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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FRICK.
i keep freekin forgetting
that he has brown eyes
not blue.
because im an idiot
and can't remember shit.







.Winter is Coming.
NeMO turned his deep russet optics back to the similarly colored male and stared long and hard as he spoke. At least this soldier knew his shit. He spoke of providing for the maternal figure NeMO had not witnessed the death of, and the younger lad let his domes pick up on a smaller piece of information that he was hardly interested in. I am Eric. The demon spawn instantly spoke after his greeter was quiet for a moment to pass. There needn’t be any misunderstanding between the two. I was not blessed to have Clover as my origin. Her blood would never make a cup as tainted as mine. Now the recruit had picked up on a strange scent as the gladiator had come across him… but he had not paid it much mind, finding that perhaps it was only the cologne of the unique beast that ran through his narettes… now, however, he was sure that it was not just the musk of the man. It was something other than that. Of course, he had been called many things… Boy, lad, bastard—though it was never prince. I am NeMO. He stood now, his white tassel dragging across the terra beneath him as he did so. Can you tell me, Eric—just what exactly will I be should I follow the last of the lady’s perfume and make home in this territory? Potential to be something great was an obviously visible in the boy’s being. Finding that prospective greatness and harnessing it was a totally different matter, though. He needed someone to show him how to be ‘great,’ in the eyes of others. It would be quite easy for the bastard to go in the wrong direction of life. It would be quite easy to steer him in the right. But what is the variation amid good and bad? Is there even a difference to speak of? Will I carry the stench of blood with me everywhere I go if I do choose to follow? His ice optics now watched keenly for the devil's reply, taking in the way he moved. Strange? No-- coming very near to being an adolescent, and from a family such as his had been, this was quite natural. Picking up on the blood that Eric carried with him had been easy once he had accustomed himself to the musk. And it was not a Lera's blood.

It was a varg's.




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