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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winter is coming
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Posted on May 20, 2013 at 10:25:10 PM by NeMO






. Winter is Coming .

NeMO had grown. Ice pillars slid across the terra, not caring to avoid new sproutlings that were just beginning to pop out and make themselves visible. His shaggy pale cloak had not changed it's unruly ways, and he looked, per usual, like a mess. Strangely enough, the teen's mind had not changed. Usually, when one grows from puphood to adolesence, something within them is clicked off and the childish thoughts disappear. NeMO had never truly had childish thoughts. The bastard looked over his sharp, muscled shoulder, portals adjusting to the light. They too had not changed. They were a clever russet which, in the correct light, flickered a deep crimson. On the outer ring, they transitioned sharply into gray and then the black ring fell around it, giving him a semi-insane, semi-startling look. Breath escaped his nares and the young soldier turned back forward, heading towards a cove within the trees that he often spent his useless time around. There was nothing better to do. The lad did not make friends very easily, and that was because of his tendency to just not care. Things that meant nothing to him... they weren't interesting. They weren't worth his time. The stars, whether stoic or streaking across the night sky, were always worth his time. Which is probably why he had dark circles under his ivory lids. Another contribution to his looking horrid.

A movement in the trees caught his attention and he stopped dead in mid-stride, pricking his domes forward with surprise. He had not seen much of the pack since he had parted ways with Eric. Why he was even still here was beyond his knowledge. It was most likely because he had nothing else to do with himself. What was the bastard son of a King and his wench going to do? Certainly not make a title for himself. NeMO was a soul without cause. A mistake... one that he reminded himself of every single day he opened his strange portals. The creature far away from him was one he had scented at least twice before. He did not know the mortal's name, nor did he know his position in the pack.. but the way he carried himself-- the guy must have known his way around. Blinking, the child turned his head back to where he was planning on going, returned his gaze to the masculine frame getting farther and farther away from him, back again to the promise of silence and then exhaled slowly before altering his direction and moving towards the male, Quirino. He stayed to himself, not caring to catch up with him. As uninterested as he was, curiosity still was a factor in the lad's beating heart. The crimson demon pulled to a halt and, after a moment or so, let loose a howl that shook the ghost to his core. He swallowed dryly and lowered his nape as he moved forward, in and out of the foliage. He did not move any closer to the hessain than he had to. Instead, he stayed relatively far away, watching.

It was not long before vargs came to the caller. A young one, perhaps older than him though, was the one NeMO caught first. The thing didn't look like he knew what to do with himself. The lanky movements he made caused the pale apprentince to sneer under his breath. Though, he kept his eyes on the boy, for he had never seen another of his own kind at that age. At his own age. In fact... the only wolves he had ever come into contact with had been his father, the royal brats, Eric... and Clover. Clover had been his most favorite out of all the options life had thrown in his direction. Her passing was one of the things NeMO did not like to elaborate on, or even look at with pity. She had been kind and strong in the same moment. She was, in short, a role model for all people to follow... but NeMO did not know whether or not he wished to follow her ways. He did not know if the pathetic mishap of a royal blooded monster and a heartless whore could even have a heart to speak of.

Then, a queen came into play. NeMO pricked his listeners as she spoke, but he could hardly make out the words. Not that he cared anyway. Her cloak color seemed to resemble that of the demon who had called the others to him... but who was the lad to make assumptions? He shook his pelt and crept somewhat closer, definitely in view of the others now. He settled himself down at least twenty good feet away from the trio. It wasn't that he did not trust them. He was not sure if they trusted him. He had Andere's scent all over him, but the cologne of Eric had gone stale... as had Clover's perfume. NeMO was someone without a name right now. A stranger in their own home. He would not speak unless spoken to. Being a bastard didn't mean that his manners weren't good. He could flip his bitchswitch if he wanted to... but so far, no one had incurred that dreadful wrath. Hello. I am Grayhills. The voice came from his left and NeMO watched as yet another varg came into view. This one, as well as the other lanky fellow, smelled of fresh meat. Not literally, but of loners. Something that made NeMO's hackles ease to their roots. But it also made him a bit uncomfortable. He himself had been forced into wandering... what were the story of these men? His tassel twitched unconciously. I was wondering if I may join your pack. The pale brujo arched an invisible brow. No. Why else would he be here? To find buried treasure? Snark as the comment was, NeMO still kept his trap shut. He said nothing. Absolutely, positively nothing.

|| NeMO || teen || male || love || Andere Seite || kiki ||




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