the direction of Damon, and a dirty glare of brotherly opposition to Vorkuta well all together avoiding Cade, I felt relaxed enough to let my feathers lie flat (metaphorically, of course). The alphas I’d come across had been few, but each unique, though this one was more diverse than the rest, I decided. Fresher, livelier, more feminine. Consoling myself that I did respect her reluctantly for her leadership, at a glance I knew the adjustment was brittle, even as she climbed her throne and took liberty in her successor’s back it was a minor obvious. Drawn from my self-centered brooding by, again, the words of wise from our sovereign, I noticed for the first time the pup fumbling clumsily on his spine near the edge of the clearing. Having little to no interest in children myself, I passed him off with the words untidy, inept, and dogged. Quirino was the name I’d been looking for, and it seemed to fit the injured, red demon who I hadn’t before taken too much consideration of, besides that I knew he was an important piece of the riddle we’d gotten ourselves into. By the time a green eyed dog had lashed his tongue at two of the more animated females in the clearing, I’d developed a pet peeve for rebuke and found my top lip lifting away in distaste. In my brief time across the border in Abendrot, I hadn’t seen half as much rage circulating; an accumulation of both parties’ discomfort. Seeking out Sakari again, I checked to ensure she was OK, before shuffling closer to Damon. Disapproval of him didn’t make him any less gravitational, and I felt the need to be close to the parental figure of most of my den life just as much as I ever had. With an audible sigh, I carefully thought to myself, in case of irony, what else could possible go wrong? Word count: 1,386  |
Replies:
- let me hear you S C R E A M - By Depths of DAMON December 8, 2012 at 06:24:37 AM
Ready to Explode - By RustyEyron December 9, 2012 at 12:31:00 PM
&& ill be happy to see those nice young men - By Prussia December 9, 2012 at 03:08:38 PM
There is no danger here - By Onyx Prince December 9, 2012 at 11:24:17 PM
children, children - By Darien Valentine December 10, 2012 at 02:33:30 AM
just a little bite - By eric December 10, 2012 at 04:50:49 PM
just a little drip - By eric December 10, 2012 at 04:53:02 PM
&& you left me anyhow - By Prussia December 11, 2012 at 02:05:44 AM
Let me hear you S C R E A M - By Depths of DAMON December 11, 2012 at 09:07:33 AM