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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His succulent voice in the form of a deep growl has Seline's frame positively shuddering with pleasure. He is the epitome of masculine perfection, and the feel of his muscles coiling and tensing against her own has her pushing closer. She would never tire of this alabaster male with his glacial gaze, and it showed in her vivid expression. For while she was the Master of charades, convincing others of her false desires with ease- she had never truly felt the need to conceal true thoughts around this male. Call her a fool for feeling such a way, but it was simply natural to her. She enjoyed him, and thus she found herself around him, often. But their very first encounter had gone quite unfinished, and she was more than a little ravenous to get just what she wanted.

He is amused by her, this Seline can tell, and it has her own half grimace half smile adorning her features. And his reply to her- it is teasing and has a dark, sultry chuckle dripping from her pale lips. Oh so her little mysterious wolf is well aware of her habits, is he? Two can play at that game. "You'd better be putting those lessons to good use, my dear.." her voice trails off at it is tend to do, her exotic green gaze slowly roaming him up and down. She could literally drink him in forever. During their walk together, they soon approach a stream to which he slowly enters. The water around him runs red with his sin and his voice appears as a groan. She is loathe so resist.

Coming up behind him, she gracefully makes her way into the stream just beside him without misplacing a single drop of water, her eyes eagerly taking in his grin directed toward her and for her only. Growling deeply in the pit of her chest in mimic of his first sound to her, she is showing her pleasure before slowly sinking to her stomach just beside him. The water is indeed warm, though because she is down current of him- the still crimson leak from his fur is mingling with her own, tinging the usually bright alabaster a pink hue. And when it comes into contact with the crimson of her coat, it is simply making it that much more brilliant, the mark of her blood and heritage more prominent than ever. It is relaxing, being beside him in this moment, and she is loathe to break their peaceful silence.

But upon glancing over him again, she finds that he has crimson just behind his ears- no doubt the spray of a jugular or perhaps a chest being torn open judging by the angel. Leaning over slowly, her voice is murmuring just as her tongue comes forth to gently caress along his pristine white fur, cleaning him of the still warm and wet blood he had yet to wash away. "Missed a spot.."


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