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 September 8, 2015 at 07:33:00 PM by NeMO
The pack meeting was far less interesting that NeMO had expected it to be. Not that he had expected it to be interesting in the first place, but not finding Selene was something he was somewhat upset about. That woman seemed to always have knowledge of something that he didn’t, and she kept it like a secret lingering on the soft surface of a kiss. She was beautiful and wise. Eric, though, was someone NeMO had been silently glad about not finding there. His creator was someone he would rather live without. But leaving Andere was something he just could not do. After all, this was the place Clover had entrusted him to. The white demon felt as if he needed to be a part of the ‘family’ here, even if it was all torn up and drenched in blood. Speaking about blood… russet and silver eyes flickered down to the body of a varg he’d killed not an hour ago. She would have been beautiful if her eyes were not looking blindly in no direction at all, glazed over with lifelessness. Her throat had been ripped open, her jugular removed with precision and tact. Covered in sweat and blood, the vampire flicked his eyes to her stomach, where he had broken her open, cracking her ribs and removing her intestines, coldly sucking the very life out of the flesh. Her last breath had come wheezing out when he’d slid his body next to hers, searching through her ribs and hardly inflating lungs for the heart. It was his favorite part, if one could say that anything was ‘enjoyable’ about this whole deal. Her black body was emptied of all its contents, and after he’d disgustingly dug through her innards, lapping up the blood that she provided for him, he stepped back. His tongue, stained with dark red, slid over poisoned ivories, eyeing the corpse. NeMO snatched up the untouched heart, planning to devour it back in Andere, and left the scene of the crime. Returning past the territory lines, the brujo picked up the pure stench of Ghost. And that just made him squirm. Confused at such a reaction, he wondered if he was still hungry, but without a response from his stomach, he could not tell. Usually one wolf every three weeks (at most) did the trick for him. But sometimes his bloodlust got the best of him and turned him into a being he did not wish to be, even if he had come to terms with his life. The muscular hellion travelled onward, not even realizing that he was following the boy’s cologne until he was picking it up even more strongly. NeMO grumbled to himself and moved on, tampering with his thought process to see what in the world was going on up there. He didn’t receive a reply, so he just kept going with his body. Wherever the other male was, he would find him. And when he did, he would make his appearance without trying to hide himself. Nor his appearance. The last time the two had spoken, NeMO had found himself dressed in the same wine that now covered his white breast and colored his legs and paws, as well as his chin and mouth. When he found the brute, he would approach him, then offer the heart with a nod of his head. NeMO put it on the ground, close to the warboy’s feet. He pondered backing off a few steps, but after looking at the almost mirror reflection, he could only stop and stare. Speaking right to him, he roughly announced If I told you it was mine, would you take a bite out of it? A smirk touched his bloodied kissers. The next thing he did was something totally out of line for him… but then again, everything was out of line. NeMO put a claw on the heart, bent down and took a chunk out of it, about the size of a rabbit’s tail and slid it to the side of his cheek. Then he slammed forward so quickly that Ghost would be unable to escape, and he clasped his teeth around the little king’s lower jaw. If he succeeded, Ghost would open his mouth in protest and with a quick flick of his tongue, NeMO would transfer the bit of heart into the other varg’s mouth. But he would not allow him to spit it out. His reddened tongue would press the piece as far back as he could get it, tracing lines across the other male’s teeth, and he would move back, clamping his jowls around the hessians muzzle, forcing him to keep it closed. He would not let go until Ghost swallowed. Only then would he let go and then look the thief of his estranged affection in the eye, still far too close, the heart abandoned to the dirt. He slid his tongue over his lips, reveling in the taste of Ghost’s mouth. Clean from blood and death. But NeMO was disgusted with himself. What was he doing, speaking seductively to another male in this way? Was he tainted with poison? But no matter how hard he tried, he could not fight against it. Days had passed with him doing just that… and now look where he was. Yeah. That had worked out real well. … >> NeMO \n-eh-mo\ |Adult Male | Vampire | Unchained | Under Andere Rule | kiki << |
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- I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost September 9, 2015 at 10:24:51 PM
YOURE JUST AN ANIMAL THAT I CAUGHT - By NeMO September 10, 2015 at 07:12:34 PM
I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost September 10, 2015 at 10:27:34 PM
YOU KNOW IM YOURS - By NeMO September 11, 2015 at 02:39:45 AM
I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost September 11, 2015 at 08:51:21 PM
SO RIP MY CLOTHES OFF - By NeMO September 12, 2015 at 03:12:58 AM
I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost September 19, 2015 at 00:18:49 AM
TASTE ME ON YOUR TEETH - By NeMO September 27, 2015 at 08:17:46 PM
I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost October 30, 2015 at 04:28:20 AM