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 March 21, 2013 at 00:36:38 AM by Henadin

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His coat was matted down from the heavy rain that fell from the ominous dark clouds above. He didn’t mind, the air around him was warm enough to compensate. His large paws fell upon the ground, mud splattering his upper legs and his underbody heavily as his long, well-muscled legs brought him swiftly across the land. His claws dug into the ground with each step, ensuring that he would not slip or slide off of the path that his limbs were travelling upon. His eyes were narrowed, sheltering his orbs from the falling raindrops. He occasionally glanced toward the black brute he now travelled with, hoping that this wolf would be better company than Terrel, Channing’s adopted son. The young brute hated him already, though he barely even know him. Simply for following in love with his mother. Henadin felt a low growl growing in his throat – he was not mad at the young brute, but simply aggravated with the situation. He cared so deeply for Channing, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. How could he do that if her adopted son hated her? Henadin wondered if his sister would be able to diffuse the situation at all… Kahlan and Henadin had had to learn how to get along themselves once Henadin had finally found her. And Kahlan had a way with words… or rather, she had the use of words. Period.

Henadin’s nares flared as a faint stench came swimming toward him. They were nearing the boundary of the terra… the brute slowed his stride, gradually, until he ceased loping and came to a walk. His muddy orbs glanced to the brute beside his and coughed, and then swallowed, trying to wet his chords. “I’m Henadin…” his deep baritone was scratchy and coarse again, as if he had not spoken with Channing, as if he had never rediscovered his use of his voice. “You should do speaking when we get there. I’m no good at words.” The grey brute coughed again, clearning his throat. He dipped his head in greeting to the brute and paused his step, choosing to wait and see if his packmate would want to take the lead.




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