My heart yet beats%01 the poison drought of you

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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My heart yet beats, the poison drought of you
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Posted on September 2, 2017 at 01:25:46 AM by Nimueh

She had run from him just like she had that first night. She had run from him to save herself, and to save herself from the pain that he always seem to bring her. He said he wanted to apologize, and that things would be different. But how could she believe him? How could she ever believe him after what he had done? He had exiled her from the only place she had ever known and I was her only true friend, had broken her trust. He was the only wolf she had ever let in, she was always so cautious to let no one see her true self. But she had let him see. She had been open with him, and had told him secrets that no one else new. And he had thrown it's all in her face, and thrown it all away. She could never forgive him for what he did-he had threatened her life for Tor's sake. Perhaps he would not have been the one to do the deed, to slay her, but he had given the order. If she was not gone by morning, she was to be put to death. A countless amount of time had passed, and Nimueh was a different wolf now. She was stronger, and more resilient. She had learned from him, if nothing else, that she could always depend on herself.

However, the Iberian far could not for the life of her understand why he was here. She had done as he had asked and left the land, his land. If he thought to kill her here, he would find the task to be difficult. He did not know these lands as she did, and she had acquaintances here who would protect her. She may be weak and fragile herself, but her mind was not, and her allies now were not either. If he chose a different way to torture her-by hurting those close to her, he would find the task difficult if not impossible. Since she had left him, she had let no one get close to her. She had had many mates over time, but none held her heart. If he had his mindset on upsetting her own path, and taking it over and stripping her that power and that happiness, he would find a war on his hands. It had been his right to exile her from his lands, but he held no power here.

These were the things she was thinking about while she brooded in her den. It felt safer to focus on a tangible task, a problem that she could actually deal with then to focus on what had happened to the land of blossom forest. Only yesterday had she woken up to find the entire world much changed-she had known this land decently well, and yet now nearly none of it was familiar to her. Everything was still there, but perhaps not in the same spot. Or did not appear to be the same. Nothing could erase the scents of those who had left their trail through the land, but still. She could not figure out how it happened, other Van to attribute it to magic. Nothing else could have ripped the earth away and molded other parts in such away overnight without upsetting those who slept. She wondered if those would been awake during the night had noticed anything, or if they had had a veil placed over their eyes, hiding them from the actions. It seemed to be too big of a task, too big of a notion to swallow for now. The thought that magic was real, the thought that it may have been there all along. How many times has she been called a witch, a sorcerer? She of course made all of her potions out of herbs, Using recipes that she had learned from her adoptive parents. But the thought that there was real magic out there, real magic to be afraid of, that may be able to be harnessed�

And yet that was exactly when the howl had cascaded through the The rocky barren land that she called Home. It echoed through the caverns as it made its way down through the system of the labyrinth caves to make it to her ears. Her pinnae flattened against her cranium, and she wished she could unhear the call. There would be no denying it though, he had reached her shores, he had tracked her trail down. She had thought to herself free of him all of this time, and though her heart had once yearned for him, for his company, for his mind, for his touch, that part of her was now dead and cold and bitter. Nimueh was a beautiful specimen of her gender-she was petite, herbaceous, and covered in a gorgeous multi hued pelt. More than her sex appeal, she was a beautiful specimen of a wolf in general. She was brilliant and why's it had experienced more than her fair share during her lifetime because of her unique flaws and upbringing. But the part that Cynbel had tainted was ugly. It was ugly and terrible and terrifying. She had never been cruel, except perhaps for the times when she had lead others on, but now she wished only for his pain. But more than anything, she just wanted him to leave her alone.

Theory and rage at being disturbed in her own private sanctum flew through her veins like wildfire, and her delicate limbs pushed her off of the ground and to her full though short height. She eased into a gentle trot into the darkness, allowing herself to be swallowed whole. Ever since Lev had left on the mission that she had given him, she had fulfilled her end of the bargain. She could not claim to know all of the caverns, But she knew the most direct route from her done to the surface of the plateau. To the boundary. There was no way for her to know which part of the boundary he was at, other than to know that he was near her. How else would she had been able to hear his call? For that was one of the other things that the magic had changed-the expansive area of her pack. Traveling from one end of it to the other took near on a whole day, And running a patrol was no longer something that could be done over the course of a few hours. Multiple wolves were needed in order to complete it in one day, or else A single wolf could run it over the course of a few days, taking breaks throughout. Whatever twist of fate lead the previous holder of her heart to this particular part of the boundary was cruel and unfair. She raised her hackles and curled her plume over her back proudly, and stiffly rushed toward the boundary. When she got there, her lips were raised hostilely, and she growled in her low alto.

"What are you doing here, Cynbel? What is it that you want from me?"

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_{we've been through it all} - By _cynbel September 20, 2017 at 11:14:41 PM
My heart yet beats, the poison draught of you - By Nimueh September 26, 2017 at 10:14:06 PM

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