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...?
IP: 75.90.57.46
Posted on July 24, 2012 at 03:38:05 PM by Enigma
 |
Wolves continue to arrive like flies to a rotting corpse. I flick my gaze toward two wolves that come in right after me. I recognize one as the wolf Lore that I met at the borders, the one who acts like a robot. He still looks boring so I turn my gaze to the wolf next to him, a crimson stained wolf who looks just as empty on the inside, the only difference is he looks like he's looking for something to do. I wonder if I tell him to cut his own throat, if he would do me the pleasure? No, he's probably only got ears for Kershov. Oh well, it was worth a thought if only to satisfy my sadistic sense of humor. The next to arrive is a jetty colored male who heads straight for Kershov's form, not even daring to look around at the other wolves present. I prick my ears as he starts talking, getting right to the point as he tells Kershov that he wants to join. Well, that's simple enough, roll over like a good dog and show your vitals and maybe Kershov will give you the answer you're looking for. My viory lips curve into a smirk but I leave the actual talking for my king, sure that he can get his point across. The next to arrive, oh gods, is none other than Marx himself. My silver phantom, the male who almost meant more to me than just another good time, another player of the game. I won't lie to myself and say that he doesn't mean anything to me, because he does, no matter how much I wish I could say he means nothing to me, it would be a tragic lie from my lips. I watch him arrive, trying not to let any emotions spill into my two toned gaze as he heads to Kershov first, bowing before him and greeting him with his title. He then gets up and goes to walk over to sit somewhere but his eyes find mine first. My whole body stiffens, eyes narrowing a bit, daring him to say or do something out of line. His own eyes flicker back and forth, an empty void staring at me one minute and the next his eyes are cold as ice. My tail gives a flick, the only hint that this means anything to me but I'll be damned before I let him see it in my face. I let my eyes roam a bit, noticing the new scar on his muzzle. I check myself as an uncontrollable urge has me wanting to step forward and reach out to lick the scar. Bad Enigma, dirty thoughts. I hold my ground, my gaze moving back up to his eyes since it's safer to look there. His lips pull up into a smile and my eyes darken, already knowing that he's going to answer my dare. And he does, talking to me like we're just acquantances, members of the same pack who see each other every so often. My heart turns black in a second, memories flooding my mind, him lying on top of me, his fangs raking my throat, my tongue raking his blood stained chin. That look in his eyes that he had that night, the way I knew it was going to end if we kept playing like that. And then I mentally shake it all away, forcing my mind to go blank as I stare right back at him, a cruel smirk tugging at my lips, eyes gleaming with malice. Always. You should get that cut looked at, might make your dates a little leery about first base. My voice is cold and distant, the way I have to make it so I don't fall to pieces right here. Marx can't know what he does to me. If he enjoys torturing me like this, then I'll be damned if I'm the one who gives up first. A lone ear flicks toward Scorpio's figure arriving at the pack meeting. I can't bring myself to tear my gaze away from Marx, not until he does. After Scorpio, a girl I've never met skips in and the air in the meeting seems to change a little. I'm tempted to turn my head and get an eyeful of the girl but I know I'll be able to do all the looking once Marx moves on. I listen as she rubs against Kershov as I did and tells him hello. A small growl rises in my throat. Damn dog, wiping her scent over mine. I should bite her tongue out for that but I'll let Kershov handle her. I'm sure he'll have fun with her. My ear flicks now toward where I know Wolverine is sitting. He played along when I arrived, meeting my gaze and winking playfully back. Oh, I bet he's got tons of new insults to juggle against me and all in due time, I'll give him his shot to throw them at me. I feel his eyes throwing daggers at me a few moments later, not long after the black male arrives who asks to join the pack. Perhaps he's jealous that he didn't get to do his own entrance this way? Oh well, he got something better, he got me to greet him. The air in the meeting seems to be electrified with tension now as everyone gathers around and waits for Kershov to tell them what's going on with Bright Moon. I'm just as interested but I still refuse to tear my gaze away from Marx until he does. I won't be his puppet to manipulate. |
Replies:
- STARSHIPS WERE MEANT TO F L Y - By S T A R S H I P July 24, 2012 at 07:33:12 PM
When the world's crashing down - By Ithilwen July 24, 2012 at 10:44:45 PM
Just another force of nature - By Marx July 25, 2012 at 03:46:09 AM
Never kiss a Mamba - By Deadly Mamba July 25, 2012 at 04:01:43 AM
i killed the mockingbird. - By Wolverine July 25, 2012 at 10:43:10 PM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma July 26, 2012 at 00:56:55 AM
stuck on the puzzle - By Molly July 26, 2012 at 07:15:08 AM
I'm The One You Should Be Afraid Of/ When Night Bleeds... - By Night Blood and Burning Chaos July 26, 2012 at 05:57:33 PM
The return of the nightmare you see when you sleep - By 'Lolani July 26, 2012 at 10:27:30 PM
You Really Want to be Like Them? // Red as a Crimson King's Leaf - By Lore and Crimson July 26, 2012 at 09:57:58 PM