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 February 7, 2013 at 10:15:49 PM by NeMO
.Winter is Coming. The voice that greeted the small beast was nothing of what he had expected, though nothing is ever truly as it seems when speaking in the general idea of life. Iced watchers turned to lay pupils upon the demon, whose pelt was nearly as white as his own. Still that nonchalant look upon the youngsters palette remained unchanged. Why would it have? He did not know this male—but based on the words that he let loose from his maw towards the bastard prince, he did know something of the miss who had conducted him when he was in need of her guidance. His frosted sky blue chasers searched those of this devil. He inhaled slowly and then spoke his reply, breathy, in a hushed tone (just above a whisper) and appeared, still, unaffected. “She was figure of protection and of wisdom when I was deprived of all things one might take for granted. She gave me back the necessities to survive and I, in turn, kept her company until the time of her dreaming came.” NeMO felt as if he had exposed his stomach to the frost demon, and he bit back a smart mouthed work of words with a bit of encouragement from his incisors. The sticky metallic feeling that swept through his mouth now was just a symbol of his hard-to-come-by patience. What she was to the inquirer was the real question. And he, as reserved as he could, so as to not anger the male twice his size, he spoke once more, chilly words dancing along the particles in the atmosphere, freezing what they could. “And you? To know the name of the owl is to know more than one who merely observes. To whisper is to say a thousand words and commit emotions that rarely exist anymore. So why do you ask me of mother?” It was not that he was hateful, nor was he rude. He just asked the same question that his elder had asked him. In a different tone, perhaps, but who is anyone to judge when they know not the past of a youngling without a dam or sire to speak of? Inane. Craven. These were things the bastard was not. So he waited, not moving a muscle to speak of as he listened for the knight’s reply. …  |
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- just a little drop - By eric February 12, 2013 at 11:36:27 PM
winter is coming - By NeMO February 13, 2013 at 10:50:10 PM
just a little faster - By eric February 22, 2013 at 03:31:24 AM