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 December 30, 2014 at 08:52:39 PM by Liquid
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"Let me steal your breathe. Let your secrets spill like blood to fuel this fire." Despite my sin filled pelt clinging to my form and the rain pelting against my skin I do not move. It is almost as if I am a statue one with the rock below. With the storm raging over head the water mutes even most scents. If one asked I could not pin point how I knew exactly I was no longer alone. If it was pure instinct or if the muted scent of the two brothers was strong enough to pick up even through the down pour, or perhaps even yet with the sodden cloak of the earth may hap some small squish of the ground or mud though tiny and barely noticeable had clued me in. Either way it was not by surprise that a voice drifted to my auds in the quietness of the whirlwind. They were simple and to the point. “ Uncle Liquid, at last.” Then the speaker fell silent. I could tell none had leapt upon the rock as that would have been even hard to miss by a pup. I took seconds to roll the voice around in my mind trying to place those tones. Through the greyness of the storm my blue soul windows open to gaze upon the brothers. Though not much changes on my cold facade, joy does rise up in my ice filled veins. To most the world they saw as as threats demons, cold heart less killers. So few ever knew the truth of the blood or the depth of the family ties that ruled our blood line. We may not coddle our young but they never meant they were not raised with love. Seeing these two before me though one spoke and the other waited as is the way of warriors allowed the knowledge and hope to surge forth knowing if only we three remained we would fuel and grow our bloodline. I would see to it even if after all these years I had to find a cur a breed the lass to get us more warriors I would. "Sons of the Satanican you are well met.” The old world greeting slips forth from my vocals on a gravelly voice reminiscent of the thunder threatening to bellow once more as fire races through the skies. Knowing the rock would not be large enough to accommodate three full grown wolves I use my stilts to push my brutish form skyward. Not into a position of dominance for with full train warriors I did not have to prove myself. Respect was taught young and early in our young. We did not let them run rampant like uneducated fools. Instead I allow my paws to dig into the rock and with a movement born in the grace of battle and blood I land upon the ground slightly to the left of the brothers. My weight causes the ground to send some mud and moisture into the air though most does no damage a few bits of the mud cling to my paws. In a matter of moments though the rain would sluice it back into the earth. I let the silence falls between us as my blue orbs check over the brothers to make sure both arrived safely. No wounds are seen upon them. It makes me proud to know both had grown into fine warriors it seemed. OF course with our blood running in their veins nothing less would have been expected of them. Satanican l Loveless l Sire to non l Andere Seite |
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