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 19, 2012 at 06:31:19 PM by Arsinoe
In the moonlight there more thrilling Those things that he knows Death. Its creates such a strange emotion. I could kill at the drop of a hat, snuff out a life just as easily as he had destroyed mine. I could and I did often but that was no matter - I didn’t feel it like I felt their demise. No theirs hit much closer to home. When I looked into somebody else’s dimming pools it did not bother me. It actually satisfied me in a way. Their torture was ended it just so happened that I was the a catalyst - a means to an end if you will. No I did not see them moseying about the den nor their expectant faces egger to snuggle next to a proud mothers fleece. I only saw a calm, quiet, stillness; a canvas blank of fear and deprivation. I did those vargs a favor, unless of course they behaved like him. No I could not handle a person like that. It sent an unimaginable intensity of resentment and piping red hot rage coursing through my veins. Anyone who tried to make me afraid - well lets just say I enjoyed my sinking my teeth into their yielding hide, or well to be more accurate I felt an absurd amount of ecstasy as I tore them apart limb from limb. Nothing could compare to that split moment - tasting their metallic blood, watching the crimson rivulets as they danced down their fur and entwined with it into pleasant little drying tufts, and oh god who could forget? Hearing that melodious cracking as their pearly bones shattered between my teeth. Oh yes careful now this little painted lady bites. Me oh my, I got a tad bit carried away now didn’t I? Now you know my little secret Well no matter I’m sure you’ll be a doll and keep that pretty little trap of yours shut, no? Yes? Good, good. Now where was I? Oh yes I remember - “You got ‘beat up?’ ” I say skeptically. I wouldn’t answer and I wouldn’t listen. A half hearted smile twisted on my ebon lips as I grasped the situation a bit better. After all nobody likes a badly behaved defiant little youth getting in the way, even I had to reprehend the little tykes that strayed beyond the line of approval - even my little tykes. Respect it’s a very, very important thing to me. Something cemented into my mind as a child and even more so as an adolescent. Their was absolutely no need to be impolite and by no means insolent. That was something I dealt with by tooth and claw - no exceptions so it seemed Kershov did too. Kershov. I had not seen my king in a while - not since accepting Crimson into the territory. Crimson. Another meek grin makes its way onto my features. How was he doing? Such a machine - he should be fitting in fine with the other brute soldiers, but boys like him did not take mates nor did they even seem to dabble with such immoral desires. A wider smirk. It seemed like they were so frozen it led to just a smidgen of boyish innocence. Ha isn’t that amusing? Vargs so consumed by a cold heart they ignore mans greatest instinct, pleasure. I wonder if he has a heart of that nature. The smile vanishes. No. Not that he doesn’t but rather it doesn’t matter. Never again. “Well honey, it seems you gave him a good enough reason. That’s all Kershov needs - a reason.” my scarlet cranium bobs gently as I begin thinking everything over then I hear it. That word. It disgusts me as soon as it reaches my charcoal tipped auds and they swivel back in reaction, as if trying to shield themselves from hearing it. I cant help but lift a lip in revulsion. “What? What did I just hear you say? Did your - did anyone - teach you manners?” the last bit I cant help but say a little contritely, I can’t help but feel like those are who she lost. Her parents. “That’s no such word a respectable little girl like your self ought to be saying!” It’s not. If I caught my babies saying such a thing, well lets just say they wouldn’t be sitting down properly for a week. My teeth would be in their scruff sooner that you could say ‘run’. That’s what they’d need to do. Run, hard and fast because when I caught them - oh there’d be hell to pay that’s for sure. Why did kids insist on growing up faster than they already were? My duet of two toned stained windows scrutinized her for a little bit, as if letting her know even more how much I disapprove - then my features vacate. A captivating and authortive bay reaches my auds, through the thick - and in many cases smothering - forests of Abendrot. Enigma, Marx, and Arsinoe? Had I heard that right? The great Czar had trusted me to be in charge. Why? I hadn’t even had a proper conversation with the warlord. I blink, light powdery dyed eyelids bringing blessed dimness, obscuring the world for mere moments. I needed to think. Kershov knows what he is doing and I as his subalternate must trust that decision. Maybe just maybe we could stick together, stick together? I had just been walking dammit and now look! I was being asked - by the baby no less - if I would baby-sit! What was this little dames catch, there is after all always a catch. I was careful with my words but rather that what you might expect they weren’t as hollow as my other lyrics “I think Taylor - that that would be - a very good idea…” I failed to mention however that I didn’t want her to be clawed by some other, slightly less cordial concierge. The other lupines might not be as forgiving as I, and just a pinch more forceful. I started to rise as I hear her lyrics again in my head. Considerate and curious. Why would she want to know - why would she even care? My voice doesn’t sound strained anymore but rather vacant. A succession of more and more inhumanly hollow sounding words. “Things happen and people… are not always… who they say they are.” My eyes turn to barrel into her for a split second. I would kill her if she ever told anyone a word and that was a promise. A promise I intended to keep. For a moment I wondered if she knew this or just thought fooling around with fire would be fun - but in any case I continued “I had two daughters and a son.” I smile briefly. “My babies, I had three. Two girls; Pailette - she was an even brighter red than I and Palau - my little colorless baby, you look a lot like her you know. A boy. Amatol - my little ebon son.” I watched her again but this time my gaze not quite so… threatening. “It was a long time ago, a very, very long time ago. I… fell in love with their father. It didn’t take long, he just seemed so… perfect.” Oh how perfect he had been. So sickeningly sweet and loving, it made me want to bash the closest tree with every ounce of my strength I could muster but I remained stiff cream colored limbs planted firmly on the earth right below me. “After they were born it was the best time of my life. They were just so beautiful… and then… and then he destroyed them.” I closed my eyes remembering their tiny little bodies between his teeth, their bones as they broke. I couldn’t help it and I snapped my jaws down so hard and fast it ached afterward, if his only his neck would have been there… “Strange wolves I had never seen before came into my home and they… made me… - ” I would spare her the unnecessary details ” - watch them slaughter them all. My two toned eyes opened. “I was the only survivor.” Survivor? If you could call it that. The horrific scars enveloping my entire scarlet frame were testament enough to what had happened that night - and I had lived. I waved my feathered banner dismissing the ache building in my chest like a angry father would dismiss a child. “It does not matter anymore, what is done is done and it has been done for a long time.” I continued to watch her thinking about what might be going through her mind. I realize it probably wasn’t the best of ideas to trouble such a young spirit with my problems but then again when have I ever made the right decision? Besides of course coming here. I just watched standing stiff waiting once more for another variable to change my problem. One single equation with one objective. Solve { lol oh yes on that ‘important’ spa - I mean ‘business’ trip of hers :3 & sorry its so long <3 spent all weekend chasing the muse 1505 words!!! That’s the biggest post I‘ve ever written :D congrats you got Arsinoe in all her glory for the first time ever!!! } As he leads you through the grinning bubble blowers in the snow Fully Mature | Vixen | word count - 1505 - Alice |
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- You just see them laying there. - By Taylor June 19, 2012 at 09:47:37 PM
see my love asleep on the floor - By Arsinoe June 21, 2012 at 07:36:13 PM
I thought you were different - By Taylor June 23, 2012 at 11:47:18 PM
see my love asleep on the floor - By Arsinoe June 24, 2012 at 05:16:11 AM
Its just a fairy tale - By Taylor June 25, 2012 at 04:59:24 PM
I am the rain. - By Arsinoe June 27, 2012 at 03:59:03 AM
your not sorry - By Taylor July 3, 2012 at 02:58:41 AM
.. - By ff May 31, 2012 at 03:08:50 AM
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