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 22, 2015 at 02:21:56 AM by Quirino
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After the last strains of his call had ceased to vibrate in the night air, a heady silence descended on the lands on Andere Seite. Obscurity reigned, as was only fitting for the land of ghosts and broken dreams. Qui was content in the silence, content to wait to see if his errant half-brother would deign to honour the call of his elder. Although family meant much to the Satanicans, a wolfling raised by Seline would be nothing if not capricious. Just because he had called for Kronos did not mean that the other would come. Somehow, though, Qui felt reasonably secure that his sibling would be drawn, like a moth to a flame, to the only overt Satanican presence in the otherwise empty land. Yes, he was sure that the other would come. Not only would it be bad manners to refuse Qui's polite request, but the other varg would be missing out on an opportunity if he did not appear. He knew enough of his kin to trust that the other would not waste any sort of chance to gain, be it experience, power or, in this case, a chance for companionship.
Qui was lonely. In a way, he sensed that he had always been lonely, since the moment that his sister had first left his side. When he was still a youth, barely more than a pup, the Satanican pack had scattered after the death of their patriarch, grandfather Saladin. He was left alone in the wide lands of Andere at the time, and, when a challenger appeared in Seline's absence, he had to fight in her stead. Somehow, even as a mere child, he had managed to defeat the opposition, but in the process had been forced to learn a fierce sense of independence. This sense of independence had only grown, fostered by the many battles he fought in defence of a land he did not want, although the rest of his personality had been in a strange sort of stasis until quite recently. After his sister, Cade, had returned from her travels much changed, he had in turn forsaken the cool forests, travelling about the world at large, learning while living the life that he should have lived during his isolated teenage years. He hadn't abandoned his homeland to the extent that his irresponsible sister had, but he did not take care to stay for long. Until now, of course. Recently, the crimson beast had felt the stirrings of something deep, territorial and primordial in his bosom. He had been in the world, experienced what it had to offer, and now he wanted something more. The defunct alphaship of Andere Seite had never appealed to him before, but he had become jaded by his travels. In the world of Blossom, which had the bizarre distinction of being warm and benevolent while at the same time as glacial as a frozen, windblown mount, he had learned much. Wolves interacted with those that meant something to them, but not with others. For a solitary creature, it is often a very cold existence. To that end, Qui learned there is no place for the lonely unless they carve it out for themselves, and he intends to do just that. He is confident that he will be an excellent Alpha, with or without his family by his side. He has sacrificed much blood to defend Andere Seite, and intends to finally reap his just reward.
Tonight, however, he will do nothing to futher his political ambitions. He had been intending to immediately drift into the land of sleep, but upon noting the perfume of a relative on the breeze, he was drawn to call to them. He looks forward to meeting his half-brother. The adrenaline rush from before had long since faded, leaving in its wake a leaden sort of exhaustion. Qui remains alert, his ears pricked forward, dark eyes roving the forest and nose twitching constantly, despite the fact that such wakefulness is a struggle to maintain. It is with relief that he catches the faint scent of his approaching sibling on the wind, for it indicated that his wait was over. It is less exhausting to chat than to sit in the dark alone, after all, even for a mild introvert such as the lord himself.
With a shuffling of his large, ovular paws, the regal is facing the vague direction from which Kronos will come. His ears strain to make out the faint sounds of passage that would indicate the arrival of a lesser wolf, but on the loamy terra of Andere Seite, his blood and snow kinsman is near silent as he pads under the silent sentinels of the trees. Before long, the form of the other comes into view, approaching wordlessly before stopping. A moment passes in easy silence, during which the two canines regard each other steadily. Qui's dark chocolate gaze, which in the dim light of the night seems ebony, meets aquamarine orbs coolly. The warrior is not accustomed to showing emotion on his features, but tonight, under the dull glare of the crescent moon, he seems more open than usual. His brother has more liberal markings of white than he, as do most Satanicans, a perfect mix of blood and bone, and his body is limber, long and lean, like Seline, where Qui himself takes after his father, a brawny and muscular wolf. The differences between them do not end there, of course. When Eric and Seline's son speaks, it is with grin curling his lips. Qui feels a shadow of a smirk twist his own features as he replies, seeing that his mother's love of dramatic and flowery words seems to have passed onto this creature as well.
“Thank you for stating the obvious, brother. You've spared me the bother of introducing myself. Ask me a question and I will answer it. In turn, answer me this: how fares Mother?”
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- Hello darkness, my old friend - By Kronos June 11, 2015 at 03:57:03 AM