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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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Savory; Salted, Though Shalt Be.
IP: 73.81.118.180


SiNDICATE

Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.

Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,






As the chaos of the situation continues to build, so does the boiling of my blood, the familiar tingling of my nerves. I drag my tongue across my striped lips and satiated knives, cleaning the last of the blood from the pearly whites. I do not break eye contact nor blink as my heinous smile broadens, gleaming in the hot desert sun. I stand calmly, allowing my mass, appearance and actions to speak for themselves. The small taste of pelt and young life speaks directly to my thirsty soul, mmmmhmm, I needed that. There's just something extra sweet and savory about a child's blood, and their skin, ohhh their skin is so soft and innocent, it has that "melt in your mouth" type of texture. Absolutely delightful! Just that little taste sends my body reeling with pleasure, as though it had been starving for centuries. In reality it has been a couple of weeks since my last lupine meal. That had been more of a feast really as I had mauled another pack not of this land. No, I didn't do it to take anything over, they were simply weak and pathetic and I was hungry. The fools had hardly even tried to fight back! Some kind of pacifist group, disgusting, vile notion that deserves no life to fuel the fire. Honestly, I did the world a favor, don't look at me like that.

The presence of another male approaching sends a ripple down my spine. I pay him enough mind only to listen as my pupils are still trained on the female before me. It seems I have woken the mother in her stuttering, sad body and she is attempting to threaten me. Fleabag huh? What a joke, I've never had fleas in my life, perks of being a cannibal, apparently even fleas frown upon the idea. But then she mentions a name, and not just any name, the soon to be dethroned Alpha's name. That, however, is not what catches my attention, for the name she uses is Nim. Is this a shortening of something longer? Anger begins to numb my nerves. My fallen comrade had a sister you see... a sister name Nimueh. Is it the bitch who left our world? The bitch who's brother lost his life trying to cover for her to my furious father? Who is now also dead by the way, he was bitterly delicious. My auds flatten against my skull as my tar stained dorsal fibers begin to rise in fury. If she is here, I need to see her. I need to see the disgraceful face that now lives here in blissful, ignorant luxury while her kin lies rotting in the dirt. I barely even notice the screaming fem's snarls and threats as my vision seems to have glazed over. I lower my head, expand my chest and take a massive, unmoving step towards her as I gnash my ivory knives together, dripping in my poisonous, thundering retort. I bring my maw only inches from her own and glare into her eyes.

"It would be wise not to threaten me you tiny, stuttering, sad excuse for a mother. Empty threats are pathetic. Your alpha shouldn't have even let you so close to the border in the first place, look at your own ridiculous child. Thrown away like a useless doll because mummy dearest couldn't defend him"

I spit the words into her face all the while with a grin upon my lips. My wild eyes do not miss the male now standing behind her though. His orbs meet my own as he remains silent. It is clear he does not intend to help the depressing family, what are you here for? He allows a nod in my direction and I return the motion only with a twitch of my right pinna. I lick my lips and return my attention to the wench. He is not a threat and the nod tells me he intends to keep my next victim in her place. The thought of how he might taste dances across my mind only briefly.

"Tell me little butterfly..... Nim who?"

I push my nose into hers and dare her to try to lie or run.

A scream? Who the hell?

My audits are met with an echoing, horrible, blood curdling yell instead of the rest of the soon to be exAlpha's name. Frustration erupts in my chest as I immediately release a deep, spitting snarl and whip my head around to see what creature had made such a rude noise. My painted face finds hers very quickly and my teal peepers stare daggers into her own. Grave mistake little lamb. She is balanced precariously on the edge of an alcove above looking like a fluffy, scared porcupine. Bastards she calls us, lumping the new, still currently innocent male in with myself. A notion that would not be overlooked as I enjoy getting full credit for my art. The word is full of anger, delightful anger and my frown returns to it's maniacal smirk. She releases a pitiful snarl that bounces it's way through the canyon and then turns to run. Game on.

As quickly as she turns I am already flexing my muscles, digging into the red earth with my daggers and catapulting my dual stained body up the stony cliff.

"If you let them go, I'll eat your hide while you're still breathing!"

I yell back to the brute below without looking at him. If he is smart and worth keeping his life then he will heed my command. Perhaps the titan will prove useful and even join this pack when it becomes mine. We shall see.

I power my way up the copper colored overlook in a minimal amount of strides, allowing my meticulously sharpened claws and excitedly numb momentum to give me leverage. Leaping over the edge, I land in a sprint and send a cloud of dirt behind me. Though the bitch has a head start I am already gaining ground on her and my stride far outstretches her own.

"Run run run little lamb!"

I call from behind her as my words tumble into an erratic laughter. In mere moments I am upon her. My mouth waters and I am caught in a debate with myself. Do I pounce on her now and start this whole thing out with a bloody wonderful bang? Or do I jump in front of her and play some games first? Hmm, decisions decisions. Considering the conversation waiting to be concluded behind me I elect the latter. I take one more powerful stride before throwing my daunting body into the air, daggers outstretched like a striking panther. I aim for the space between her scapulas, take out the front and you take out the whole animal. If she continues straight I would land a perfect strike and take her down in a tumble, likely fracturing at least one of her delicate shoulder blades. If she darts in either direction it is likely I would still take her down in a rolling heap, claws digging through her pelt for at least a few good, tasty, bloody gashes. And if she is to stop, well I suppose I am to miss, though that doesn't say much for her future as she won't be getting very far anyways.






Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.

Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season'd most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.
Titan || Nanakia || Adult || 1200 words






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