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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The scent of blood is thick and sweet in the air. It is just about the only scent that lingers still within Andere, beside that faint mark of NeMO and Eric. All of the Satanicans have seemed to have disappeared- save for one, that is. The Queen has taken her leaves when needed, and done as she damn well pleased- but she's always returned to the land her Father had decided to one day overthrow. And look where that had gotten them. The last of their clan had come to this land many many years ago- and one by one they had dropped like flies. Call it a bad omen, or perhaps whatever you'd like. Seline saw it for what it truly was- failure. The three scars upon her breast showed nothing but the failure of her family, of her bloodline. Oh, if only Saladin could see her now, could see what is left of his family. Absolutely nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

It's a rageful feeling, the one within the blood and snow Queens breast at the moment. Perhaps that is why she is drawn to the mass amount of blood as she is, like a fly to the most succulent rancid meat. His scent lingers here, most intoxicating to her senses, and as her venom jade eyes take in the bloody scene at her paws, her lips cannot help but curl in the most devious of smirks. Her forever half smiled carved into her face is a most gruesome yet hauntingly beautiful site, and though she lingers for but a moment beside the corpse- she does not waste too much time before going after him. Perhaps her daughter does not know the truth of the male- but Seline does. She has glimpsed it in his icey gaze, in the way his body moves and simply.. how he is. He moves with not only the grace of predator- but of a murderer, something the Satanican Queen can appreciate all too well.

His white fourm does not take long to come into view, and by simply lengthing her strides she is soon just beside him, rubbing her white and crimson stained frame along side his own. It is close, this contact, this touch she gives him- as is the slight nip she graces him just at the notch of his throat, where his jaw connects. It is not enough to draw blood, but it is more than enough for him to feel it. And then she is past him, her body free of his own only to round his otherside with a slight pivot of her graceful and agile paws, positioning herself on his other side before falling into step with him. Her voice is silent but her eyes speak for themselves, their bright, vivid venom speaking in secrets and of bloodshed, her gaze hungrily drinking in not only his features but the bright crimson that stained him. For all he was worth he could be a Satanican himself, which.. has the most devious of expressions adorning her own features.

"Well look at what we have here.." Her voice is a purr- a sultry murmur for him and him alone, just as her body once again pushes against his own as they walk- only she does not pull away again. Instead, she remains close, her voice soft and for him only. "Didn't your Mother ever teach you not to leave such a.. mess?" Though her words from any other might have been scolding- she gives him nothing but tease, that same smirk upon her features as she continues gazing upon him for but a moment before her attention is returned to just before them. It seems he is running a border patrol- and so she must join him. For it seemed they were the only two left, and everyone knows what that meant. Someone had to repopulate, after all..


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we do not sow


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