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 June 10, 2015 at 02:09:37 AM by Quirino
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As the blood-hued prince broke through the tree-line, his opal eyes regarded the duo, appraising their joint reaction to his appearance. For the most part, it is a positive one. Cuirass, his previously unknown half-brother, seems to be much less icy than Kronos. Qui allows a small smile to tug on the corners of his lips in response to the warm expression sent his way by the other crimson lad. The newly-crowned alpha respects the way that his brother holds himself under scrutiny. He is straight, tall and proud in the evening light, everything that a Satanican warrior should be, and for that, Qui graces him with a nod. If he continues to stick around the forest, they will likely get along quite well. The regal knows better than to form close connections with another son of Seline, though, as he had likely inherited her capricious nature. Their whimsical mother could not be held by constraints, and would rather play games than guard a pack. Banishing thoughts of his family from his mind, his keen gaze moves to girl. Stormy, as she will later be known to him, had looked harried when he had approached, hackles raised at something his kin had said, but she had quickly smoothed her appearance when he came into sight, falcon-yellow eyes fixating instead on him.
She examined him closely, and he feels confident under her gaze despite the slight weakness in his left side. The still fading scars from his recent fight do not disturb him, as he is comfortable in his own skin, especially when within the borders of Andere Seite. He wears his injuries as if they are badges of honour. His appearance of cool confidence seems to please the wraith-coloured fey, who, without wasting time, lowered her chassis to the loamy earth in a typical submissive bow in response to his lyrics. From her lowered position, she spoke to him, answering his question, but not his brother's. From her words, she had once been the Queen of another pack, and now came to pledge allegiance to him due to some half-assed rumours from the grapevine. His expression grew, if possible, even more curious as he listened to her speak, head cocking almost childishly to the side as he observed her prone form with renewed vigour.
A slight rustling of movement tears his attention away from Andere Seite's latest recruit. Smoothly, Quirino turns his head toward Cuirass, noting with amusement the distaste marring that previously emotionless visage. He leaned in slightly as his brother moved closer, and allowed an almost involuntary chuff of laughter escape from his throat at the other Satanican's grumpy words and prompt, huffy exit. He remained quite for a long moment, until the red warrior’s form was swallowed by the hungry dark forest, at which point he spoke again, his voice light for the first sentence and growing near-teasing for the second.
“Please rise, Stormy Horizions. Thank you for the introduction and the flattery.” A glimmer of amusement entered his opal eyes as more words entered the atmosphere as he reiterates the question that had so irritated her before, poking for a reaction from the storm-pelted lady. “However, I'm afraid you've forgotten to answer my dear brother's question... just what can you do?”
Quirino | Adult Male | Unbound | Satanican Prince | Alpha of Andere Seite |
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