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 July 16, 2013 at 00:58:10 AM by SELINE.
The pale mystery boy was about to speak when another interrupted him. Seline had it in her mind to snarl at the now obnoxious male, but before she knew it- he was leaving, apparently changing his mind about his new home. As sickly venom irises watched him go, her lovely dark upper lip curled up slightly. She would remember his desertion, his choice- and he would not be welcomed back with open arms. No. If the male ever showed his pelt in Andere again, he would be chased out- mercilessly at that. One did not simply walk away from those that are Satanicans. Not if they favour their life. Putting the unimportant out of mind, the Queen is turning her bright gaze back on the boy of obsession. NeMO, he called himself, once again addressing her with 'm'lady.' Seline found this rather endearing, of course, though when she herself used such terms it was something second nature to her, not particularly meaning anything. But, coming from this boy, well, she rather enjoyed the sound of it. And then he gives her permission to call him whatever she wishes. To this, she arches a subtle brow, a rather sly smirk caressing her features at the thought. Oh, what a dangerous thing to give a lady such as herself free reign. Whatever she liked, whatever suited her tastes. A dark chuckle slipped from her lips as her mind took a whole different meaning to his words, and the thought might have showed in her gaze if the boy was looking close enough. And what exactly he would make of it, was purely up to him. "Welcome to our home, pretty boy." It was said to NeMO of course, and just so he knew that she was infact addressing him, she purred out his title in the next moment. "NeMO." All honey and velvet with that deadly tone laced within, per usual. Seline had a style that was all her own. But he did not maintain eye contact with her, as she so obviously wanted to with him, which disappointed her slightly. In time, was something she told herself. In time, she would get him to hold her gaze whenever she so wished it. She just had to get through that shell of his first, to dig her way beneath his flesh and make herself of course. Yes, then she could have all she wanted. There's movement to her side, catching her attention and drawing it away from NeMO. Eric is giving her a sidelong glance, and she responds with pushing more against him. He's tense, as if unsure for a moment, before relaxing. Sel catches his icy gaze on Cade, and she doesn't even bother to surpress a low chuckle. Someone feeling awkward, are they? Feeling that oh-so-normal-for-her devious spark ignite within her chest, Seline is suddenly pushing her lithe fourm from the earth. Before anyone can blink, she's rubbing her entire body along Eric's, making it painfully obvious as she draws at last away, her tail raising to caress first his chest and then upward to the underside of his jaw. Oh. Bad to the bone doesn't even begin to cover the Satanican Queen. It's a bold move, but no one called dibs, no one has any claims. It's all a free game, and all is fair in blood shed and love. At least, as far as she's concerned. She doesn't catch Eric's second sidelong glance, but she can feel his ever intense gaze boring into her back, and she shudders. That gaze was reserved for her, and her only. She'd be damned if her offspring stole that from her, but, then again- the offspring had it first. But that's hardly something that really matters to Seline. After all, Cade is her blood, and blood is thicker than anything. If something were to actually callously arise between them, well, then the problem would simply be snuffed out. In one way or another. Satanicans stuck together through and through, regardless of anything else. But the Queen was a proud and regal creature- when she wanted something, she always got it. Sickly venom watch Cade as the blood and snow frame makes its way to Quirino. She'll be an interesting ruler, such is garunteed with any Satanican. Especially one spawned by Seline herself. She's observing all of her wolves, which now belong to her as is her duty, and, lo and behold, they pause momentarily on Eric. Watching intently and unabashed to glance away, Seline observes the slight struggle Cade endures before tearing her mismatched gaze away from the pale male, only to hone in on the one beside him. Such an interesting one indeed. Much to Seline's amusement, Cade is then moving forward to completely and utterly intrude on NeMO's personal space. Just like her daughter, Seline is very much curious to how the boy will react to the intrustion. Will he back away, will he hold his ground- or will it simply push him over the edge? She rather likes the idea of the latter, just to see what makes the boy tik, and just how far he will go when agitated. That would be a fun game to play, one day. Cat and mouse, one of her favourites. Wanting ice again, electric green search them out, and though she had pulled away from him, Eric still drew her to him like a moth to a flame. A sexy moth to a sexy flame, though the flame was the one more likely to get burnt than the moth. Such is the way of Seline, such is the way of most Satanican's. But then again, the blood and snow Queen is an oddity in and of herself, and she prides herself in this. A seductive, lithe, manipulative oddity. Andere Seite had become the home of a lovely family indeed. blood and snow
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Replies:
- my body tells me no - By c a l i x July 17, 2013 at 06:49:40 PM
winter is coming - By NeMO August 1, 2013 at 03:48:49 PM
just a little more wet - By eric August 5, 2013 at 07:10:59 PM