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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Tyson’s startled eyes narrowed after a moment as a grumble left his chest, annoyance bubbling within him at the fact that he’d missed. Of course it wasn’t his fault; he was still young and hadn’t yet grown into his oversized puppy paws. He offered a smirk, amusement in his blue eyes as Quirino dipped his enormous head to look at the youngster. Next time, why not that nice wolf over there?

The pale pup almost flipped, spine seeming to bend almost unnaturally, in an effort to roll onto his stomach and find the wolf the adult had directed him to. Eager eyes tried searched out the face, reason he had entered Andere Seite’s lands forgotten in his momentary excitement at the game. He was too young to realise the adults were just messing with him, likely trying to get him out of the way so that they could have a proper meeting. The longer he stuck around, the more Tyson liked the other wolves currently perched near him. The female who’d greeted the bold pup he saw as the alpha and for now she couldn’t do wrong. The male who’d just addressed him he also felt respect for, if only because he was so intimidating yet still behaved slightly childish around the femme. His feeling was already edging on trusting them, such was the naivety of a pup.

Before his eyes met the target they were searching for, a voice spoke up. There was scorn within the sound and though Tyson couldn’t understand what was being talked about, he recognised the hostility. It was directed to some of the adults, including the wolves he was coming to like. His lip curled up and eyes narrowed as the speaker. Still halfway on his stomach, lying between the large male’s paws, it didn’t look too intimidating. However it was obvious that he had some guts and, eventually when he was older, he would look as intimidating as he tried to. A snarl ripped from his throat, grumble within his chest, as he glared as the one who’d dared to offend those living in the territory.

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||Tyson|| ||No Mate|| ||No Pack||





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