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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How desparate are you to call such lost creatures?
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Posted on July 21, 2012 at 08:47:07 PM by Loki









Loki

Pal- no. This was not her, it was Taylor- was sent flying when my paw hit her head. I smiled with satisfaction. I could remember the day when I would have come running to her aid and challenged the one who had struck her. My smile widened. It was so much better to be the aggressor. What fun was there in being good? I had so much more freedom this way.
When she recovers, the real fun begins. The child refuses to be intimidated by me. Spunky little pup. But if she refused to acknowledge when she was outmatched, well, that was her problem. I don’t tolerate wolves who don’t know when to stop. It just slows everybody down. Getting anything done with somebody who didn’t know their place was impossible. I invariably disposed of their kind.
“You think I haven’t helped Arsione? I’ve got news for you, whelp. You’re a pup. You don’t know much yet. I’ve seen much more of the world then you have, and one day you’ll see that when things like this happen they harden wolves. It might not be evident yet, but it takes time. And five out of four times the hard ones dominate soft wolves who don’t know how to handle discomfort. I might not have any legal control over you yet, but I don’t let little things like rules stop me. At least you know that you can’t beat me. You have to wait until somebody big comes around to do it for you.” I reached out and tapped her nose, accepting her challenge to see what would happen if I touched her again. “You can run, you know. Freedom is that way.” I pointed to the borders.
A familiar voice cut my tirade short. Arsione was wobbling around like a newborn pup that had just discovered it had legs. It was always so funny, it was like a fish flopping around when you knocked it out of the water. Fish was really good, actually, I ate it whenever I could. My mother always was telling me if I didn’t eat something else I would turn into a fish. But I digress.
She screamed for Taylor to leave. “You heard the she-wolf. Scram. We don’t want you around.”
“Why is it every time I see you you’re tormenting defenseless pups less than half your size?” She demanded. I chuckled. “Arsione, darling, have you truly forgotten what I am like? I prefer much larger challenges then weak little runts, she demanded my attention.” I looked back at Taylor. “You know, I think she doesn’t want to leave. Even she can tell that you are so weak. How desparate are you to call upon such a lost creature to defend you? And I heard that comment about my logic.”
Why did her very presence bring back memories? I didn’t want them, they always nearly awoke my weaker side. I had to fight to resist caring whether or not Arsione was safe. I reminded myself of who I was. I was hard. I was the embodiment of stone. I was always up for a laugh. I was the organizer of at least three deaths. I was the antithesis of love. I was Loki.
My smile returned. I had won.



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