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 30, 2012 at 11:19:03 PM by fallacy



he who lives on hope will die fasting
The emotionless belladonna had been one of the first wolves to make an appearance at the clearing from which her lord had called. Her promptness was, as always, automatic. She existed to serve her master, so she had no way to excuse lateness. She had no foolish social life nor petty friendships to keep her otherwise engaged, and therefore her preparation to come should the king indicate that her presence was needed seemed a perpetual thing. The off-white sparrow entered at a smooth pace, neutrality of soul evident in her stance. She glanced about in her assassin's way, marking each animal in the place. The only other subordinate creatures in the clearing, two males, did not acknowledge her arrival in a way that she found important enough to mention. The only wolf who was of any standing in her mind was the lord of Abendrot himself. She watched all of the predators, yes, for her habit had always been to observe all proceedings carefully, but mostly had her intense, yet hollow gaze focused on her sire, Kershov. The icy regal had oriented his bodice specifically in her direction as she appeared from betwixt the gnarled and ancient trees. In reply to her her nod, the lord had spoken, his feral voice articulating the name that she was now called exclusively by.

Fallacy. The name that was synonymous to the word misconception. Her previous masters had a bit of a penchant for ironic monikers. On a mission were she had to use her acting skills to use the image of a quiet, honest and kindhearted wolf to trick a rival alpha into giving away his secrets, her name had been Delilah, whereas during an instance when her job had been to dramatically destroy an opposing wolf she had declared her title to be Reaper. It was overdone and somewhat dramatic, but nevertheless, she had no say in the matter, nor did she have an opinion to give. She had been dubbed Fallacy on a reconnaissance/infiltration task. The miss had taken no specific liking to the title, but the word had presented itself when her lord had enquired as to what she was to be called, so in Blossom she would be titled as such until some circumstance rid her of the name. It was all the same to her.

After subtle flick of the ice-man's flag, the lass was drew nearer. Her manner did not change in response to his words; the marionette's impeccable manner was immaculately in place. She felt no qualms about turning her back to her lord or placing herself in a slightly vulnerable position where he was involved. It wasn't a matter of trust as much as loyalty. If he wanted her life, he could by all means take it. That courtesy, of course, did not extend to any other wolf; Fallacy would not bare her cream-hued throat to a lesser beast. She positioned herself to the right and slightly behind the demon before being seated once more. She cared not for his intentions and was content to sit in any place, but the cunning of her consciousness allowed her to surmise his motives with some degree of success.

From that point on, she was content to watch the proceedings. Two wolves entered, none of which she had seen before, though she had noted both of their scents lacing the territory. Both seemed polite, and neither a threat, so she simply stared for a moment before her attention turned to the next arrival, a wolf she had seen numerous times. Enigma, the second in command of the pack, had earned her place many times over with her activity and loyalty. Fallacy returned the courteous nod thrown in her direction with a crown inclination of her own and observes coolly as the beta commenced an open and honest display of affection for the lord. After the bandit-masked femme was seated once more, another newcomer made an appearance. His arrival was shortly followed by the approach of Marx, a black and silver stallion who had been with the pack for some time. He greeted Kershov politely and shared a private moment of sorts with Engima before turning his attention to the soulless Novacula. She was slightly bemused that someone would take it upon themselves to speak with her, but replied nevertheless, albeit a bit awkwardly.

“I primarily sleep at night.” After that, she stopped monitoring Marx as closely and moved her attentions onto Scorpio, the presumptuous, yet passionate Zeta male, and Firecrest, a young killer who, by her actions, seemed to be infatuated with her lord. She smelled of mint, with an underlying odour of raging hormones. In contrast, Fallacy smelled of water, with an underlying odour of wolf blood. Firecrest got up close and personal with Kershov for a moment. He dealt with her skillfully, sending her off on a miniature mission to keep an eye on Lucifer and Loki. She headed off to fulfil her task with great enthusiasm, obviously content with the send off. Starship, 'Lolani's prisoner, was next to make a scene. She came in and immediately began to circle the lord, her voice flirtatious. She had overstepped her place. Fallacy's brown eyes travelled to her king, waiting for a potential order to remove the impetuous wretch. It did not come immediately. The king replied to the wench with some degree of civility and the meeting continued. Fallacy remained quietly observant as Ithilwen, a spy, entered without issue, followed by Deadly Mamba, the head assassin. A shy female came quietly into the place and was greeted by her lord. The perfume of Lolani, who had been long absent, caught in her nostrils, sullied by the tang of pregnancy. The assassin glanced at the shadows, unable to decipher her frame but knowing it was doubtless there. After a few seconds, the vixen appeared.

All would have passed without too much ado, but, predictably, some less intellegant creature had to open their gabber and say something to make her king angry. Fallacy remained in her place, but rose to her paws as her lord pounced on the unfortunate Starship, ramming into her with all the force of a battering ram. The slight fatale sprawled to the ground, at which point her master began a venomous speech. A clumsy and sweet lady headed in at the same time, but was basically ignored. Until the whole issue with the faerie blew over, she would be the last thing on any excited killer's mind. It was the same with the second new arrival, a male that smelled of blood. Fallacy's muscles were relaxed, but she was prepared to spring into action at any time. All Kershov had to do was give an order and the deadly doll would carry it out.


ooc: T.T I have to sit in car so I can plug in my laptop. And I'll be living in a shack for 3 weeks. Liek... no electricity... internet only a few times a day for a little while... >.< don't get me wrong, it's fun here... but not good for posting~









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