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 13, 2012 at 00:47:04 AM by Quirino
Qui had never been one to shy away from danger, but he was no fool. The crimson-bathed hessian kept alert as he scrutinized the group. It took him a while to place his irrational irratation toward the little clan, and after he did figure it out, his features creased into the barest ghost of a smirk. They all carried a faint scent on them, the same scent as Basshunter had on him. Now that he thought of it, Eric, the snow-hued lad in the back, had carried that scent as well. At first he'd simply disregarded it as some kind of peculiar, mundane thing, but others, such as the Winterleaf, didn't have that aroma. So what made BassHunter unique? If Qui hadn't been preoccupied, it wouldn't have taken him half the meeting to piece their hungry eyes, comments about snacking and scents together, but whatever, you had to cut him some slack if he came to the conclusion that these ones were cannibalistic and uncontrollable (or so they thought). He wasn't awed by the conclusion, instead taking it in stride – some wolves liked that kind of thing. Personally, Qui didn't even want to think of the gross taste of mediocre wolf all over his face – he'd stick with deer, thank you very much. Qui had passed caring about whatever kind of crap Cade was trying to get up to. For all he was concerned, his foolish, saucy sister could do whatever she wanted; as long as she was in one full, undamaged piece for him to beat the heck out of once this little pack meeting came to it's conclusion. Stress on the one piece. Since he didn't want his blood to be damaged by other wolves, he had to keep on watch. And watch he did, mostly without expression, as one after another the parade continued on and on. Andere Seite had the potential to be popular, it would seem. Qui had never assumed to rule the pack, and never would be interested in the thankless job of alpha, but now it made sense why the challengers had always come, swarming like mosquitoes. Qui observed the goings on idly, only snarling once, after the pinned fool, Sakari had the audacity to lick his sister's nose. His kin dealt with it well, though, so Qui settled back down,allowing his lip to slide back down over his fangs. Finally, Cade stopped masquerading as Seline. It was fortunate in one way, but at the same time annoying, since the aching young adult then had to deal with her. He knew as soon as she turned to him, a gleam in her eyes, that things would get messy. Bracing himself, the lad watched as she turned toward the rock which he had casually situated his bodice on and launched herself at it. He'd been in enough fights recently to judge her trajectory and know that she was not going to end up beside him on the rock, where he could push her off. She was going to end up on him. That. Idiot. Barely restrained resentment bubbled close to the surface as her paws landed on his shoulders, one landing on the edge of his wound and causing a trickle of ambrosia to appear. He let of soft growl ease from his chest as he sidestepped several times, aware that, unless she hopped over him very quickly, he'd be able to push her off the rock that way without entering a tussle that would hurt his shoulder more – he wanted to save his energy for kicking her butt later. A scathing comment was forming on his tongue, but it was interrupted by ice-cold words from his dearest great uncle Liquid. What right did he have to chastise Cade? Hadn't he been just as vacant as of late? Qui's orbs flashed murderously toward the older male before he turned his attention to the next issue, which came in the form of the pup. He hated puppies, especially those of the mundane variety, and this little scrap stunk of mediocrity. And was currently trying an assassination attempt of some sort. After a rush, the little boy leaped into the air. Qui prepared to dodge, but found it unnecessary, as Tyson didn't need his help to miss. The boy ricocheted off the red prince's uninjured shoulder and landed on the ground at his paws. A smirk formed on his face as the young one's eyes widened. Qui had no intention of devouring anything as stupid looking as the pup before him, and hence merely spoke, his voice carrying a distinct hint of disdainful amusement. “Next time, why not that nice wolf over there?” He indicated toward Darien Valentine with a slight inclination of his head, then, with a swipe of his paw that was only fractionally too harsh to be considered gentle, pushed the small one away. A few minutes passed with only a small disturbance caused by the dysfunctional family of bloodsuckers, but nevertheless the oldest and wisest of them found the need to apologize to Cade. It was going to take a lot of heckling to get her head to stop swelling from this one... {you're just a puppet} |
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