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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It had been several weeks prior that the monochrome teenager awoke to what seemed to be yet another nightmare. Bright jewels of emerald surveyed her new surroundings, her cranium struggling to make sense of it all. But was there any sense to even make? It was as if the earth rose and collapsed all at the same time; tearing her new home as she had learned it and knew it apart and creating a somewhat new terrain. But Nike would quickly realize that what stood before her was very much real; completely unnatural and strange, but definitely real. And while she had yet to meet with her Queen or any of the other members since the occurrence, the petite girl was comforted by the perfumes recently left behind by them all. They were alive, it seemed. In the very least, they had not fallen into the gaping mouth of hell that Nike imagined the earth tearing open as during the modifications.

The small teen caught the foreigner's scent before the stranger's call had surged through the land and shredded the silence that had taken hold for so long. And so the monochrome vixen had already risen upon her ivory pillars and moved out from the makeshift den that she had crafted in one of the caverns that had been gifted by the gods. Her short appendages carried her slender form across the rough landscape, struggling some to navigate the new land until finally her hues of green caught sight of their visitor. The distinct perfume of another pack clung to the femme's robes.

"Hello.. My name is Nike, omega beneath the Alphess Nimueh." The unsure vocals emitted softly from Nike's painted maw, the teenager's emerald spheres reaching to meet the hues of the opposing femme. "Tell me, who are you? And what brings you to the border of Crith-Thalmhainn?" The title of her pack sounded foreign and rehearsed as it rolled off of the teen's tongue. Nike stood awkwardly as she studied the female before her, trying to swallow the timidness and shyness that naturally consumed her.




N I K E
young teen .x. queen .x. no heart .x. Crith-Thalmhainn


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