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 November 30, 2013 at 10:25:56 PM by NeMO
 Bothersome. Everything about this life was bothersome and annoying. Everywhere the demon turned, there was someone who expelled more energy than NeMO could ever even imagine. And that made him feel restless at times. He didn’t know what to do with himself. Oftentimes he would just sit and stare off into space. Lost, though not in the physical way that hints at a compass for relief. The russet-silver eyed mongrel was lost within himself and for some reason, he could not pull himself out of the stupor he’d been trapped within. Everyday it was the same routine. Get up, decide if he was hungry enough to expel more energy to catch small game, travel to the borders and pace them recklessly, hydrate himself, do his business, wait until night and go back to sleep. Always the same routine, never changing a single bit at all. How boring. The last time he had communicated with anyone was actually not too long ago. But that was not by his will, and he certainly had not intended on spilling words to a lady he did not even know the name of. In fact, she had pissed him off. A tingle of annoyance had touched his head when she came around, screeching like some hungry vulture for carrion. It had startled him as well, as he had not been expecting anyone to come around. Perhaps he had trusted his judgement on the situation at hand too much. The scarred skull turned upwards to the blue heavens that were just starting to frost over with light ash clouds. Winter would be arriving soon. NeMO surely wouldn’t survive it if he continued with his current state of being. But what was he to do? He would not eat more than he needed, and he would not strain his muscles. Seline had yet to teach the bastard to fight… and perhaps that would soon be something that had to be touched upon with light fingers. Well, whatever… The mongrel got up from his sitting position on the border and moved into the territory, letting the dead trees stroke his cloak as he went. He probably still had the scent of that bothersome girl on him. Probably. A stench like that can’t be easily removed. Idiot—why had he even allowed her to get close to him? Don’t be mistaken, it was in no intimate way that this meeting occurred, but it was a little too friendly. Coming from him, though, that could be any meeting at all. No. In fact, the closest the white tsar had ever been to a woman was when Cade had gotten all up in his face, ticking his internal timer just enough to allow him to glare back at her. He had caught himself but perhaps not quickly enough. Frankly, he didn’t remember what happened there afterwards. Time had passed since then and the packlands had been mostly barren. Every now and then NeMO would catch the slight trace of Eric’s cologne, but whether or not the vampire had remained was unknown to the growing boy. Seline was nowhere to be found and who the hell knew where that big male and Cade had run off to. Also, the male who had the faint scent of Clover on him… he was gone. Perhaps that was a good thing. Memories that were painful for that gray male must’ve swallowed him whole. Sucked him in on himself. Returned him to nothing but dust beneath a wanderer’s feet. Who knew. The white ghost paused for a moment and looked to his left, auds pricked and listening. To those who did not know him, which was (in truth) everyone observing, NeMO was on a bridge at the moment. A mental bridge between good and bad. His white canvas had yet to be painted, though it had obviously endured some wear and tear. Now at this crucial moment in time, the lad was closer to the revenge side of life than he was to the persevering one. Revenge can tear one up from the inside out. That was no path for anyone to take… and yet the dull eyes of a boy once criticized for something he was born into… they had begun to take on a strange light. Ever since the day mentioned, with his determined look at Cade, something had awoken in the young beast. Without control over that kind of power… it would surely kill him and a few others in the process. Yet he was alone. And as the days, hours, minutes, even the seconds, ticked by… the distance between that dark crimson line became shorter and shorter. Soon there would be no distance… unless.. …. || NeMO || adolescent || bastard prince || |
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