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 September 2, 2009 at 04:39:35 PM by Beowulf
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- //Beowulf//Male//Adult//Delta of Andere Seite//Mate to Firestorm//Father to Esper// -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where … was he? He could not see anything … he could hear voices, except they sounded as if he were in water. He couldn’t understand them, and they sounded so far away. And there was pain … so much of it. Except it wasn’t your normal kind of pain. It didn’t really hurt like usual pain did. It was very dull, and really all he could feel was many places of a burning kind of pain. It was as if there was an extra layer of skin around him, and he could only feel the very deepest, core pain. He couldn’t remember anything … he could hardly process a real thought. All that he really established was that no matter how hard he tried to move, he couldn’t. No matter how loud he tried to make a sound, to answer those distant, faceless voices, nothing came out. No matter where he tried to look, everything was just black. And he couldn’t feel anything, except those burning areas that didn’t even feel like they were real. Slowly even those vanished, and then it was nothing. Just … nothing but the empty darkness. And then, after forever, and yet no time all in one, his lids fluttered open, revealing very groggy looking blueish grey eyes. It felt as if he had just woken from a nap … or something. His mind was blank for a few frightening moments. He couldn’t even remember his own name … he couldn’t remember anything. The eternal darkness he had just emerged from quickly faded though, and though he’d always remember that, the feeling was something he could never describe with words. That was something impossible to paint a picture of. after a few moments of just lying there, staring into nothing … actually, staring at a tree though not really seeing it, Beowulf’s thoughts began coming back to him. His name, where he was, his reason for being there, where he came from. It was all confusing, and at a rush at first, and it took him another good ten minutes to sort everything out. To pick thoughts out from the chaos in his mind and put them into their places, one by one. When he finally tried to move, an amazing amount of pain shot through his body. His limbs were fucking stiff as hell, and God forbid he ever move them again. With a frustrated grunt he a took a few minutes on each to slowly stretch out all his legs and his neck. After being sure it wasn’t too difficult to actually move, he rolled from his side up to lay up on his stomach, and then pressed against the ground with his legs to be able to stand. Another shot of pain, though less painful this time, shot through his shoulders and down half his spine. Beowulf simply clenched his teeth tight and began to take slow, stiff steps. A couple times he stumbled, once causing him to completely topple into a heap on the ground. Looking around and sniffing around, the male determined it was the end of summer, almost autumn. It boggled his mind … he could just barely remember a cougar, and a fight. His queen had been there, and her pup, and he had gone to protect them … though the last he could remember he had almost made it to the clearing. Then … nothing. It was very frustrating. Anyways … there weren’t too many details he could remember about that day, but he remembered sometime before that, returning to Andere Seite after going back to his homeland to give a status report. There was snow on the ground, and spring was a month or so away. Had it really been that long, or was there more his mind was missing? He was thinner than he remembered ever being, and his muscles were weaker than before, and sort of like mush, and were part of the reason he was having trouble walking, though not so bad that a few weeks of hard training wouldn’t restore them to their previous condition. Though he couldn’t remember the fight, someone who saw him would notice that the scars were barely evident now … and fur had already begun to grow over them, though the deeper scars were still clear if you scanned his back or sides. Since the male wasn’t sure which way exactly to head to find … anyone, he simply sat, saving his body the stress for now. It would be a slow working progress to restore him, he knew that. but he hated being alone. Casting his skull up, he sucked in a great amount of air. Too much. Besides the rush of air tickling his throat, his lungs also rejected such a great amount of air that quickly, and he began coughing … almost choking on air, in a way, though after a couple wheezing moments, he was fine. Well, as fine as he could be. so taking as deep a breath as was comfortable, he attempted a howl … it was a sad attempt, really. Well, for what he used to be able to give, anyways. And he would again … his body was simply adjusting. Honestly, it had felt as if he had woken after a night’s rest, but he understood it better now. Comatose, right? His body had shut down, and his mind had as well … everything stopping or slowing as much as it could to keep him alive, and giving itself time to heal. Yeah, he had learned these things back home, where young wolves had to go to what humans might call a sort of school, where canines learned battle tactics and healing sorts of things, as well as extensive training for actual combat, especially in the later years of pup and teenhood. Sparring and sparring … but he kind of missed it to be honest. It had been a great time in his life. Firestorm … The name shot through his mind as sudden as a hunter’s bullet. His mate … where was his mate? Had she given him up for dead, or found someone new? Looking around the clearing where he had woken , he noticed he had made it about ten or fifteen yards from his previous place. Sniffing the air her scent came almost immediately, and hers was one of three that were fresh within a few hours. He smiled for the first time since waking … his scent was the strongest, since he was obviously there still, and who was the other? He tested it more … his mate’s aroma burned inside his nostrils, in a good way of course. The other fresh scent was a young male … though his mind’s files were rusty, he began searching and eventually a name popped up that seemed to fit. Esper … that was right, his son. Adopted, but loved as much as any other. So his family hadn’t given up on him … such a relief. Such an incredible feeling. Loyalty had never been a problem with Firestorm, though. The male gave a few loud barks, hoping someone might hear, and even more so, hoping Firestorm or Esper might hear. |
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