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 .
Welcome to our home, pretty boy. The blood and snow queen’s voice breached the barrier of NeMO’s emotions and he turned away, heavily burdened by embarrassment, his strange portals searching anxiously for a way out of his jumbled behavior. NeMO. He shut his eyes and exhaled slowly, calming his racing heart. Not moments later, he turned his gaze forward, just barely catching the eyes of Seline before she moved against Eric as if he were some sort of prized possession. This was when the tainted princeling looked away and turned his attention forthward. But that also seemed to be a bad idea. With his heart still racing uneasily, he was approached with a new sort of challenge.
She was beautiful in a crazy, dominating sort of way. Hazel portals stared his own grey and russet ones down, as she had erupted right in front of him and invaded his personal space without question. Like some kind of god. Whatever this feeling was inside of him: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride, it was tearing him up. It was breaking down his ice and iron walls, turning them into nothing but dirty snow. The bastard son of a King had seen the monarch move her gaze over him, as he had been watching her with a sort of... Expectancy, you could say. He had expected her to pass right over him. He had expected her to not pay him any attention. He had expected her to reject him. Dogs such as he did not have the right to claim the need for consideration. Her eyes were precious and priceless gems and his were rough rocks with no worth whatsoever. He was replaceable and he knew it. If you throw a rock, you can always go and pick up another one. You don't have to use the same rock over and over again.

But here she was, shoving her face into his. For a moment, the bastard faltered. He did the unthinkable for a brute such as he. He threw a glare right into those precious and rich gemstones, unrelenting and unwilling to back down from her small show of whatever it was. He could bow to her, but if she singled him out… he would rebel. After all, NeMO knew that he was on a thin line of breaking. Too many months and too many days. Too many hours and minutes he had been pushed down to the level of the serpent, slithering through the dust like some kind of sinful being. But, as she waited and he found his bearings, the pale masculine lowered his gaze to the terra firma (where it rightfully belonged) and flattened his eavesdroppers against his thorny crown. He closed his eyes and expected it to come. It had been literally beat into him that should he show even the slightest hint of rebellion... Should he make it clear that he did have a soul of sorts... He would be punished. So he openly accepted it as what should be done. He bowed his head as a show of his failure to realize her as royalty and he tilted away from Eric.

This part was especially strange. Why would the brujo move away? It is both a sick and easy answer. He did not wish for his tainted blood to soil the cloak of a superior. Should she strike him and draw blood, NeMO did not wish to be punished further for dirtying a pelt that was not his own. She looked away for a short moment and in that time span, the boys shoulders rolled backwards, giving her more space to touch should she decide that he was in need of multiple forms of punishment. It could be clearly seen now. Atop the young adolescents head were a multitude of scars. Tooth, talon, even rock marks where he had been thrown to the ground and his skull had collided with a boulder bigger than his cranial. Around him, the young vampire could not see anything. He was solely and utterly focused on that earth beneath him. The earth that he had been dragged down to not two years ago.

One can never truly throw away what makes them mortal. There is no such thing as God. Just Truth. Enlightenment to those who understand that the Truth is very simple. It is oneself.
Superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, acedia.
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|| NeMO || teen || male || love || Andere Seite || kiki ||




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