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 19, 2012 at 04:17:12 AM by i v e v
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Finally. Finally, after the suns of autumn chilled the earth, making each of my toes ache, the travelling would end. I wouldn't follow my linage, my grandfather Dovev, but ekk out my quiet exsistence with the company of a pack. I would be more then happy just to be accepted into one of the ten bands roaming Blossom Forest. It was late evening, and I carried my frame from the depths of the pine forests, trotting along ridges and down slopes, my ebon nares twitching warily. I have seen confidence and pride when a lone canid carried himself towards another of our kind, but my disposition wasn't of that. I preferred my solitude and observance of others. Almost like people-watching. Their bodies reflected in my clear, glassed blue lanterns, inlaid in a stark arctic-white coat. It wasn't the most striking of colors, white on blue, betraying who my ancestors were. Thick fur brushed against stone as I plodded along a thin trail against the jutting rock, pacing down it's gradual decline onto wide meadows. Ahead were the twisted and gnarled oaks I sought. Their leaves were a bright, firey orange and pale green in the turning season, reminding me of the cool frost that greeted me on the earth that same morning. Birds fluttered down ahead, black ravens from the pines back up on the steep rocky ridges, settling in the golden grass of the meadow. I eyed them as I stepped forward, nose twitching. Ravens signalled carrion, or followed predators, hoping for a scrap of meat. And they had gathered here for a reason- the twinge of copper on the breeze told me of blood. Faint, but there. Old prints among the grass told me of the traffic in the buffer between Abendrot's boundary line and other pack's territories. They were fairly recent, maybe several weeks ago, my cautious nostrils told me. Traveling in these empty woods between packs were sort of a loner's highway, shuffling us down, afraid to enter a pack, confined to small strips of lands where no pack claimed it. My ivory cranial dropped, sniffing the paw prints, my own only slightly smaller. My lean body stepped forward once, front right pillar in front of my skull as I sniffed curiously, before straightening up. White audits swiveled forward into the woods ahead. It was ghostly quiet there, and on the grass, all I could hear was the murmuring of the ravens and soft chirp of crickets. Their call heralded the sun as it's circular shape dipped low, casting long shadows to the east of my frame. I started forward again, flanks dimpling with my movement. The blood-scent grew stronger, and I could tell it wasn't just blood, but wolves. Even a patch of black fur swung from a low limb, marking that canids were here, marking the border. It lay back inside the trees away, a different world from what I had lived in. Young, I found myself alongside the Sacred Stones, a spooked wolf with scattered thoughts. I picked the important ones out, calling me around the second spring of my life to head east and seek a home. And here I was, my paws pointed towards Abendrot, the fabled army ruling with teeth like daggers. I could see them now, stepping out from those dark shadows of the forest, only their fangs and eyes noticable in the darkening light. No longer did I feel the strong urge, it's emotion overtaken by fear and wariness. Only my bosy told me to go forward, my pale, lean frame allowing the cold fingers of the shadows to sweep me into their embrace. Inside the wood, only my nose guided me forward towards their perfume. Claws raked down on the aspen trunks around me, each of the trees marked in a unique way. I allowed none of these symbols to even touch my fur, stepping cautiously, carefully between and over the branches before coming to a halt. Every hair on my spine and muzzle stood on edge, ears quivering. I could turn back now. Turn back, and run from the foreboding feel, away from the eerie collection of scraped trees, their inners exposed. Only then did my neck tilt, wanting nothing but to submit and run alongside my fellow wolves, letting them lead and teach me this strange domain. I would feed on what they fed, waiting for my superiors to take their fill, then the subordinates, my patience so much greater than starvation as a nomad in the icy death-grip of winter. Just let me howl then, the thought of being in the Abendrot clan lifting my neck up, parting my black gums. A soft call floated from then, quiet and short, but with intention, before I stepped back to await the Abendrot. |
Replies:
- Please just let me go now - By i v e v October 20, 2012 at 06:23:20 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 20, 2012 at 02:21:10 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 20, 2012 at 04:08:47 PM
Please just let me go now - By i v e v October 21, 2012 at 00:21:10 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 21, 2012 at 02:41:44 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 24, 2012 at 02:48:44 AM
Cure me from the lullaby - By i v e v October 26, 2012 at 03:47:31 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 27, 2012 at 02:06:54 PM