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 03:05:23 AM by KERSHOV
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Kershov stared in astonishment at Ruhani. His paw did not move from its planted state on the puppy’s tail. “Key word, Madame Ruhani: ‘almost.’ Had you truly succeeded in barging past my territory wall, I assure you that your treatment would have been no different.” Obsidian windows speared past Ru’s deep brown ones as she met his gaze, emotionless, as if she hadn’t realized the transgression she’d made by openly objecting to her King’s actions. “Curiosity kills cubs. It helps weed out the ones smart enough to curb their impulses, and those too stupid to learn. Perhaps I am the natural force meant to cull this little fool from the gene pool.” Then the tiny animal began babbling. Kershov’s ears smashed flat against his skull. He despised it when they babbled . . . A grimace was just beginning to fold the scar-shredded canvas over Ker’s snout when the misborn tumbled from his grip and proceeded marching around him, yammering as if her heart would cease to beat if she fell quiet. The alabaster Alpha felt tempted to rip her tongue from her mouth, but for some reason he thought the idiot child would still try and speak past the blood gushing from her lips. Under his breath, with no hope of being heard over the youngling’s rambling, the Czar growled, “Oh I would kill you, tiny insect, I would I would I would.” Eyes as black as night and endless as death narrowed as Cocoa-Truffle-WHATEVER rolled onto her back, exposing her round, vulnerable belly before the King. Instinctively, Kershov knew not to attack a wolf when they submitted . . . but was so tempting to click his teeth shut on that cute little sternum! When Ruhani spoke up again, the arctic demon was almost too incensed to understand the assassin. “Mother her, Ruhani, or tame her? The child needs a swift bite in the throat more than she needs a babysitter.” He pulled what remained of his velvet curtains to show his fangs and carry out the deed, fully prepared to kill the pup—until something about the exchange between Ruhani and Truffle/Cocoa stopped him. The two knew each other, and shared some sort of heinous bond. Ruhani wasn’t leaping to the rescue simply because she had nothing better to do. Kershov rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. “How can you mother and train at the same time, Ruhani? Do you plan to rear this child in the ways of Abendrot?” He glared down at the chocolate-hued kid, completely doubtful that she’d ever amount to anything even remotely useful. “I have accepted pregnant faes and children—children like you—because they had something that would benefit the pack. When I look at this thing all I see is a migraine waiting to happen.” The assassin had better prepared a good argument. Kershov was not pleased. | |
Replies:
- LIKE SPIDER SENSE TINGLING - By Ruhani October 6, 2012 at 00:40:49 AM
Cute As A Button, Sweet As Cocoa - By Truffle October 6, 2012 at 03:51:06 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 16, 2012 at 09:27:12 PM