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 18, 2015 at 01:55:53 AM by NeMO
FEEL YOUR NOISE Quiet. Somehow NeMO had been able to block out the entire world for the past six months. No, he wasn’t deaf. Nor was he blinded by some coward who would take a stake to his palette and rake it across, hoping to wound the demonic creature. He’d taken a break from the pack he’d found himself in due to Clover’s request and Eric’s disgustingly blood-ridden stench. And in this time he’d gone far North. Further than he would ever like to go again. In this time he found himself fearing that he would come across someone who knew his mother. Who knew just what kind of bitch had borne a devil so horrid that even Hell had spit him back out. Russet eyes lined with quicksilver moved across the territory line, finding the scent remarkably…. Comforting, if that was anywhere near to what he was feeling. It was familiar and that was all. Something he knew. Something he could go to and not be tortured. Six months he had stayed up North by himself. Lounging in endless white, hoping that something would come along and claim itself as his good fortune. But nothing did. And so… NeMO left. His bones shook and his muscles quaked. He’d grown since he’d last been in this land of plenty. He was now showing his Arctic blood, mixed in with the quaint cheekbones, jowls, and lithe look of a Timber. He no longer looked the part of a femme who had missed too many meals. And the scars on his body were starting, slowly, to fade. Unfortunately, the fucking taste for blood wasn’t. Learning to accept what Eric had thrown on him as a burden was something NeMO would probably never be able to do. But along the way, something clicked. And killing other vargs became much more easier than it should have been. ESPECIALLY for a wolf like NeMO. NeMO who had respect for no one but played it out for all to see, no matter age or gender. A trickster? No. He was merely doing what he had been doing since he was born. Pretending. Pretending everything was alright. Pretending to respect each and every soul. But still the embers that lingered in his heart remained. And now they had caught fire on a single twig. Who knew if the tiny flame would turn into an inferno… or what would happen if it did. Crossing was not difficult to do. The ivory coated archangel feared nothing in these woods. The only thought in his mind was meeting back with Seline. The woman who he knew could see the embers flickering beyond the impeding darkness. So legs marked with scars stepped over the boundary, and moved forward. To where? To whoever he would come across. He was no longer one to sit and watch the day pass by. Though still completely disinterested in the likelihood and well being of others, as well as their pathetic conversations about things that shouldn’t matter at all…. NeMO had not had the chance to speak with another varg in moons. The ones he had killed, he had done in silence as they screamed and gurgled their lives away. And as always, Blood speckled the brujo’s cloak. Most of it was fading due to the rays of the sun, the flecks of ice on his way back and the rain that followed… But NeMO had never cared for his appearance (seeing as it was the one thing that deemed him unacceptable as a living creature in his royal father’s kingdom). So why should he now? It was not for others to decide how a wolf lived based on their looks alone. NeMO stopped dead, eyes lifting. |
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- I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost June 18, 2015 at 02:28:31 AM
BETCHA DIDN'T KNOW THAT I WAS DANGEROUS - By NeMO July 2, 2015 at 09:22:39 PM