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 May 15, 2013 at 12:40:07 PM by Quirino


Quirino’s idiot sister had made herself scarce yet again, disappearing with nary a trace. She took the vampires with her, or so it seemed, escaping the lands without a spare thought for what he, her brother, would think. His whiny, impudent sibling would never be loyal enough to be alpha material, and, in his opinion, needed to be held down and bitten until she realized her own idiocy. The brawny wolf’s red muzzle wrinkled in distaste as he returned from his own sally from the territory to find that her scent was nearly nonexistent on the borders. All that was left of his family had disappeared without him… again. Whether or not the slim woman would come back was no longer his problem. The juvenile let a sigh drip from his maw before shaking his head almost angrily to convince himself that the sinking heaviness in the pit of his stomach was exasperation and ire rather than mournful loneliness. With his head held high and healing tail tingling with the return of sensation, he set out about the borders, marking occasionally to prevent annoying challengers from marching into the place. He trotted about the lands, noting with growing distaste that a pair of emissaries (or spies, more likely) from the land of Saw Tooth had come only to return to their own territory. No doubt his foolish, immature sister hadn’t seen them off.

Qui’s feelings toward Cade had become more and more complicated as time wore on. Not in any deviant way – he wasn’t the kind of boy – but in a confused way. For one thing, they were blood. Satanican siblings were famously close. Liquid was close to Saladin’s heart, Valiant to Seline’s and now Cade to Quirino’s. But now, after his other half had abandoned him not once, but twice, there was not much he could do in the realm of interaction with the female who he had once depended upon to be his closest and most cherished friend. After her first disappearance, he had noted a rift between them, but his foolish pride had stood in the way of mending it. Now, he was left with no one. Upon his initial survey it seemed that no one: not mundane, nightwalker or kin, remained in the lands. Although all signs pointed toward an empty pack, he would not immediately judge. There was nothing to say that a few wolves were not hanging around, laying low. The latest scent that his sensitive olfactory system had noted belonged to the devious vampire that Cade had picked up on her travels abroad. However, even his wild perfume was fading. Whether or not Eric had stuck around was something that the muscled young adult would have to see for himself.

After stretching luxuriously for no real reason, the crimson warlord set off toward the middle of the territory. While he surely had no inclination to claim alphaship of the lands known as Andere Seite, he did not want to see them fade to obscurity either. Seline had claimed the territory long ago, and he had fought many battles over the maintenance of Satanican rule, so it was no wonder that he had grown somewhat attached to the towering, bleak pines and the still, peaceful lands that they shaded. The days that he was content to sit idle and let any negative thing that happened stymy his plans and halt his life had long since passed. After all, surrender was also a way of losing, and a Satanican would not lose, even if it was against the fickle whims of Lady Fate herself. Quirino’s determination would continue to thrive, no matter the circumstance.

His body worked perfectly as he loped through the moonwashed foliage. The eerie grey hues of fall’s short dusk had long since faded, and the land was blanketed in the fey colors of the deathly night's embrace. The trees, which appeared so friendly in daylight, had been painted into spectral beings, dark silhouettes against the back lighting of the moon. One casting their eyes to the sky would discover that his mother’s namesake, the goddess Selene, wasn't feeling particularly benevolent on this night. The moon, as it hung suspended in the navy sky, for all appearances was the malevolent eye of some all-seeing monster. The atmosphere of impending disaster fit the canine’s mood perfectly.

He weaved his way among the eerie trees with all the assurance of a devil in its own lair.

His journey took several minutes, during which time his mind was a total blank. For once, his ever active conscious was at peace. He was prepared for the disappointment that would come from being unanswered, but at the same time he was aware that he would not be able to restore his clan’s honor without calling for a pack meeting. Whether or not he met with any kind of success wasn’t a problem anymore. If the wolves arrived, then he would be glad, and if not he had nothing to lose from sitting in the clearing for two or three hours. Lurking around the pack constituted most of his life and would hence not count as a waste of time. Nothing would be lost if his endeavor failed utterly. The crimson-coated canine could not summon up the energy to care on this night.

With night came silence, and the silence was undisturbed by his padding footfalls. There was a very slight sound of crackling leaves as the large creature paused and placed his rump neatly on the ground. In the darkness, his eyes gleamed slightly, the light of the celestial planet reflecting back in his near-black irises as a glowing pseudo-green. His maw was slightly agape, flashing the tips of his ivory daggers as he scented the air, drinking in the sweet perfume of the cool trees and gentle mist. He was not given to the cold art of masking his emotions entirely, and hence his palate held a mild tinge of wistful ferality to it as he tilted his head back, pointing his nose skyward and letting a deep howl issue forth into the atmosphere. His cry called to wolves within the packlands as well as any newcomers in the surrounding area while simultaneously sending a defiant message to the surrounding packs. Andere Seite was not dead, and nor would it die so easily.

He leveled his head and stood, waiting for the arrival of the fleet footed creatures of the hunt.



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