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 02:28:31 AM by Ghost
Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Useless. Unwanted. A bastard. That’s what he was. That’s what he would always be. He would never be able to escape it, never be able to make a name for himself. Wherever he would go others would ask him where he had come from, what his history was, why he had left. And when he shared his past and history with others they would look down on him and scorn him, just like everyone else had always done. Noone would ever accept him. Noone would ever give him a chance to make something of himself. Noone would ever let him show them what he was actually capable of. That he was more than a bastard. That he was loyal. That he would never leave the ones he loved, if he ever came to love anyone again. The brute had loved his family, his siblings, his father. He had no idea who his mother was, but he did not even hate her despite the fact that she had left him. He had no idea if she was even alive anymore. His father had died before he could share who his mother was, and perhaps he would never know. But he did not hate her, he never could. There were some he missed more than others. Grey Wind had grown up with him, the same age, raised together, as true brothers. They had done everything together, had trained together, and yet, his half-siblings mother had always made it known that he was not truly one of them, that he was still a bastard. And then there was Nymeria. The cheeky little she-wolf that had always called him brother, not bastard brother like her older sister Lady had always corrected her to say. The brute had trained Nymeria occasionally, teaching her the ways of the brujos in their pack instead of the females. The young girl always liked playing and training with the brutes than learning proper manners with the ladies. Without Nymeria and Grey Wind the brute was not sure he could have survived that often hostile home he grew up. The two of them grounded him, kept him sane, occasionally even made him feel wanted. But that was all gone now. His father was dead. Killed brutally to save his kin. And he had lost his brothers and sisters. No idea where they had gone and if they were even still alive. For all he knew they could all be dead, killed like their father, tortured by enemy packs they had often fought with. But that was all behind him now. He was no longer part of a pack. No longer had enemies or ones that hunted him. No longer had friends. But did he really have any friends to begin with? Grey Wind and Nymeria had been family, forced to be around him. They may not have been forced to be nice to him, but they did not hang out with him by choice, it had all started as obligation. A snarl escaped his lips at his thoughts. Did any of them even care about him? The white brute had been travelling aimlessly through the forest. He had been through many different places since he left his home, and none of them had seemed right. He still had no idea if this one would be right either. Maybe it would be like everywhere else where everyone shunned him and continued making him feel like the worthless brute he was. Ghost stalked broodily through the trees, snapping at the air in his anger and frustration. And then he was running. His powerful legs moving him swiftly through the trees of Andere Seite that he now called him, as if he could outrun his thoughts. He didn’t notice where he was going or what was around him, he didn’t pay attention to anything but running. He let the wind streak through his thick white pelt, let his muscles burn from his fast run, let his mind slow down to nothing. And then he was nothing. Just another loner with no family, but now a pack. His thoughts and anger pushed back to his subconscious. Now he was just the moody and brooding brute he made himself become. The façade that he put on for anyone he would encounter. The white titan slowed his running pace to a trot, panting heavily with his tongue lolling lazily out of his maw, sweat now covering his skin. He looked around, trying to place where he had wandered off to, but being new to the area not sure at all where he had wandered off to. He scented the air, trying to see if any other vargs were nearby. Many scents reached his nares and he paused to breathe it in until he was able to pinpoint a stronger scent, the scent of a nearby brute. He did not recognize the scent, and he had been traveling the territory of Andere Seite every day so he hoped he would be able to recognize his packmates scents at this point. On a whim the brute decided to approach the stranger, and see if they turned out to be anyone interesting. Usually Ghost avoided others and was never one to approach, but this time he thought why not? His white paws lead him through the trees, finally spotting the form of another white brute. He thought it was interesting how many ivory lupines there were in Andere Seite, though most of them also had unique crimson coloring to them as well. The pack he had come from he was the only white lupine, and it was interesting to see others that were not dark like the wolves he had been used to. His crimson colored orbs looked over the other male, noticing that he had blood coloring his coat. Ghost found it out that this male did not attempt to clean himself before coming to the pack. The pack that he was already in, not outside the borders. Ghost paused, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was a part of this pack was he not? And there was a stranger in the packlands that was not of Andere Seite, or at least did not smell of Andere Seite. Was he supposed to attack him? Question him? Call for a ranked wolf? The brute realized how stupid he was for not knowing what to do in his own home. He let out an annoyed growl to himself before deciding to approach and just talk to him. Maybe the stranger didn’t know it was a pack, though the scent mark was quite obvious. His paws padded forward, pausing a few steps away from the other male. ”Um…hello. Do you have some business with this pack…or…? Oh, I’m Ghost by the way.” The white brute shuffled awkward, unsure of what else to say to the stranger in Andere Seites lands. OOC: well Ghost really knows what he’s doing, so why not make things awkward between these two >< ________________________________________________________________________ |
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