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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Can You Hear the Silence
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Posted on March 21, 2013 at 08:16:12 PM by Henadin

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Henadin’s brown eyes locked upon the brute next to him, taking in his body motions. The black brute was tense, and he breathed in deeply, and Henadin wondered if he had a history with the pack. Henadin waited patiently for the lupine to compose himself, and watched Maroq nod in agreement. A small sighed released itself from Henadin’s maw – a sigh of relief. Relief that he would not have to do much of the talking. As he expected, the brute strode forward, leading the way, and Henadin contently fell in step. Though Henadin believed in his survival abilities, it was his social interactions that were lacking and for this mission, it would be those interactions that would count most. Thus, it worked well in his favor that he had been paired with a more talkative lupine for this mission.

Henadin’s auditories flattened themselves upon his cranium as the brute let out a howl – it was clearly not a call asking to join, and the loudness made Henadin’s ears ring. The brute dearly missed Channing, who understood his love of quiet and silence. Henadin kept his ears cocked backward protectively as the brute sat upon the ground and turned to Henadin to speak. I’m Maroq, by the way. I used to be the gamma of Saw Tooth a very, very long time ago. I thought I should mention that if she asks us to submit, we shall do so as a gesture of good faith, keep good manners, but don’t let your guard down- this is foreign territory. We will not stay longer than needed and whatever you do, don’t separate from me. Henadin’s head tilted to the side, curious about the brute’s words. “Past tense?” he asked, inquisitive as to why the brute no longer held the position, but not wishing to pry into his personal information. As to the rest of his words, Henadin first filed away the name for future reference, and then simply nodded. He was no stranger to foreign territory, and never let his guard down anyway, except in the presence of his sister and Channing.

He soon followed Maroq’s lead and sat his weight upon his haunches, his grey plume wrapping itself around his paws. His ears constantly swiveled and his gaze read the land around them – he did not wish to be caught unawares. As to how this mission would go, the brute was unsure. All Moth had said was that the Alphess was young and that she wanted information about the pack. Should the fae be a fair, strong leader, Henadin figured that Moth would probably have an ambassador return here at a later date, offering forth an alliance. The brute shook his cranium – it was best to not get ahead of one’s self. The brute’s form solidified into one much like a statue, as from his eyes and his ears, as he waited for the approach of this young Alphess. The one dubbed Cade.




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