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 14, 2014 at 04:18:46 AM by Mink
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The wind was bitterly cold as the white sky reflected the snow still on the ground. Nothing was moving, the world too brisk and freezing. It seemed like this world should be impossible for life; as if everything would vanish within a snap of a finger, or a twirl of a breeze. But yet, everything was the same. A simple whirlwind of snow did not bring disturbance. A robin flew overhead, its stomach a dull brown and very skinny, the food it got from the ground disappeared. Dried berries from bushes and trees would have to make do until this large length of snow soaked into the ground. A small fae paced lightly over the soft tips of white, gentle petite footprints masking the potential she withheld. Her audettes flickered at the sound of a small whisper through bare, gnarled tree branches as she halted her walk, waiting for a hint of movement before her forelegs continued to move. The girl’s white pelt blended into the snow, the tips of her black socks peeking out from the depths of the powder. Her black paws were only barely seen, the only splash of color on her flourishing pelt. A bramble reached out from about the ground, wrapping around the ess’ leg. She stumbled, landing face-forward into the white fluff covering the land. Of course she didn’t see it; her world was full of darkness as the pale eyes she owned saw nothing. The vixen was blind. Life had only given her the smallest part of existence for her to see, and the rest was spent lingering around in a dull blackness. Color was vaguely familiar, names and sensations the only thing that described them to her. However, nothing was better expressed than her hearing and smell. There was no wolf she had ever come across that could come within twenty feet of her and still go unnoticed, the need of a sense becoming stronger every day. Hearing was her first go to in anything, the power of sight almost blended into her auds. Scent was a close second, though it also gave her hearing an even stronger sensation to pinpoint beings walking around in the darkness she couldn’t see. And yet, with scents and voices strong enough, she saw a part of them. A part of them that they couldn’t see themselves. Shaking out her small pallet of fur, the small ess followed her one sense of direction, forward, towards an area she was thinking about all the time. Pack life had always seemed distant to her. This was normal since the life of a loner had been the only life she had ever known. Wolves living among each other intrigued her. This was not an area known of being greedy, selfish or selfless, but ready to grow within and never willing to stand and fight for something more than what they had. It was a simple, careful place, and she wanted apart of it. As for what she would do here, herblore had taken her interest more than anything. The ess couldn’t see; she had no desire to fight. It didn’t seem right for her to just sit around and do nothing. She couldn’t hunt like a normal wolf; couldn’t think of training moves and show them to other wolves correctly. The girl had to put her time somewhere. Caring for other wolves sparked her interest, but she didn’t how how she could start. Maybe someone within the place she wanted to live in could show her? And if not and she was accepted, would the alpha allow her to go somewhere to learn and then come back? Her passion would have to wait as the scent of Andere Seite reached her nares. An audette flickered, the pace of her small feet coming to a stop. She was very small or an adult female her age. The petite ess knew where the border was before it was right in front of her paws. To end her slow walking, the girl ended with her rear sitting down into the cold snow below her black feet, a breeze flickering her ears to the back of her skull as she sat and inhaled the breeze. This land was not one to be very active, but she felt tension between the lines of the forest and of the wolves. Ending her small journey, she let out a high pitched bark, a ripple of sound bouncing out of reach of her auds in seconds. Not one small hair was beyond the border, out of respect for the wolves living among the trees that smelled very much like pine. Letting out a smile, she let the snow numb her body. |
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