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 January 16, 2014 at 03:26:34 PM by SELINE.
With every lunge the blood and snow Queen makes, the pale vampire meets her head on. For that was the only thing he could be- a vampire himself, by the way he treated blood and the simple lust in his gaze. For a long time Seline had not known what that gleam in his eye was, but she was more than well aware at this point. And she wanted nothing more than to make it more brilliant, make that gleam simply radiate from that ice cold gaze of his. That frozen gaze that wound its icey tendrils around her frame drew her to him again and again. With each gesture her movement became more fierce, harder, firmer, and it was not long before he began to draw blood. Her half stained crimson muzzle was now becoming dyed in a darker hue, her dark lips stretching taunt acoss her scarred muzzle and exposing more than the usual number of pearly ivories beneath. It had become something of a signature for the Satanican Queen, the grotesque manner in which her lip curled up within any expression, for they were all the same. A gruesome half smile that would forever look a snarl mixed with a grimace, something beautifully horrible as the she demon herself. He adds another word to his sentence uttered before, but it hardly registers. There is a point in which Seline's movements become ultimately fluid and graceful, where she no longer meets him teeth for teeth but rather knocks her muzzle hard against his own. Her facial features fall short and seem to vanish in that instant, and her hackles raise as years of training come flooding back. This is what she was bred for. This is what she was built for. There is no play in this any longer, nothing but an impassive expression to litter her visage and the tension of muscle beneath her pristine pelt. She waits now, bides her time- waits for the inevitable to occur. This whole time she had been taking herself to him, presenting herself- and now it was time for him to come to her. If he would, that is. Perhaps he would no longer be so eager if she took a step back- not that she wanted him to be any less eager. She wanted him there, just before her. Close enough to sink her fangs back in and to feel his own slice through her skin. For while her lips were torn and scratched thanks to his canines- her paws were the only other place to bare any mark from him. The blood and snow Queen hopes that he will come forth, but she doesn't hold high expectations. He is the Master of his ownself, Seline knows very well. There is no way for her to claim him as perhaps she is inclined to, but she can still very well have her fun for the time being. Who was he to deny her of that? Who was anyone to deny her of anything. blood and snow
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