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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[OOC: In response to your question Kenji, my answer is no. You challanged and you now have a Plague coming your way. Sorry it took so long to reply, but I wanted to make sure of my decsion before I acted it out.]

His ebon banner lashed the air as he contemplated what he was going to do. It wasn’t something that was taken lightly and by no means had Plague simply made this decision in a split second. He was an intelligent being, a critical evaluator, his mother called him, he ever simply chose black or white right away, some said he simply couldn’t make up his mind quick enough. Though he found far more benefits to weigh the options, the strengths and weaknesses of a decision before making said decision. He called it tactical thinking, fro instance, what he was about to do or not do, he simply weighed the options in each paw –mentally- and sighed somewhat. He knew Kimani would back him up on whatever decision he made, but he still felt the pressure to make sure he made the right one. So, with that thought, he tilted his ebony maw to the sky, took a moment to study its gentle beauty. His midnight pelt enveloped his well muscled, large frame; no wolf would dare question him in their right minds. After a moment of silent yearning to the heavens, he let forth a powerful howl, his voice calling strongly across his land. The howl itself called for Kenji mainly, but it also welcomed any other pack member, hell, it invited them with grace. It lasted for a good thirty to forty five seconds and it was hauntingly beautiful.

Plague let his voice lower itself into nothing, a somewhat troubled look coming over his face for a few moments, and then it was non-existent. His features stayed emotionless as he thought about the situation. Even if Kenji did not show up, even if the coward ran off, deserted the pack like a traitor he was, Plague wouldn’t care, he would simply inform anyone who came about the situation and then howl to heavens to the others. Then again, Plague would retain a scrap of respect for Kenji if he stepped up now and maybe perhaps let him keep his pathetic life. He had no time for challenging within the fucking pack, if they could not trust each other, which wolf they could trust. Plague would not allow it from now on and thought of this as an opportunity to show this to his pack. Not only was it fucking disrespectful, but it was plain jackshit of an idea, deceive and lie and the wolves you then intend to follow you. Fucking awesome plan there, good one Kenji.

Plague licked his chops; though not a sadistic way, he simply pushed his thoughts to Kimani, knowing she would either produce herself to this little get together or she would leave him to it, either way, Plague would be pleased. He knew she needed her time with her sister as much as she needed time with herself, being just as prone to insanity and loss of control within herself. Plague smiled, Kimani could be one hell of a crazy bitch, but he loved it, he lusted for her mustard orbs and her strong frame. More than once had she torn into him and he derived a sick, masochistic pleasure from it. Plague smiled briefly at this thought and then wiped it from his face, he stood and shook his pelt off, waiting for anyone to arrive. He was alert, not letting any side be blinded, he paced in a small tight circle, showing frustration as well as a well-guarded defence.




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