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 July 24, 2012 at 02:38:06 PM by Wolverine
WARNING: not-so-mild language
 I had closed my chocolate watchers for the time being, knowing that if I kept them shut and waited for more people to arrive, I could probably catch another five minutes or so of sleep. My tassel, however, did not stop flicking back and forth with annoyance. I was in a not-so-rare mood… but it would seem that my hateful levels were higher today… probably because of that lack of sleep. Footfalls come in and I open one of my optics, automatically catching the dark wolf that is making his way into the arena. Dumbass…. I bet he didn’t even see me… he was too busy being “at your service” for the bitch King. I found then and there that that guy had a bad feeling to him. My gut twists a bit, trying to drain me of my inner fluids, but I just lay there looking absolutely pissed. There’s no other word to describe the hateful looks I’m giving. I let a tiny smile pull my kissers up and I open both eyes instead of just one. Loki, huh? Sounds like a pretty little girl’s name… was he sure he had balls? My silent hilarity began to spread as more wolves came into the picture, crowding up the space like a bunch of cockroaches under a bathtub. The next one to come was a femme, with fur as white as snow. She was stand-offish… or from what it would seem as she barely even acknowledged Kershov, much less the two other males in the clearing- myself and little girl Loki included. Whatever… if she wanted to be a secret kept in a locked box, so be it. I might poke fun and be mean to people, but when others want to be left alone and they make that clearly obvious… or if they’re just quiet people, I’ll stay away from them. There’s no fun in a soulless piece of flesh. After the quiet miss came in, one other masculine’s approached the party. The first had white paws, though he passed so close, I didn’t care to look up at the rest of him, I just sat there like a good boy (hah) and kept my chin on my wrists, knowing that this was going to be a looooong day if the King didn’t get started soon. Speaking of which… I feel like I can just get up and leave… nothing’s happening- of course, there are hardly any souls here but- whoa. My eyebrows wrench themselves upwards in pure astonishment as a crimson soldier stampedes into the clearing. Holy shit- where’s the fire son? He’s quick paced, and he speedily bows to the pallid crap-giver. My invisible brows lower to a non-expressive palette again, assuming the look of a bored man. I rarely showed emotion… it was something that would get anyone into trouble if they expressed it too often. Therefore, I tried to keep my own expressions mild and low-key. Neither of these two males spoke. What the fuck… was everyone here a stupid shut-in? Dear lord… The next arrival did not disappoint. Enigma, as she was, had been the first to see me at Abendrot’s borders, which is probably nothing special because she is second-in-command. Not that I give a rat’s ass… she could be queen of the whole damn planet and I would still only report to the one above her- the King. She gives me a look that I can only decipher as, ‘amusing’ and I look at her, flick my tassel and wink in her direction. We need to have another encounter. I didn’t get to finish mocking her and throwing insults at her last time… I’m sure we could keep ourselves entertained for hours. After her, a strange soul approached… one who carried with him a charcoal cloak and… a quiet snicker cannot be held back from myself as he announces his name… and what I find to be absolutely adorable is his view of Kershov’s pack. Prestigious? Woohoo- who ordered the ice-cream man to put cherries on top of the cream? Although, I don’t think that Lucifer would like to be made fun of… from the looks of it, the guy could chew off anyone’s gullet if he so wished to. Note to self, don’t get in the back of the ice-cream truck, it’s just a decked out pedo-van. Luci was obviously new, he held himself in a way that meant he wasn’t quite too sure about stepping on the land. Wow. Priss… I would have strode in here like a royal son of a bitch if this opportunity had been given to me. Of course, I probably lucked out with a massive audience of two to put myself in this territory. Being at a pack meeting would have most likely gotten me shaved. But at least he got right to it… unlike Enigma… I sent a glare to the mis-matched gaze female, but I was interrupted by yet another arrival. Damn. How many precious lovelies did this pallid whore have? I liked the next guy. I liked him a lot. It wasn’t his greeting that impressed me… it was his words for Enigma that made me want to stand up and give him a round of applause. It was nothing great- and I found that I probably wouldn’t understand the relationship between the two unless I snooped… but… yeah. That grey eyed wonder had my acknowledgment. Unfortunately he was followed in by a foul looking creature, which ruined my mood… this guy did absolutely nothing. He walked in, sat down, and waited. I suppose that’s what I was doing… but still- at least I was jesting on the others… of course, no one could hear these little pokes but they still had an eerie feeling to them… my aura probably changed with each one… if you believed in that psycho shit. Now the next one who came in was definitely worth some jesting. She walked in with a graceful gait, and I couldn’t help but wrinkle my narettes in a visible act of drama. Yuck. What the hell did she have on her? My oracles took her in as she danced towards the King of everything annoyingly idiotic and brushed up against him, not managing to suppress a small shiver. Ah… so that was it. A small white tooth peeked up from under my ebon lined lips- the closest thing anyone would ever get to a smile. Bravo, darling, bravo. Three words were set loose from her snappers and my audette twitched in absolute amusement. It translated to me as… Oh darling Kershov, you’re such an asshole, but I can’t help but want you to be mine. I readjusted my shoulders and let my eyes twinkle with hilarity, wondering what his highny-poop-ass would do… but my amusement faded quickly… I wanted to go to sleep, and my annoyance level was reaching its max. Besides, what the hell was everyone excited about here… they seemed to be seriously pumped up. I don’t believe it was because they were called (not individually, mind you) by their oh-so-beloved King … they had an army feeling to them. Hell, I could almost see that crimson male from earlier vibrating with excitement. A hunt? No- I don’t think so… there’s a difference to the feeling of a Putnar, and the feeling of a war. Were these mongrels hoping for something that would dye their lips with the blood of their kin? My eyes rolled, and I flicked my tassel. I’d come here to be of service, yes, but hell, if I’m put out there in the midst of battle, I’m going to just freaking walk away. Kershov was really going to have to convince me that this battle of his was worth my time and effort. Why should I be interested in the affairs of another if I didn’t even start the fight in the first place… I don’t want to freaking get killed just because my asshole leader decided to put a price on the head of some lucky bastard… |
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