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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anywhere i roam [cont]
IP: 142.166.157.240
Posted on July 3, 2013 at 02:25:47 AM by Quirino




ooc: I am very sorry for both the wait and the questionable quality.

It was not silence that reigned over the woods as much as quiet. The keening cry of the crimson-coated varg had split the air with its melancholy strains, tearing a great rent in the previous hush and leaving in its wake a curious sort of stillness, much like the stillness between a flash of lightening and the boom of thunder that would report its severity. The lands of Andere Seite had been soundless for so long that they had grown most sensitive to noise, so the proud cry of the place's resident spirit caused the entirety of the territory to shudder and wait, as though holding its breath in anticipation of the wonders sure to come. Proud trees creaked softly as the wind blew over them, huddling against each other, reverent disciples huddling before their lord. The squirrels and small animals that had previously been moving about with a bold impunity now crouched in their treetop abodes, quaking with the knowledge that death was rampant among them. The wind moved sluggishly, the breeze caressing each trembling bough before moving on.

The wolf from whom the cry had issued was as still as the land, but his stance held nothing of the personified and almost menacing quietude. His nobly-paned head was held unmistakably high, tapering muzzle still pointed at some small angle toward the diamond-studded sky. When the echo of the howl still reverberated in his perked ears, the canid creature had held in his posture some hint of wistfulness, an almost unreadable longing that glowed like his twin onyx jewels in the darkness. But as time wore on, Quirino began to view the quiet with a bit of disdain, his wistful expression disappearing as the seconds slowly turned to minutes. As usual, his thoughts wandered toward his blood family, both males and females groomed to be fierce warriors.

He had been trained from birth to be a warrior, and now he was one in full. The moon paid homage to his well-muscled form, shading the various tints of his marvellously scarlet coat. The nearly aphotic atmosphere was broken by the celestial light that streamed through the trees. Where he sat, Quirino was isolated from the darkness in a pool of luminescence. His fangs glowed faintly in the night as the moon reflected off their pearly surface, adding an eerie quality to the already magnificent wolf. His maw remained partially opened as he sifted through the scents of the night, waiting with a dog's infallible patience for the warm aroma of wolf to enter the clearing. Just as the beast was about to groan in frustration, his face was suddenly transformed from frustrated to rapt. His body tensed, the earnest expression of a hunter painting his features for a moment before he schooled them into an absolute mask.

With a few efficient motions, the prince oriented his body to the origin of the perfume. It seemed only a few moments had passed when the foliage rustled and the moonwashed form of his dam was emitted into the space. She was a beautiful creature, composed of lean legs and sharp muscles that only served to draw attention to the generous curves that the gods had chosen to bless her with. His eyes swept over her body, drinking in the sight of her, evaluating her current condition. Seline had been gone for so long, he hardly knew how to react to her sudden presence. The usual deference that had once lowered his posture in the presence of the woman who had spawned him was gone, but no petty defiance took its place. Quirino's head was held in a neutral position, his crooked-ended tail following suit. After Saladin's untimely disappearance, Valiant and Seline had slipped into nonexistence, making the lean amazon one of the wolves Qui had least expected to see. He was startled by her return, but refused to let it show on his face. After all, the queen had raised him better than that. As the lady came closer, the male cocked his head slightly, her words entering the atmosphere. Her voice was the same as ever, an amused, honey tinted trill that was at odds with the constant sharpness of her poison-toned eyes.

“It has been quite a while, mother. I trust you enjoyed your vacation time?”

His own voice had grown deeper in her absence, and although cool, it was tinged with a mixture of emotions. He was a tad displeased that she had stayed away for so long only to return now, but at the same time he could hardly hold it against her. Unlike most mundane whelps, he felt no foolish sense of possession over the velca in front of him. She was her own creature, and she could do what she pleased. On the other hand, the Satanicans were supposed to be a family, and the crimson adult would have preferred it if she had chosen to check in every once and a while. He felt just as protective of her as he did his sister, and would have liked to know that she was safe. He compromised between the slight prickling of betrayal and the rush of pleased relief by displaying a slight detachment to her. His lyrics were teasing, but his orbs had a slightly more guarded look than they would have usually held as he stepped forward to bump her chin with the tip of his nose in an subtly submissive and fairly intimate motion. After a second of contact he stepped back, scrutinizing her further before the faint scent of an approaching newcomer caused his attention to turn to the next wolf.

It took a few more moments before the sound he had noticed became a distinct rustling, and a few more moments even after that before a young teenager popped out of the bush. Qui had scented the brat on the borders, but ignored him as he had all of the other smells, considering himself more of a territory guard than a baby sitter/welcome committee. This still stood, of course, when the teen sat himself down on the terra and waited to be spoken to. If Qui had wanted to take the reins around Andere, he would have. He merely did not want to speak to any unnecessary mundanes. His sister and mother provided a magnificent buffer between he and the society, and hopefully they would continue to do so. His dragon's eyes scanned over the lad for a few moments before he turned his attention to the next wolf arriving.

This continued for some time. He watched creature after creature arrive, his judging gaze noticing a great deal of merit in each of them. It pleased him that none of the creatures who came lacked potential – maybe in time he'd come to recognize them as actual members of his close knit group. It was impossible to rest on the same tier as his family in Qui's eyes, but it was very plausible to become respected, especially for decent, intelligent canines. Or, for that matter, indecent, intelligent canines – morality had never registered too highly in his books.

He remained serenely disinterested until the point when the perfume of his sibling caught in his nares. The boy stiffened and turned his coals toward the bone and blood female who now entered the clearing, allowing a cold, almost mocking smirk to slide over his maw. Now, of course, his own private, wandering prodigal decided to return. He focused in on the femme with an intensity as she slowly moved closer. He was expecting some kind of trick when the fiery woman's muzzle moved next to his jowl and her hot breath tickled his ear. Her softly whispered apology surprised him to the point of confusion. He nodded his head, not responding for the moment. He had two choices – accept the apology or give her hell for her choices, and the latter seemed more attractive than the former. He decided that he'd address her later (once he'd made his decision) and contentedly watched the rest of the show.

After her words to him, she moved to a more central location and spoke up. Her words brought a slight smirk to his lips and sent his attentions flickering momentarily toward Seline's direction. A challenge between those two alpha female types would be fun – Qui found himself wondering who would come out emotionally and physical in one piece should Seline chose not to humour Cade's statement.



{step into the circle}






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