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 24, 2012 at 05:16:11 AM by Arsinoe
In the moonlight there more thrilling Those things that he knows I stare at her, just stare. For a moment I am angry, so angry that I can picture myself ripping at her tearing at her hide for saying that about my children, about me but then it just dissolves and I’m starring at her again, she’s white and not bathed in red. You wanna go and tell the wolves who killed you children that? Tell them you don’t care, you don’t have nightmares. Tell your pups you don’t miss them. I listen to the onslaught of insults, face placid. I bet you killed them too. I don’t even bother stopping her, let her have her fun. I bet it feels so good to her letting loose on someone like me, the kind of person she must hate. I listened to all of it every word and then I smiled, not a jeer or a pleasurable one, just something to ease the stake she drove through my heart. “Your just young, you don’t understand… but one day you will. One day you‘ll see the way things are.” My voice was quiet and neither demeaning nor judgmental, just defeated. I sat there in silence for a moment di-colored eyes watching her. “I figured you understood, I thought that after what you had been through - after what they did you might understand, you might relate.” I looked away from her face to the ground “I was wrong. Your just like the rest of them, what with their conclusions and distain.” I got up to leave but stopped myself, Kershov was gone and he put me in charge, or enough to where if a prisoner went missing it would fall on my shoulders so I sat back down. Crimson fleece embracing the cool earth. I hear it in her voice, that edge laced with a subtle hint of revulsion. “Does that mean that your just as different as we are from than them? That your just as sick as me…” I tilted my head smirk disappearing. This was very serious, not like the petty jabs she threw to get a reaction. No this was very real. “After everything I‘ve done do you think I can’t pick it up? Do you think I‘m that blind…. You can‘t say you‘ve never thought about it. Never wanted to, you would be lying, I saw you. There is not much difference between you and I. Your walking a tightrope child, one without a net. Careful now you just might fall.” It was a very real possibility, all she needed was the right trigger. A mind can only bend so far before it breaks. I watch her some more thinking, waiting, wondering. Then I cant help it. We both know why you explain yourself to me. Touché. “Those wolves who killed my children? Those wolves who butchered every bit of family I had it this world, those wolves who tore into me like a peace of meat and cleaved everything away from me and then some? You have no idea what your talking about little girl, you think you know you don’t. You got away with out a scratch consider yourself lucky.” It wasn’t like she could forget that I was just a disfigured hunk of skin and bone. I couldn’t even look at myself without seeing the scars, without seeing what they did. “Did you watch your parents die? Did you hear them cry for you? Do you even know what its like? They screamed my name… they begged me to do something and do you know what I did? Nothing, after the first one I couldn’t even bring myself to kick.” I watched her and laughed, a horrendous kind of laugh that was bordering madness. “Nothing! I laid there and closed my eyes listening to my children scream and die. I could hear their bones as they snapped beneath his teeth, do you even understand me? I listened to their wheezes and gurgles, moans and croaks. The only word they kept saying was mother! Mother help me, or mother please, or mommy it hurts, make it stop mommy! that’s what they said and all I did was lay there under their feet while they laughed! They laughed at my pain. It was a joke to them. You may think you understand pain but you don’t, you cant even begin to comprehend.” my voice trailed off as I stared into space. I didn’t think I could finish it, my voice was level almost peaceful but their was an edge in it somewhere. I didn’t know where or care but I thought it was agony. “I choose to live here…” It was so quiet it was almost a whisper and my voice continued on that way. “I used to be like them and look where it got me! I believed the lie they spoon feed you as soon as your born and here I am. How can you even want to be apart of that? They lie to you. They tell you that things will be okay, and that things will get better, and that the worlds a good place - well its not. Its not the worlds not like that. We don’t lie, we know its not. The world made us who we are, people made us who we are… how can you condemn us for that? You’re an ignorant little tyke who had to go through a few things you didn’t almost die. You didn’t…” I closed my eyes and the when they opened they looked empty - dull almost. “Do you think they were proud of me when I let them…” I shook my head. It doesn’t matter if they would be proud they were dead and it was my fault. Because I didn’t kill those guys, those monsters… Starve… in a way it was almost a joke to me. Starve. “I don’t think you know what starvation is.” I smiled once more looking directly into her eyes. No she didn’t know. She had no idea what it was like to lay in a pool of your own blood and waste away. She didn’t know what it was like to drag your hacked body through her massacred loved ones, she didn’t know what it was like to wait in the darkness until her body healed just enough to stand. She didn’t know hunger. She had not been so emaciated her every bone was visible beneath her skin. She didn’t know. She had not had the pleasure of meeting death, looked him in the eyes, and feeling his hands try to take away her soul. She did not, she had not. I stood there looking at her. “Perhaps I have been to kind, it seems as though Kershov was right to give you those…” I nodded at the whelps. “Maybe you would be better off with someone like him… he knows how to reprehend obviously better than I… No - it seems as though I‘m wrong again tonight, it is better that your with me. You would be dead now if you weren‘t. You may antagonize me but do not wish death upon you. You just need to learn how to hold your tongue before someone holds it for you…” I keep looking. “Give up that hope you have for escape, if not for your sake mine. I don’t want to watch when you fail.” That white elephant in the room had just been dealt with. I turned on my heels and started walking, if she was smart she would fallow. She did not know this land like I and if she did manage to even get to the scent boarder she would most certainly regret it, especially if she made it over. Only the brave surrendered lets see just how cowardice she was. As he leads you through the grinning bubble blowers in the snow Fully Mature | Vixen | word count - 1298 - Alice |
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