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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Posted on June 5, 2018 at 09:04:24 PM by DRAVEN

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Draven
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This was the complete opposite of what he wanted. It was true that Draven had lived most of his life in solitude, but that did not mean that he was a solitary wolf. When he was younger, there had been a time when he had had friends, underlings, a pack, ...and he had been respected. And in a way, he wish to return to that, wished to return to that time. Along with his intrigue in Lucaya, he had supported her claims to Caidir Olc because he had placed a bet that it would end up being a decent home for him, where he could live and be feared and respected. Where he could lay down roots, claim femmes and brutes alike for his harem, and find a measure of happiness. That had been the plan, at least, but it all fell apart when Lucaya had grown soft, got a change of heart. Gone was the vicious femme fatale, and gone was her cruelty, her sadism, everything that made her interesting. In her, he no longer saw a mate, an equal, but a weakling in his way that had to be crushed and snuffed out. And so that was exactly what he had done - he had snuffed out her life by commanding her to walk out into the sun, and stay there until her brain fried. It had not been an easy death, nor a kind one, but since when was anything that Draven did easy or kind? At any rate, he had certain expectations of what would happen after her death. Since he had no desire to rule, he figured it would pass to one of her offspring, and from there he would merely command them as he had manipulated Lucaya… Only the appearance of an unexpected stranger had put a dent in his plans - Sebring backed up Diosa‘s claim to the throne and would rule until the little princess brat was old enough to do so herself and was some how, for some reason, not only not afraid of him, but immune to his power of hypnosis. And so though the pack was still dark and full of vampires, it was no longer quite full of beasts, and thus no longer place where he fit in.

He still claimed ties to Caidir Olc, but for the past few weeks he had been looking, scavenging Blossom Forest to see which packs had turned into what after the magical geysers. He of course was not stupid and kept a wide margin between himself and Dierne Hrof, not wanting to be jumped by a hoard of vampires, and he knew that he would never be able to live in Uyaraut since it was ruled by Kershov. But perhaps one of the others had gone to the darkside as well, and would suit him better than the supple soft Caidir Olc would. But Draven had yet to find any that were suitable, however. After all, the dark bulbous sphere that was Mona Toforan would allow admittance only to those of the maned wolf blood line - they wished for none other than the purest, at least from their point of view. If not for that, the matter of his DNA, Draven perhaps would have fit in well there… And then of course there had been the wallowing and empty Graes Waegholm… Certainly not a place bustling with activity and thus not one he wished for. But perhaps… Perhaps Crith-Thalmhainn would prove to be more suitable. He did not have high hopes, for he had heard that a vixen led it who allowed weaklings within her pack… But perhaps something had changed. Or… The option of killing her was always available. He did not wish to rule, but he could always put another on the throne and simply just force them to do the things he wanted. Perhaps… Perhaps that would be the best choice. And if not, he would continue to search out the other packs, or simply return to the caves where he felt most comfortable.

His large ebony paws swept over the land in lengthy strides, pushing himself so that he could still make it there and back to safety before nightfall ended. If there was anything that was a bother about being a vampire, it was the restrictions on time. If he had his prey already within his grasp, the daytime could be fun as well, but now limited when he could travel. And it limited how far he could travel, and so he knew there were certain places he could never explore again simply because they were wastelands without any cover or caves. But as the land he was searching out grew closer, his hopes rose - for there were cliffs and valleys and plateaus… and all of them were dotted with the dark silhouette of the opening to a cave. His glowing rubies flared as he looked through the darkness to see signs of life- and was rewarded when he saw a few heat signatures… It was a good sign at least that there was someone alive… that there was some activity. Now the only question was, did the fragile queen still rule? Or had another taken her place?

The vampire inhaled sharply and let loose a blood curling howl, demanding to be seen. Draven had no grey areas to his personality - there was black and there was white. And in first meetings he was no different - he would hide nothing and bare everything. He did not sit - he would not wait long, especially given his time frame... if they did not respond, he would simply move on to another pack, or come up with another game plan. The odds of a good fit were low... but t was worth at least investigating.

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