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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It is unexpected, but at the same time, completely expected. Not only does he lean forward when her aim is true at his neck- but he pushes himself hard into her, causing her canines to sink further into his flesh. He had relaxed, almost as if giving himself to her, and while it is of course satisfactory- there is a weariness that lingers. For he is a murderer, after all, as the Satanican Queen has already been proven. The corpse they both had left behind showed just that. As did his behaviour in these moments- the hunger in his icey gaze and the silent tremors that traveled his fourm. His bleeds in not a heavy flow, but something slow and steady as it seeps down the front of his chest, marring his alabaster coat. With every moment that passes, the male could pull off being a Satanican more and more. It was an amusing thought, for him to be one of them, and yet he was not to be so, this Seline knew. He was a wolf of a different sort- similar, true- but different all together. He was not only a wolf that went for the throat- he lusted over it. It was apparent to the Queen just as much as the pain that was soon lancing up her fore legs.

He had stepped forward, using his weight to dig his claws into the thin flesh of her paws. There was not much there for him to slice into, but it was enough to bring a curl of her upper lip and a low snarl to drip past her now bared ivories. Her grip remained at his throat so the growl was muffled, but all it took was a simple adjustment of her jaw and her grip was closing in on him. It was only for a brief moment, but it was there- the moment her jaws closed entirely as if his throat was that of prey and she would end him right then and there. But just as quick as it had come, it is gone, her mouth remaining but the pressure slackening enough to allow him breath. And then it's there, out in the open, for either of them to take advantage of. Two simple, simple words.. show me. And there it was. This was a game entirely, and yet not all the same. It was real- much more real than anything else had been in the prevailing years. And Seline was more than ready to take full and complete advantage of what she could. Without another sound she's pushing her full weight into her prize just as her jaw allows its release.

She's moving them, dashing to his right before reaching with slender parted jaws for his back haunches. If she was quick enough, she'd aim for several playful and yet not bites to his thighs there before she's continuing her dance around him. There's not a moment that she remains still and allow him to gain the upper hand. No. This was her time, this was for her pleasure and her satisfaction. Granted the blood and snow Queen knew he enjoyed this- but she would remind him just whose land they were in. Depending on how he acted she would use different tactics. If he rushed her and came at her, she wuold continue her agile movement to remain just out of reach. It would be impressive for him to catch her, and there was a part of her mind that ached for him to- for him to prove to her that he is the better, than he can best her and that he is worth her time. The other part of her mind- the prideful, vain creature is taunting him, begging him- just to show him how much better she is than he. If he remained stoic as he was and in the same position, she would continue with her tactic of egging him on with dashes and bites to his body.

It wouldn't be long before the typically white male was patched in crimson stains- if he took her treatment, that is. Her own usually white front paws were stained the dark crimson of her blood- darker than the usual crimson markings upon her fur. With each step pain was apparent to the Queen, but it did not stop her. Instead, she thrived on it, going off the pain and simply feeding off of. This was what she lived for. These moments, and in this moment- her target was the pale male before him, who would be her toy for as long as she saw fit. Only question was did this toy play back?


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