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 May 4, 2014 at 06:45:58 PM by NeMO
its crap.
 For the few weeks that NeMO had strayed away from Andere into the land of those who did not dare call any such pack their home, a drastic change had come over him. It shouldn't have been that much of a surprise as NeMO had been in a very tipsy situation when he first came to Seline, Cade, and Eric. He was frightened of everyone, afraid to disrespect them, afraid to incur their anger. He had never killed anyone, and had never dreamed of being capable of such a thing. The unsoiled talons of the bastard refugee never knew more than lera flesh and the soil beneath them. Now as the archangel slid into the foliage that marked the barrier between wanderer's and family, he could not even begin to hope for such purity. He was covered in scarlet. It wasn't that he went around parading himself as a danger to others-- far from it. Instead, he stayed silent and to himself. But his attitude towards things had changed dramatically. NeMO was still young and very much 'untrained.' Though he could hold his own in a fight, he was nothing against a varg older and bigger than him. The adolescent was not yet in his prime, only just entering it. His muscles were most definitely visible, but they were not in their best condition just yet. He had yet to conquer his own body-- yet to learn it's ups and downs, it's weaknesses and it's strengths. The only thing he kenw was that power was finally coming to him, the boy who had never so much as thought of owning power in his life... and he was stricken by it. Loved it so much that he practised it everyday, in the same manner as one intoxicated by blood lust might. And that's exactly what took over NeMO. Blood. As much as he lusted for that power that was finally being granted to him, his true love... was blood. But what had brought upon this change that now transformed the introvert into quite the extroverted killer? Fear. It had consumed him whole, swallowing him without so much as a merciful hesitation. With that fear, one of the youngest members of Andere Seite had chosen to turn it around-- make his fear his weapon. It had been a terrible choice for those who now fell to the ground, blood cascading from their throats as he shifted his incisors to a vein in the neck. And why had he chosen such a thing? Perhaps the final push had indeed been Eric and his strange ways with the fluid that ran through every beings body. But this was not all of it-- he had only briefly been in the midst of Eric's way of life before choosing it as his own; and he had despised it at first. Hated the smell of dried blood on him. The smell of death that followed him with every step he took. Funny that NeMO now carried the same disgusting odor. In his past, he had been terrorized and brutally punished. Hit, bitten, slammed down into the ground, etc. In fact, damage to the thin layer of flesh upon his crown had left multiple visible scars that would never fade. Marks that had finally taught him to know when punishment for himself was necessary. When it was needed, and why he was being punished. The answer was simply that he was an undesirable. He hadn't even had a name before Clover had graced him with one. The gladiator slid through the trees, aiming for Eric's cologne that sung to him as a siren's lyrics do to a sailor lost at sea. Unintentionally and unconciously the red-stained tsar was seeking out the only thing that might put him on the correct track. But a sound and a stench so powerful that it nearly sent his haunches to the soil infiltrated his brain, relieving him of every thought that his mind had been processing, including that of the femme whom he'd ended up keeping out of the line of fire. Why he had saved her life, and why he had been so drawn to her was beyond him, and he was glad that a distraction may pull at least that away. It would seem that Andere had been hiding a sleeping dragon. NeMO paused mid-stride, turning his strange stargazers to look at the hellion, observe him. What a sight that must have been to see as an onlooker. A bloodied young male that had no wounds upon him, just staring at that which looked like a human's stock of food-- cattle. Whether or not the other soldier had noticed him yet was yet to be known, but so far, NeMO's russet watchers lined with a light layer of ash took in the stranger. He knew he hadn't been away long enough for Andere to gain another warrior. Hardly anyone came to the borders, and a pack meeting was almost unheard of. So had this male been hibernating for the past few months? NeMO was fixated on the sight of the brute snapping a piece of wood in his jowls, and the sound of it colliding with the tundra beneath him echoed as a shout would in an empty castle. Loud and undesirable. Words had escaped from his kissers but NeMO had not been interested enough to review them and process their meaning. The newborn vampire flicked his listeners as he tried to remember the stench that this one gave off. He didn't recall it at all-- the tiniest bit of a smirk crossed over his lips as he thought of perhaps the cow being a ghost. Now here was the interesting part. As the lad had not been in Andere for quite some time, he was suddenly faced with the decision on whether or not to repeat his previous behavior towards others, or to display who he had become. Obviously this creature was someone he had not yet come to know the name of. NeMO didn't speak up to announce his presence, instead he stayed silent. Might as well let what happened happen. He would know which path to take when faced immediately with a decision. But thinking about it now would not do him any good. He merely watched the man, debating whether or not to go the opposite direction and just follow the border around or to go on his way, straight past him and act as if nothing was running through his head. .... |
Replies:
- What Is This World Coming To? - By Cade May 8, 2014 at 04:40:46 PM
I WANT TO KILL - By S K R I L L E X May 8, 2014 at 10:47:53 PM
OVERDOSE - By NeMO May 11, 2014 at 01:11:06 AM