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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.
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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,




Hmm... what's that I hear? Something is tickling my slumbering eardrums and wakes me from my midday nap. With the rest of my new pack still settling themselves in, learning the lay of our kingdom and socializing amongst themselves I had opted to laze about and soak up the desert sun's rays. There's nothing quite like laying out on a big flat hot rock, soaking up that delicious vitamin C and taking a well deserved alpha sized nap in one's own territory. Well, that is until someone has to come along and ruin it. For a minute I brush it off, willing one of my underlings to take care of the intruder. Alas, they did call for the alpha... which would be little old me. I sigh in annoyance and finally open my strikingly bright, teal eyes to the world. From the perch I have chosen, high up on one of my crimson tainted cliffs, I can see most of my land outside of the caverns. Not that there's much detail, but I can tell can tell if someone is standing on the majority of my boarder. So, I give my lanky, oversized limbs a nice stretch, followed by a wonderfully toothy yawn before rising and turning to scan the surrounding desert. Sure enough I spot a small group of wolves clustered on one of my plateaus not too far off. I can only make out their tiny forms but I can't help but instantly hope that it's that bitch Nimueh come to grovel at my feet. A deep snicker broils in my chest before I finally turn and begin to make my way down the cliffside.

It doesn't take me terribly long to cover the ground. Not that I was in any kind of hurry, but a lunch full of lupine flesh would be just marvelous. I'm frankly not in the mood to deal with anything or anyone that isn't the vile bitch right now. I have my first wave of members, and a group of wolves isn't looking to join me, so there aren't many other options. Either way I'll bite. Get it, bite. Ahhh puns... I crack myself up. I continue to chuckle to myself as I jump up the last part of the cliff the intruders had claimed thought not quite in their earshot or line of vision as I had spiraled just a tad out of the way to avoid the direct approach. Wouldn't want to be walking into any traps now would we? See, I'm smart, always top of that class. Shut up, I was a pup once, we had to learn things.

Anywho, upon my approach I take into account the way the wind is blowing, ensure I am upwind and take my place on top of a closely adjacent red boulder. I prefer to always place myself physically and mentally above others right off the bat. Keeps them from having a sense of security. I keep low as I claw my way up the rock and before any of the flock notice me I slowly, silently lay down and lower my head.

"State your purpose.."

What.... what in the hell is that odd smell? I cut off my own sentence unintentionally to sniff the air. It is an extremely subtle smell, but it sends my hairs on end. My pupils contract and dilate sporadically in response and I feel like I need to cough. What the hell? What are these beasts that have entered my land? I'm not even that close to any of them yet, having kept my distance and given myself some height. Did they smell like that? Whatever it is it's making me lightheaded. A tickle threatens my nostrils and I violently shake my head and try to snort it out. Fuck this, now I'm getting angry. No one summons me and makes me look like a fool.

"You reek of rot. Who are you and what is that vile stench that follows?"

I don't think I want to eat them anymore, something tells me their flesh and pelts would taste putrid.... rancid, like a rotten onion plant. I stand on my perch, claws raking along the stone. Best to keep my distance I think, any closer and I might actually vomit. My aquamarine orbs find the one who looks most like the leader and stare her down. My annoyance builds as the faint, pungent scent assaults my nares and a low growl threatens to leave my ivory stained chest. Crimson striped lips curl ever so slightly and tar tipped auds lower to my crest.






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 || Nanakian || Adult || 766 words





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