The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.
All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.
Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?
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Posted on June 5, 2012 at 00:02:39 AM by Arsinoe
In the moonlight there more thrilling Those things that he knows Arsinoe had speculated about the infamous Kershov many times since her own acceptance some moons ago. With out the chance to properly converse that’s all the scarlet lady was capable of doing, guess; and guess she did - wondering endlessly about the infamous phantom that had acknowledged her, while carefully sticking to carrying on about her daily life of course. Attempting to perform things as she assumed the frosty warrior would approve of, with that flare only she could harness; occasionally greeting the foreigners that appeared on Abendrot’s boarders or perhaps taking the time to tend to the strays that wondered to far. Simple and easy never straining, she liked the peace and quiet. Having the ability to explore her home with no unnecessary interruptions was a grand thing she did not take for granted - even if she did wish for a little something to break the monotony of it all. She, like the buoy she had once been, was slowly becoming buoyant once more. Acclimating was easier than she had first thought possible and what was even better was the fact that her self-assurance was growing. Yes, it seemed the cardinal miss had begun the very difficult task of burying all of that heartache and anxiety that plagued her heart, most of which was now successfully hidden away, safe and sound within the dark recesses of her mind. One would never deduce that she of all people had once been, god forbid - spineless but everyone has their secrets, Arsinoe’s however seemed to run a bit deeper than the scars that crisscrossed her sinewy form. It was only when the faint moonlight stained the forests floor that her imperfections revealed itself - but even then it was manageable. Simple kicks, whimpers, a few cries, and some cold sweat staining her usual ‘perfectly fine’ façade; these were all usually. Nothing that a quick walk couldn’t fix. The scarlet lady’s attention had only flickered for a few mere moments but now it was once again focused as she awaited the arrival of her king. She could not see the icy warrior - not yet at least but her nares had caught his authoritative cologne on the light breeze, the breath of air which was now softly buffeting her rosy fur causing it to sway slightly. How nice it would be to see him again. A smile grew on her ebon lips both as she pondered about her king and watched the blood red stag listen and drop to the ground exposing his soft under belly like a good puppy. With that he had completely won her tolerance over, at least for now. It would be presumptuous of her not to accept the soldier now that he had so considerately submitted. She was just about to add something when she saw the alabaster male coolly approaching the two of them. She accepted his gesture of approval gladly with a wave of her snow tipped banner as if to say thank you. Lowering her di-colored gaze to show her own submission, she after all did know her place. A place that was well below the white warlord. She was quiet as he spoke. Ebon lips drawn tight and eyes scrutinizing the red colored male and his reaction. First impressions were everything you know- suddenly she wondered what impression she had first made on the frosty King and she was appalled - but she did not let the emotion taint her marred features. Had he seen how venerable she was then? From what the maiden had blindly deduced she found not much got passed her Kings keen eyes, no not much at all. As he leads you through the grinning bubble blowers in the snow Fully Mature | Vixen | word count - 592 - Alice |
Replies:
- Red as a Crimson King's Leaf - By Crimson June 14, 2012 at 04:11:06 AM
ICE KING - By KERSHOV June 25, 2012 at 09:40:37 PM