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 February 18, 2019 at 02:38:58 AM by Perdere
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ‘I’m not going to the stupid hunt. I don’t want to ever see any of those wolves again. This isn’t my fault that I’m here! You took me and made it so I couldn’t get back to my pack. Where else was I supposed to go?’ At last, it was her vocals that made him cease his monotonous lecturing, at least temporarily. He silenced for a second, but in the next he was laughing and shaking his head bitterly, before he changed the subject to instead compare this place to that of Faraway. He had lined out the various differences and the similarities, told her that she had it lucky, growing up here, never being submitted to the tortures, went on to talk about how her parents had been lucky to escape their fate there and find the rare and elusive love that kalaks in Faraway never actually experienced. But it didn’t seem to matter what he said – it did not make a difference to her. ‘I don’t care about Faraway and I’ll never go there. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. I don’t understand how you can possibly be happy in this place. Why did you ever leave Faraway if you were just going to end up back in some pack that was filled with evil demons anyways?’ Perdere raised an eyebrow and cocked to the head. “Leave… Faraway?” He chuckled and shook his head, his eyebrows closing for a moment. “Leave… Faraway?” He snorted and started laughing harder and harder, even when she continue talking. ‘ And I don’t care if these wolves tear me apart. Why would I when I have nothing? You took me away from my life and my family is gone…my brother is probably dead by now and he was the only thing I had left. I have nothing to live for anyways.’ His guffaws continued until tears were running down his façade in long streams from amusement. “Did my sister tell you nothing of who I am or what my past is? I did not leave Faraway, nor did Akuji leave Faraway. Let me start at the beginning, you silly little thing. Farant did horribly painful experiments upon Akuji in order to get his mind to fracture, thereby creating me. Past that, there was more pain – from the very first instant of my existance I knew pain. Farant used it for classical conditioning in order to make me into a killer, an assassin. They used me as a tool to deal with anyone and everyone that ever wronged him, or even merely upset him. And yet with the weird and unique set of rules set in place by the Council, Akuji was excommunicated because he murdered the wrong wolf. An unsanctioned homicide – he murdered his betrothed because the princess was having an affair with another brute. Akuji fell in love and then murdered her because his heart was broken. As punishment his own Father sent him – and me – away. So… no. We did not leave Faraway. And perhaps I do wish I had never left – I was given anything and everything I wanted, and best of all, I got to kill as many fucking kalaks as I fucking wanted!” His voice had rose to shouting, only it was with somewhat of a maniacal lilt, and he was cackling all the while. He had never meant to share something so intimate a notion with her, but it had all just sort of come out. Perdere took a few deep, heaving breaths to get ahold of himself, and once he had he spoke, this time quieter. “You will care, Shilo. You don’t know the meaning of pain. I took you away from nothing - you had nothing to define your life other than loneliness. I did not take your pack away from you – Sindicate took it from your previous, weak Alpha. You have lived a long time without your family, so their absence now really means nothing, changes nothing. As for living… well at least you aren’t the asshole that your bloodline seems to create. As far as kalaks go… you somehow avoided the manipulative fuckhead gene.” He inhaled sharply again before exhaling slowly. “You may have noted that I did not include myself in that. Because really… I’m not. I am not even real - just an alter ego for Akuji. But I do not for one second include myself as a number among the kalaks – I hate them. I hate them all.” WC: 757 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The demons run circles… ...round and round in my head... |
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- I’m Infected, By Your Genetics - By Shilo March 13, 2019 at 10:45:02 PM