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 January 27, 2019 at 05:52:24 PM by Perdere
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ They had not been within the pack long enough to have sought out and picked a den… Or rather it should be said that they had not been in the pack long enough for Perdere to pick out the den for them. He had no idea why he was forcing Shilo to stay around him… Only he was not really forcing her to do anything anymore. He had made the decision to join the pack… And she had followed him in, with her own offering for Sindicate, despite how small her gift had been. And despite the horror scene of torture and murder that happened at the pack meeting, she had not run away with her tail tucked between her legs as he had expected her to. Instead, he had caught her scent drifting around the pack lands… But today he was hot upon her trail, actively tracking her down. Right about now was the time and place when Sindicate had indicated that they would all come together in a hunt. It was clearly a task meant to observe them and learn from not only their tactics, but their mannerisms, their techniques. As far as Perdere was concerned, this would be just as important, if not more important, than the initial pack meeting. But when Perdere had initially headed toward the meeting point, there had not been a Shilo in sight, and he had decided to make the risky decision to show up late to the hunt and attempt to find her. As it was, it was relatively obvious that she did not belong here. He knew it, she knew it, and everyone else knew it. But if she tried, she could make it all work. But if she didn’t show up for the hunt… Everything was going to get a lot worse, and not necessarily just for her. He had brought her in, he was associated with her… This would be bad for him as well. Because really, he didn’t care for her at all… Right? At any rate, he ran among the dusted trails of the pack, nares to the ground as he tracked her perfume. It was not a hard trail to follow – she had never try to hide her scent nor camouflage it… And he doubted that she even would know how to if she wanted to. He was not going at an all out sprint, but neither was he taking a leisurely stroll. But the other thing about his gait was that although it was steady in pace, it rather had a slight limp to it. This was the result of an old wound that he had sustained many years ago, when the Cold Summers pack had been on a hunt against two moose bulls. Considering the fracture, it healed as well as it could have been expected to, given that it allowed him to bear weight on it and still maneuver well enough to be a decent fighter. But it did manage to give him a wobble in that rear leg, a result caused by the slight malalignment of the bones when they had finally settled and fused via second intention, a think callous roping the two segments of bone together. It slowed him very little, but it grew sore after long trips. Luckily, this would not be a long trip, no, but rather a short one seeing as her perfume was getting stronger and fresher with every stride he took. Still, there was the slightest of panting as he finally came upon her, the dull ache returning despite the low level of activity. Was he really quite so old so us to just ache in general? “Shilo, where have you been? The time for the hunt is nearly upon us, and you are nowhere near it. Do not be so naïve as to think that it is optional - no, I tell you this - it is quite mandatory. You and I have both been accepted, yes, but that does not mean that we are in the clear. This is not the pack that you once knew, nor the Alpha who gave you a safe haven. This is the place where every wolf pulls their weight or else it is hurled overboard… And I do not think that jumping ship is one of the options here. There will be no plank to walk, but rather a canyon to either throw yourself or else be thrown careening to your death. You had your chance to leave, but you entered with me, and now you must prove that you have some sort of worth to them if you wish to keep your safety intact.” Perdere paused, cocking his head to the side. “You had your chance to run, to be free not only of this place but of me. But you did not, why? I cannot and will not protect you here - this is not a place that you belong. Surely you must know that if you do not make yourself worthy, they will make you into a slave to do menial tasks… or else a heaping pile of muscle and tissue and sinew into which they can pump their sperm, or a body to welt upon. Do not think that this place is so different from Faraway, for it is not. It is not different at all.” Perdere turned away from her, panting harder now, but he realized that he had never been breathing hard from the ache, but rather from the surge of emotions running through him. Why was he so worked up about this? He had threatened to kill her earlier, so why did it matter if she was killed by these vargs now? “Faraway…” His voice was soft, and he chuckled but it was mirthless. “… It is a beautiful land, you know, on the surface. But you have never seen it, have you? You were bred and born here, sired by Caspian, and whelped by my own sister. Had you been born there, you would have been royalty, not that that would have secured your safety either given your condition of frailty. But then you would’ve seen it… On the surface it was very beautiful… But around every corner was an assassin, each patch of land at some point had had blood staining it. Yes, your uncle Akuji was exiled, and me along with him given that I am trapped within his body and his mind, and although he resented it, it gave him a fresh start. He found something in Blossom Forest that he would never have found in Faraway - love. There is no love in Faraway… There never was and there will never be.” He paused for a moment before shaking his head, as if he had snapped out of his moment of sentimentality. “But the point is that you have never seen Faraway, and thus do not know of its horrors, for no tale can render them imaginable. You are in over your head Shilo, so you need to get yourself together and find a way to be useful, and quick. Before they decide to tear you apart.” WC: 1193 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The demons run circles… ...round and round in my head... |
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