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 23, 2012 at 02:25:53 AM by Enigma
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He's quick to send more biting words my way but I only smirk and eye him with fervor. Well, at least you're admitting that I'm pretty as a rose. I'll accept that for now. And you are correct. You have no idea how painful it can get. Narrowing my eyes a bit to emphasize my point, I watch his features turn back to their blank slate as he says something about pricking his flesh. Ignoring the words, I listen to his smooth tone now, agreeing with me about mean words but something in his eyes tells me he understands the double meanings to our witty debate. An intelligent one. Finally. He goes on, trying to insult me more by telling me that I'm not worth the strain of doing anything for show. I have to laugh lightly at this one, my tail giving a flick. Ah, well there's where it gets tricky. You see, having ranks entitles me to certain actions within the pack and on the borders. There's this little thing where I can send you packing and no one but Kershov can override it. My lips curve into a smirk again, eyes leering. Perks of being the Beta, I suppose. I glance back at him almost offhandedly. So what was that about not having to prove anything? I hate to say you're wrong but, well....you're dead wrong, honey. You do have to prove you're worth the time of me and therefore the time of my pack and alpha. My eyes gleam a little more viciously now, the first time I've actually looked a little serious since first coming upon Wolverine. I'm okay with having a little word banter but there's a line that should not be crossed and he's definitely toeing the line. I'm usually not one to use rank over other wolves, not unless they push me to it. I hate wolves who just prance in and act like they own the place just because they have rank. The only one who has that right is Kershov and that's because he does own the place. Heck, this is the first time I've brought up my rank in the pack since meeting Wovlerine. I think I should get bonus points for that. I tried doing it his way, the easy way, the "let's stand on equal ground and banter back and forth because it's fun" way. Well, he's ruining that so now we're doing it my way. I can tell that he's testing me, seeing how far he can push until I break down and snap, either attack or go whiney brat on him and demand he submit before me. Well, sorry, bud, I'm not that easy either. I'll let him know he's rocking the boat but he's nowhere near tipping it over. I'm just too thick skinned for that nonsense. Who knows? Maybe my turning on the serious tone for a little while is the reaction he was looking for. If so, whoopie for him. It's not like I'm all work and no play, or vice versa for that matter. He turns on the charm once more, about to say something more about me but he bites his tongue, so to speak. I'm sure it was oozing with compliments for me. Yeah, right. Instead he just says that he's here to kill time. I smirk. Well, nothing like a little company to kill time with. Guess you're the lucky one today. He watches me before throwing out a less than mannerly snort and retorts back about me having a fan club or something. I arch a brow and glance back over my shoulder before looking back at him. Do you see an entourage of testosterone behind me? I don't have boys falling all over me. Boys can't handle the likes of me. I smirk once more. Next he turns the subject over to his name, telling me he doesn't have one before going with Wolverine. i arch a brow as he goes on, saying he doesn't deserve to live and he can't give me a reason to pass. I look over the cockiness of the last sentence, tilting my head some. Well, usually I'd be all up for your suicide mission but afraid I don't feel like being charitable today so you get to keep your life, no matter how worthless. I guess we'll be here a long time if you can't come up with something good enough to let you into the safety of this pack. I can't say I'm convinced yet, Wolverine. His name, or what he came up with as a name, rolls off my tongue like smooth honey. I stare into his face, wanting to read all of his reactions. When I bring up how he probably doesn't want to roll over, he surprises me by leaning forward, his face just inches from my own. I hold my ground, watching him with slightly narrowed eyes, watching him like a hawk now in case I need to move. Instead he tilts his head back, giving me an inch or so of distance from my canines to his jugular. Awe, how sweet. He saves himself the trouble of rolling and me the trouble of having to look down. Win-win. I prick my ears as he tells me to take my best shot. Leaning in, I let my nose run slowly down the length of his jugular, letting the front of my fangs glide across his flesh before I pull back with a grin. Sorry, you're just not my cup of tea today. Plus, I'd hate to get my coat all dirty after I just took a swim. Guess you'll have to stay breathing for today. I put a fake sadness in my voice, as if it's a tragedy that he would have to live. Meanwhile, there's constant laughter underneath my tone. I don't back up though. No, I won't give him the pleasure of making me give up my space. He'll either have to be surrounded by my thick perfume or he'll be the one moving. I know he's playing along with my game, rather well, I might add, but I'm not about to give it up so easily. Oh no, I like his spirit too much. |
Replies:
- INSTINCTS - By Wolverine June 28, 2012 at 05:44:21 PM
ICE KING - By KERSHOV June 29, 2012 at 05:02:36 PM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma June 30, 2012 at 02:06:35 AM
INSTINCTS - By Wolverine July 1, 2012 at 10:23:45 PM
ICE KING - By KERSHOV July 10, 2012 at 06:50:40 PM