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 12, 2015 at 03:10:12 PM by CUIRASS
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He greets us back, calling us sons of the Satanican. He must know by our markings how the blood runs through my veins. I bow my head in greeting but let no words past my lips. He moves to straighten himself and I hold my ground, knowing he's no threat, at least not today. It would be a crime against nature for a Satanican to turn on another. Blood never turns on blood. I know Kronos will always have my back and he knows I'll always have his. Liquid leaps from the rock, landing a little to the side of us. I watch him with my gaze as he studies us, checking for wounds and measuring us. I know we will not be found wanting. We are warriors and have been raised as such. When another scent enters my nostrils, I know that it is a pack scent but not satanican. My head snaps around, blue eyes falling on the white wolf as he makes his way toward me. He is soaked from the rain but then so are we all from standing out here. It doesn't bother me. When he speaks, it is to say he hopes he's not interrupting. He starts toward us but stops way short, as if knowing that giving us more space is probably better. I tilt my head with curiosity. He has red eyes, like a demon. He tells us his name is Ghost and I find it fitting for his appearance. I nod, bowing my head. He seems respectful at least. "Cuirass, also new." I glance at my brother, knowing he will offer words of his own. I listen with pricked ears as he tells Liquid ou names and the names of our parents. His questions for our uncle are shared questions, ones I've been mulling over myself. Where is our half sister, Cade? Our half brother Quirino? Where are the other satanican wolves? As the white wolf called Ghost comes into view, my brother's hackles stand at attention and his lips curl. It is an instinctive reaction but I have already studied the male and his posture and I see that he means no harm to us so I remain calm, at least on the outside. I listen quietly as Kronos questions the wolf, asking what he has brought to Andere Siete. It is a logical question. We were taught at an early age to be useful to our family and our pack, to have a purpose. Cuirass_male_no mate_no children_brother to Kronos_Eric x Seline_no pack |
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