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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His life was now dry. He had no reason to breathe. His reason for existence was taken from him. His love, the girl of his dreams was no more. Her last breath was in his ear as he watched a shadow disappear into the nights shadows from the moonlight. They were supposed to be happy. Supposed to have a family. Supposed to spend their eternal life with eachother. But that was ended quite quickly.

Vamperella took her life along with a boy she left this place with. His precious girl, his love. Her life taken by that of her sister. Or was it her? Every time he seemed to bring up the night Vamperella would have told him it wasn't her. That it was him. The shadow was merely her watching him. He couldn't have . . . Why would he do that to his love? He needed answers. His maw gaped as he yawned which turned into a small whine.

He looked to his sister who was ahead of him. Her paws still drenched in blood from the boy she led out to kill. He needed to find himself and find the reason for his death. What did happen? What happened that night he lost his dear Annabel? He didn't remember. He remembered the warmth of love and rhen the cold of the dead body and the last breath against his fur. Her eyes drained of life. Her neck cut and blood pooling.

Maybe he was the man that killed her . . . He shook his head. He wouldn't be able to live with himself. Not after that. His eyes held back tears and he blinked them away. His blue green eyes looked to the sky and then his sister as she began to call the pack. He sat aways back from her and he threw his head back to join her.


"And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died."





☆Vintique ☆ Adult ☆ Vampiren ☆ Brother of Vamperella ☆ Ties Youths Homeworld
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