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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The boy has a hard stare about him, a calculating stare that I'm more than a little impressed with. I provide my name but he hardly seems interested, instead throwing in his two cents the minute I take a breather. He tells me that she is not his mother. I dip my head in a polite apology. My misunderstanding, then, but I believe that some cups are not tainted, simply stained on the surface. A few rough scrubbings and some special attention could clean it right up. Now its my turn for the eyes to harden, conveying meaning. Am I hinting that I could actually take on an apprentice of sorts? I've never done such a thing before. Godric did it for me so I guess it's about time I return the favor. Besides, this could be fun, or at least a little more interesting than anything else I've been doing here. There's something...intriguing about Nemo. Maybe it's about time I find out what.

The young fellow continues to taste the air, studying me before finally he meets my icy gaze and says his name. Nemo, such a fitting name. I guess if anyone could call a cub cute, he might fit the bill, if he didn't look so empty on the inside. Of course, I should know more about that than anyone; it's exactly the way
Godric found me so long ago. Empty inside, but I filled my core with rage and thoughts of vengence for my family. I made purpose for myself in fighting, in following the viking way. Nemo just hasn't found his path yet, his purpose. Maybe I can help with that.

I watch as he stands, asking me what he will become. I see a flicker of something in his eyes, perhaps curiosity, wonder? As if he wants someone to take him under their wing, without letting him acknowledge it, of course. He doesn't seem the type to sidle up to his master and become fond of them, at least not in the usual way. Nemo reminds me a lot of Clover with his lacksidaisy manner and the odd way he views things. He's not overly emotional, or hardly emotional at all, really. I let him speak his next question, asking if he will carry the stench of blood. I wrinkle my own nostrils up. He must be referring to my own scent then, the scent of recent bloodshed. I tilt my head, eyes narrowing, focusing on him. You will be what you are. No one can take that from you. I cannot say whether you will slay like a true viking or whether your destiny will lead you elsewhere. You choose that, no one else. Besides, blood is not something offensive, something to make you turn your head or wrinkle your nostrils. It runs through all of us. It connects us all together, something we all have in common. It gives us life, heals our wounds, energizes our bodies. I hold it as the most valuable asset on this earth.


əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood


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