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 30, 2012 at 02:06:35 AM by Enigma
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I can practically see the sarcasm rolling out of those dark eyes as Wolverine watches me. He seems very inclined to be rolling his eyes right about now but at least he exempts me from the irritation of watching that. When I tell him who he's talking to, I can see that I've gotten no further than where I was before. Ok, so you can tear me down all day long. Call me ugly, call me stupid, but do not put down the title I've worked my ass off to get. The title that my king gave me. The title that gives me purpose in this otherwise useless world. My eyes sizzle with anger now as he does roll his eyes this time and tells me that he doesn't care who I am because I'm not the leader and that he may not want to come back for Kershov now because of the company he keeps. He even challenges me, saying that if I step over the borders, we're on even ground. A soft growl comes out of my lips in warning. Well then let me remind you that the leader gave me that title. I didn't just appoint it myself so if you care about getting on his good side, you'd better put up a better show for the wolves he likes to keep close...for your own good. I narrow my eyes even as I laugh a bit and step right over the line, circling him again before I come up beside him and stop, my face just inches from his own. You're right. Equal ground. Want to find out why I'm Beta? Take your best shot. My lips curl back, daring him to take a bite at me. I'm welcoming it. He seems amused by my response about boys not being able to handle me. I arch a brow up. Guess he didn't get the hint. Let me clarify. Perhaps you went deaf for a moment, dear. Like I said, BOYS can't handle me. But thanks for the interest, darling. The words roll off my tongue like a cat's purr. I laugh at his next comment about the males not having balls. Tilting my head some, my eyes hold humor once more. I guess you're right. I seem to be on a role with that today...meeting those that seem to be lacking. My eyes shine daringly. When I go on, I actually end up getting a snarl out of those charcoal lips when I bring up charity. Oh, hit a soft spot, have we? My tail gives a wave of amusement. I watch him shake his head when I say his name. I guess he doesn't like to hear it said seductively. Too bad for him. Seems I'm just finding more and more hot spots on this Wolverine today. How lucky for me. He doesn't even flinch when I rake his throat with my fangs and I listen as he tells me that my pity is useless and that he came here to be a soldier. I laugh. You'll have to work on your discipline if you ever think you're worthy of being anyone's soldier. Nothing is useless once you find its purpose and you're as good as dead if your abilites get rejected. Try again. I'm still not impressed. My voice sounds like venom right now. I offer him a smirk when he tells me that he won't be scared away. Oh, I never meant to scare you. I was only giving you a taste of what you'll be dealing with here. To see if you can handle it. I have to admit, you've fallen short of expectations. As if just on schedule, the rich aroma of none other than Kershov reaches my nose and I smirk, giving Wolverine a gleaming gaze. But who am I to you, nobody, right? Well, here comes your ultimate decision. Make sure you earn it. I turn my head, setting my exquisite gaze on my king as he romps out of the bushes, seemingly out of nowhere. He greets me with a grin so much like himself, so haunting, so deadly, and yet such a way of making my skin feel like it's on fire. I've always had a thing for bad boys, though. I lean my shoulder inot his as he stops beside me, just enough to let him know that I'm glad he's back in town so to speak. I watch as Kershov's eyes gleam with that look that lets me know that he's onto something. Of course he is. He'd have to be blind and dull not to pick up on the tension in the air. I listen to his comment about the tension and only smirk. When he asks if I've had any trouble, I laugh lightly. Just the kind I've come to expect from these males brimming with testosterone, my king. I offer him a wink, his title coming off my lips in a purr just for his ears only. I do miss my private conversations with Kershov. I've always wished to get more time with him, just the beatings of our twisted, cruel hearts. Suddenly Kershov laughs, a deep biting laugh and he changes in the blink of an eye to somthing more becoming of a tundra gang leader. Frost bitten and cold as ice. I listen silently now as he speaks to Wolverine, telling him everything that I've come to notice myself. Wolverine does hold himself like a soldier. Doesn't he know that I would have left him to rot on the borders if I'd thought him worthless? If he doesn't oh well. Kershov ends on a negative note, scolding him for talking to me like he did. I keep my face neutral the whole time, sure that Wolverine doesn't want more of my goading, especially in front of the one he needs to impress in order to survive this confrontation. Kershov flashes me a look of sympathy, a show for Wolverine and I give him a dark look that says he can help me with the hurt any time he wants to. Only my king, of course. He tells Wolverine that he's entering whether he wants to or not and then tells him to submit. I smirk here, eyes sparking as I tilt my head, waiting to see Wolverine do the dirty deed. Something tells me he'll play along, if just for laughs. |
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