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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Normally the quiet male would have never visited the borders. He would have left it to the royals. The people who were higher up on the totem pole than he himself was. But from where he was dominantly sleeping with Ghost… he could pick up on the stench of blood. The same blood he himself fed on. And it was dried. The creamy male got up silently so as not to wake his dear pet, crimson and quicksilver eyes never leaving the treeline. The only bloodsucker that would be in Andere would be Eric. But this was not Eric’s musk. He stunk of sex and still had traces of blood on him. Some specks were his own dear lovers. Yet still he left, determined to return to the object of his piqued interest before he woke. As soon as he was far enough away that he would not wake sleeping beauty, he took off, arriving at the border promptly, seeing as where the two had danced had been close enough to the border. NeMO’s listeners pricked when he saw not one but TWO beings at the border. Their smell… it was the same. As he slowed to a lagging trot he took in the sight. It wasn’t often that one found other vampires. Especially ones who were related. His sick mind began to spin a story just for them. He hoped it proved to be true.

As soon as he met them, his musculature showing through despite his body’s lack of sleep. Eyes blinked once, giving both siblings their own turn to be looked over. Not interesting enough, though, compared to his prize. Boring. Not much caught NeMO’s interest. And the things that did should be in fear of becoming something that has no soul, seeing as he would rather be uninterested in anything than drawn to just one…. Except this proved wrong. Especially since he had bound himself to Ghost the night before. His husky, rough voice broke the silence that had followed after the call. And just to whom do I owe my thanks for disturbing my sleep? His eyes flashed over to the girl, then the boy. Neither one of them was pretty by NeMO’s standards. Then again, he was a bit biased. This was no thanks at all. His words held every bit of danger imaginable in them. NeMO was pissed, albeit only slightly. Seeing as he refused to show outward emotion, he did not necessarily feel that he had had enough sleep to be completely soulless just yet.




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