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 October 5, 2012 at 02:45:34 AM by KERSHOV
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“Enkeli?” Kershov repeated, testing the name on his tongue. A unique title—but the frigid czar had ceased to be amazed by mere titles long ago. A pretty name wouldn’t distinguish the crimson-splashed youngling from any other pup her age unless she held a spark to match her signature. “Now, why would a parent call their child ‘Fallen Angel,’ Miss. Enkeli? Sounds like a rather dark phrase to burden so fresh a soul with.” Pitch-black eyes quietly noted Enkeli’s smug little smirk; the Alpha wondered why the girl felt so damn confident in herself. She was too small to have killed anything on her own, unless that thing happened to be a half-dead legless rabbit that was on the way to death’s door anyway. Though the bird clearly possessed a shred of pretentious tenacity, she lacked that empty pall in her gaze that would mark her as an unacceptable psychopathic type . . . so what was the deal? Still keeping his calculating glare upon the callow cub, Ker flicked an ear to hear Firecrest’s sultry input. The flame-born spy made no effort to shield her underlying desire from the King’s notice—not that Kershov had any problem with that. None could argue that Firecrest carried the tantalizing triple threat of brains, brawn, and beauty; she had earned the rank of a full-fledged spy, floating just above the lowly state of an Omega as a proud pack asset. Her affection would never be turned away by the snow dragon, although Kershov would always keep his glacier heart a private thing. No one—not Firecrest, not Enigma, not Minaj—held sole claim on the alabaster monster. He did not believe himself capable of true “love,” and therefore saw no harm in philandering with various femmes as long as such relations never touched or complicated professional appearances. That was why Kershov accepted Firecrest’s flirtatious flitting caress with little remorse or excitement, simply feeling her tongue swipe over a patch of blood and continuing to focus on Enkeli. “Others do tend to have a weakness for children,” Kershov replied to Firecrest’s suggestion of training Enkeli as a spy. He tilted his head, considering the possibilities. “At the very least, if she has no actual talent now, she can surely be molded, and I would assume molded easily due to her pliable age.” The Pharaoh nodded seriously as Firecrest finished before turning his face fully to look at her, blocking Enkeli out of the conversation entirely. Firecrest’s idea intrigued him, but like all glorified warlords, Ker wanted to plot in depth lest he accept the young creature in haste. “Secrets work fine until someone realizes that a secret exists. True, others will be unable to track the pup’s whereabouts if her identity is even hidden from the pack—yet what happens if others do discover her? Or discover a rumor of her? A grown wolfess is not so easily hidden, at least among experts in her own field. How would we deal with the betrayal felt by fellow packmembers?” | |
Replies:
- The flames rise higher - By Firecrest October 6, 2012 at 08:19:10 AM
What's That Falling From the Heavens? - By Langennut Enkeli October 7, 2012 at 10:38:25 PM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 16, 2012 at 09:15:57 PM