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 30, 2013 at 02:25:19 AM by Henadin
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The silent brute let the rain fall upon him, the waves of wetness setting upon him a heavy weight as it saturated his grey coat. His muddy orbs had scanned the area for any approaching lupines, but it was the footfalls that he heard first. They were quiet, muddled by the loud roar of the downpour as it crashed upon the ground. Soon, the pitter patter of the Alphess’ stride had yielded her into his gaze – the fae had shaken her white and russet coat to no effect before settling her gaze upon Maroq and addressing him. To what do I owe the pleasure of standing in the pouring rain on my borders, gentlemen? Her words were sarcastic and tinged with annoyance. The brutes hadn’t planned to arrive at such an unfortunate time, but it could not be helped. Henadin held back a smirk, glad that Maroq had agreed to do the speaking. It was likely that Henadin was far older than Maroq, having lived many years, but to the brute, power was not was he sought. He would respect the Alphess Moth that he had submitted to, but his goal in life, what drove him own was family. His sister, his mate. This was what mattered to him. This was why he had offered to follow Maroq’s lead. And, because of course, Henadin didn’t speak much. Maroq answered the Alphess, with complete courtesy and appropriate politeness. He was the perfect dignitary. He told of Moth’s curiosity about Cade and how she would run the pack, and ended with monologue with flattery. Henadin would have barely been able to string together a single sentence let alone the eloquent speech that Maroq had just delivered. Henadin’s audettes continued to swivel, not wanting to be snuck up on, but his gaze only shifted between Cade and Maroq. Maroq was being very cautious to not appear aggressive, and Cade was studying the pair of them. Henadin remained statuesque, all of his muscles relaxed, and his body motions quiet, showing that he too was no threat. And then his gaze shifted sharply as his audettes picked up the sound of another set of paws. A brute emerges and rubs gently against Cade. The brute is stoic, though his eyes tell a cautious tale. The brute licks his jaws before opening his maw to speak. It’s a pleasure to have you. I’m Eric. Henadin decides that this would be the time to speak. He swallows once, wetting the vocals that he knows will close up randomly at any point in time. As he dips his head, first to Cade and then to Eric, he opens his maw. “The pleasure is all ours. I am called Henadin.” His voice is rough and scratchy, as per usual, but he does not stutter, just as his gaze does not falter. The brute focuses his attentions back onto Cade after his brief set of words, awaiting her reply to Maroq’s own monologue. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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