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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I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall
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Posted on September 9, 2015 at 10:24:51 PM by Ghost


Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death


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Not much had been going on in the pack recently, and even though the brute liked his space and the solitude, he was getting lonely if he was honest with himself. He had been on his own for a few years after the war that killed his family, so he was used to not seeing others for a long time. But there had been something in him that had made him seek out a pack, and he still was not entirely sure he knew what that was. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know either, sitting and dwelling about his feelings was not something he liked to do. The snow colored brute had nothing to do in the pack, if he could even call it that, and he grew restless. He knew that there was some structure here, but he still wasn’t entirely sure of the dynamic of the pack. Since he had been here there had been two pack meetings, led by two different wolves each time which was not what he was expecting. He thought there would be one alpha here, maybe a mated pair, but he still was not even sure who was in charge of the pack, nor did he care too much.

When Ghost thought about it, and realized that there truly was no one here that gave him reason to stay, so he often wondered why he did. Did his pledge of loyalty even mean anything when not a single varg of authority had acknowledged him or officially accepted him into the pack? He wasn’t sure, and yet here he was, still within the lands of Andere Seite. His paws easily carried him aimlessly through the trees as he thought about what had brought him here. Not ever really having a family, never feeling like he belonged or was accepted anywhere. At first he thought that was what had brought him here, but he had become so used to be rejected and unwanted that he didn’t think that was what he cared about. Some came to packs looking for a family, for a mate, to have pups. He had never thought of that too much, not wanting to bring any bastards of his own into this world and make them grow up the way he did. So even though he had the same primal urges as any other testosterone filled male, he learned how to control it, though it had been a frustrating process.

The male grumbled to himself unhappily as he thought about his negative past and the essentially nonexistent pack that he lived with. He knew he was not the type to make friends, but having a face to talk to every now and again wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, as long as it didn’t become too often and make him feel like he owed something to someone. That was the bad thing about making friends, they would begin to rely on you and your company, and that was not something he was used to giving. Ghost had focused on himself for so long that he had learned not to care about others, and that it was easier not to grow attached to someone, because it only ended in unnecessary heart break. The titan’s thoughts were interrupted by the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood, and his inner instincts were intrigued and curious. This blood smelled different than the usual blood of deer or moose, and smaller prey would not have a scent that strong so what could it be? He did not need to do much to find where the cause of the blood was coming from as another male approached, this one essentially identical to himself, white as fresh snow with crimson orbs. Ghost had never found another beast physically like himself, and he wondered if NeMo had been taunted for his ‘demon-like’ looks as he himself had been.

Others might cringe or run from the appearance of the blood stained male that approached him, but Ghost had learned not to judge others and their habits. If NeMo wanted to bathe himself in the blood of his meals, then he could do that and Ghost would not judge him for that as others would. But what he was interested in was what animals blood was on him, as he had not been able to decipher what it was that he had killed. His paws stopped walking when he saw NeMo’s approach, awkwardly standing amongst the trees with his crimson orbs focused on the other brute. Once the other male reached Ghost’s solitary stance he noticed something in his mouth, which was then placed at his paws. His gaze lowered, finally noticing that it was a heart, one that had been carefully removed from a corpse. Ghost still did not fully understand, and the two mirror images stared at each for a moment in silence and he was able to see how covered in the thick, red substance the other male really was. It covered his limbs and his muzzle, glistening and fresh. Ghost awkwardly shuffled his paws under the intense stare of his pack mate, not looking at the piece of flesh that had been left at his paws. His ears perked when NeMO broke the silence between them, a smirk on his red stained features, “If I told you it was mine, would you take a bite out of it?”

Ghost hadn’t been able to understand where the heart had come from until NeMO spoke, and finally he understood that the brute had killed another lupine, and that was where the piece of flesh had come from. But why had he done it? Ghost’s orbs widened in shock for a moment as he awkwardly spluttered words, ”I…why…what do you…” He was distracted when the other brute reached down delicately to the heart, tearing off a small piece with his talon and smearing the bloody piece across his cheek, and Ghost awkwardly looked on, confused by what he was doing, but remained silent. Then before he could move or react NeMo had leapt at him, his teeth going to Ghost’s muzzle. Sharp pain radiated in him and his reflex was to open his jaw. When he did so, he felt NeMO’s tongue and the piece of flesh on it enter between his teeth. He tried to scramble backwards, claws digging into the dirt awkwardly as he tried to get away from the other varg. NeMO was acting too quickly though, and suddenly his teeth wrapped around Ghost’s muzzle, forcing it closed. The other titan’s teeth bit into his flesh, and he felt the blood begin to trickle down the side of his muzzle, and when Ghost shook his head he only made the teeth dig into him deeper. He could feel the slimy, awkward piece of flesh on his tongue as he tried to force it out from his gullet. NeMo’s teeth made it impossible though, and because of the positioning it was hard for him to breath. As he struggled he knew he was losing, and he would either need to try to hurt NeMO, or give in to what he wanted. With a cringe, his throat relaxed and contracted, and he could feel the strip of heart slide down his esophagus where it settled heavily in his stomach. Cannibalism was not something that he thought he would have done in his lifetime, and yet here he was.

The entire time that they struggled, Ghost never lashed out at NeMO, a snarl never or growl never escaped him. He was normally silent, not speaking unless necessary and not questioning others. But when NeMO finally let go, satisfied with what Ghost had done, he stayed close, directly in front of him as the two pairs of blood red orbs looked at each other. There was a look in the other male’s eyes that he did not recognize, and after a few moments he realized what had gone on between them, and he shuffled back from the other male a little. He was too confused to stay silent, and forced the words out of his throat. ”Why did you do that?” His vocals were calm, no anger in them at what had happened to him, not sounding rude or unhappy, just neutral. He knew he should be pissed at what his pack mate had done, but there was little in this world that made Ghost care about much, and this was just a strange change to his normally boring life.


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**Ghost**Brute**Loveless**Fatherless**Andere Seite **Adult**Bastard Brother to Summer, Grey Wind, Lady, Nymeria, Rickon**Violet








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