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 12, 2012 at 02:30:35 PM by Wolverine
 In my previous home, we had no names. It was merely, “you- get out of the dirt.” Or, “you, get away from the girls.” There was no such thing as titles to give one another. So I grew up nameless. Bred and raised to be a soldier that worked for a disastrous program that, as you will learn, that was my ultimate downfall… it’s not like I didn’t have the choice to leave… far from it. Once youngsters reach one year of age, they are allowed to leave. We had the choice to break away from the abnormalities of that place and find ourselves a better home… or what we wished to be. But I stayed. And it was all for her. I knew her to be the ever changing moon... so I paid homage to her beauty and adorned her with my wooing each night, serenading her lively youthfulness in a rushed attempt to make her young spirit my own... To be able to call her my love though I was far past her years... But oh i loved her... Her smile was warmer than the mid-day sun in the second season of the year- her laughter was envied by the jovial streams hat giggle as they trip over sharp edged rocks. And her eyes... The eyes that could be considered priceless gems from the depths of the lost city of Atlantis, smiled with their own light- and even in death, held a hint of hope in their glazed over depths. She was to be mine... Mine of my own... Mine for the taking and for the challenges of her lifelong mate- I treasured her above all else. She was my special one… I could feel joyful pluckings of my heart strings reverberate around my soul whenever I was around her… I grew strong and finally won her attention away from other males looking for the exact same thing I was. Companionship and the approval of the leader’s gorgeous daughter. I raised in rank far more quickly than I should by running errands and joining in on killing spree’s led by the fearsome monster himself. I showed my loyalty and bravery and my strength of heart and character. My courage could be no more than it already was, and he was proud of me like one should be of his own son. I asked the old man one day, what he would think of me should I dance with her shadow. He was silent for a long while… which made me nervous because I didn’t feel that it was a hard question… Yes or no. Instead, he gave me a look that meant, go do your job, and afterwards come to me. Another raiding party. Did I mention that this was not a pack? This was a group of marauders who knew how to deceive more than they knew how to fulfill their own desires. I left her there alone with the others. But she followed our all-male group… such like that princess to do so. She FOLLOWED us… and I didn’t even notice because I was contemplating on what the leader would say. And the worse part of it… I saw her out of the corner of my peripheral vision when we surged towards the unstable pack (with only five members) that had settled on our gang’s lands. I saw her… I knew that they would come for her. But in that fraction of a moment that I hesitated, trying to accustom myself to her radiance… they ran. The pack ran… our group laughed and joked about it that night…. But I had a feeling of unease about them. That wasn’t the last time we would see that pack… and they were more deadly than we gave them credit for. They’d seen the femme amongst us… and had split her from the group. Like they were hunting her. I can’t say I didn’t know they’d come for her. I KNEW they she was their target. But I couldn’t do anything to protect her… males in that group slept far from females. It was culture… to become close to a female meant that one was wooing her. We rarely made contact with the opposite sex. As elite raiders should. I digress. Like vultures to a carrion meal, they surged towards her jovial adolescence. How could they flay such a sweet creature whose origins is neither land nor sea nor hell underneath? Did they find it amusing to tear away at ones heart strings and then leave her, gutted, for the sun to suck up all the moisture out of? It was far from the encampment… the scream I heard was more than bloody murder’s sweet melodious sound. Myself and three other warriors went out to scout out what it was, going in opposite directions of the compass… and of course, I had the good fortune to come upon it. When I found it, the carcass was disheveled and plainly picked at by thieves that had passed by looking for a free meal. My hearts meal, which I now was fraught with disdain over because I would never taste the sweet nectar of life that had once been so plainly offered to me. Ambrosia, of the gods, can either kill or grant life... But what use of it does one have if their life is already passed into a different realm of time all together? I took a shot glass full of that shit... And I'll never put it on a tab again- but its bittersweet taste managed to block out my ability to accept what had happened to that future lover of mine. And therefore I have decided that to embrace the avenger within my darkened and charred heart will be the best of decisions that I have ever made, after all... I have no life to live now that my heart, both torn and burned, lay in wreckage at the bottom of my soul. Wasting away into nothingness without a trace of DNA left behind- if there were ever hopes of reincarnation of hat dreadful organ, it is long gone now. No second chance for the pains of love and death... Neither further mishap nor fools thinking of what might have been... Just memories, memories that are starting to disintegrate over time. I am an animal now…. No longer one with a soul to give or take. A monster, one might say… but that’s not it either. I’m just here along for the ride… I’ll see where the river takes me. My lithe figure slips over a few nooks and crannies that have appeared to become obstacles in my way. It’s been two years since I broke away from that mess of shit that called themselves a group . I spit on the ground to try to ward myself away from that misfortune. In fact, I’ve been a loner since the day I found her mangled form drying in the sun. Speaking of which… I devoured her heart… or what was left of it. I was in a sort of trance when I turned into the varg I am today. As soon as I had that dried organ in my maw, I bit down on its leathery encasement, letting the juices inside slide down my ivories. I’ve memorized the taste… and there’s nothing that can ever compare to it. Contrary to what you may believe… I did not cry. The scent of a pack comes into radar reach and instantly, I lower to the ground. Instincts. I’ve chosen to embrace them with gratefulness. I’ll never ignore what I need to do, for others or for myself, ever again. I’ve finally become the animal I was meant to be. Waiting for minutes on end, I keep my breathing normal and easy, no hint of apprehension here. Raising to my pillars once I’ve decided that nothing is of importance, I press onward towards that stench. Why? Because the Alpha’s scent there stinks of her father. He must be similar… I smirk with a sick look to it. Hopefully he doesn’t have a daughter. Haha, oh my humor just kills me sometimes… pun intended. Three tail lengths from the territory line, I stop, my momentum pushing me forward a little bit relaying the law of gravitational motion for me. Such philosophical things are uninteresting and from what I’ve gathered, are practically useless unless you can somehow trick the laws into bending a bit when you fight. Chocolate-stained optics look straight ahead. My cream-toffee lunettes twitch and I let my eyes wander in the direction of whoever else is here. I’m not alone, though, and that’s what makes this interesting… I might even accidentally have a little bit of fun in the process. Cocky? Not really. Just playful with my luck. I sigh and lower my toffee rump to the terra and call out to them- whoever they are. Just what in the hell are you doing there? I know I’m a handsome piece of eye candy but you mustn’t assume that you can stare at me without me noticing it. That old legend... I'd used it at my advantage... I found that it was the story of my own life... and so I named myself after the poor fellow who was tricked into believing he was helping the one he loved. Wolverine. | Male | Six Years | Forever Loveless | Loyalty to None | k i k i | |
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