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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If there is one thing I love more than feeding, it is chaos. And that’s all this pack meeting is. I watched with amusement as my licked the bitch’salpha’s face, shaking my head lightly. When the megabitch nips her and throws her weight down onto Sakari, I force a warning growl farther down my throat. I move towards my alabaster sister, smirking proudly down at her. "Good job, little sister." I tell her quietly, nudging at her with my shoulder. My golden gaze scans across each face, though it falls onto the crimson knight: the one who had stood over the pack for a short while. Compared to my own plain alabaster coat, his is a star. I watch him silently, narrowing my eyes slightly in an unspoken request; I wanna meet you later. That is all. I'm just curious, always have been. My face is molded into a non-emotional mask. Growing bored, of him already, I'm about to move onto the next wolf (FACE WISE) when dear, dear big brother Damon speaks up, throwing words from the alpha that I didn't hear.

”Oh yes, big brother. Wouldn’t want the pup to come after us.” I drawl, and I can almost see the sarcasm drip off my words like honey. ”Or even worse, the queen’ll have to get her paws dirty!” I make of face of mock-horror, pretending to cower next to my younger sister. ”Honey, I see all of three wolves here who could take us. And two of them bear the mark of Staticans.” Hey, I know my stuff, so don’t look at me like that! ”And the third is that white boy over there.” I toss my head in the general direction of the brujo the pack knew as Eric. I roll my golden eyes at Damon and snarl out a quick response. ”Well we’re still here so I guess you’re stuck with us. Fucking deal with it.” I glare at him. Who died and made him overlord. Oh yeah. Nobody. I await his response, my eyes gleaming with challenge.

God, he’s got the nerve to fucking apologizing. ”Funny.” I snarl at him, disgust practically pouring out of my cold words. ”Mother and Father told us never to apologize for something we aren’t sorry for.” I await his response, which I guess will be snarled out as well. ”Just shut the hell up, Onyx. Because, look who’s talking. I growl, glaring at my family.




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