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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I travel at my brother's side as I will until the day I die. No one shall come between us. We are as one, a suit of armor all its own, an invincible force that will sweep through Blossom and take back what is in our blood. Seline often told us stories of Andere Siete and how she was once queen of this domain and so Kronos and I decided to come see it for ourselves. We wanted to know this land our mother felt so affectionate towards. We want to measure it up and give it the attention it so deserves from the blood of Satanicans running through our veins. Kronos is my back up as I am his. We have been inseparable since birth, the meaning of blood not at all lost on us. I have no dreams of conquest besides that which we will take together. I do not mean to be king without him wearing a crown beside me. That is as it should be. He is a prince of darkness just as I am.

Our father is not Satanican but that matters little. He is a vampire and as such, a child of darkness just as the Satanican. He shares the same blood lust and there's a look of power in his eyes that only seems to fade when Seline is in the vicinity. I see the weakness they bring out in each other and I can only hope that I don't find that same weakness some day. They say in Moladian you can find your imprint, your soul mate, your other half and you feel inclined to be their shadow, helpless to their cravings. I didn't want that for myself and I figured Kronos didn't either so we left to find Blossom and Andere Siete instead.

A storm rages around us as we hit our destination. I can smell it on the air, the blood of Satanicans filling this soil. I smell our sister Cade, the one said to lead this place, but her scent is faded and stale. I glance to my brother, seeking his opinion, my own ears flickering in curiosity as we continue our trek. The air ripples with energy and another scent comes to my nostrils. Another Satanican, male. I follow in Kronos' wake until we come upon the wolf lying on a rock. His coloring is interesting to me, cut in half like someone dipped him in blood. My ears stand at attention, my powerful muscles rippling as I stop at Kronos' shoulder, my tail waving in a relaxed form behind me. It is a decoy I learned about, meant to distract and confuse, for my body is anything but relaxed. Always on guard, always ready to fight, to kill. The old Satanican ways are the only way to be.

Kronos speaks and I let my dark blue eyes settle on the male, staying silent. Kronos is my ears and sometimes my voice. There is no reason to add mine when he has spoken what I would. Instead I listen for his response, measuring, watching.


Cuirass_male_no mate_no children_brother to Helm_Eric x Seline_no pack




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