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 21, 2012 at 00:21:10 AM by i v e v
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I had not moved from my position since the arrival of Enigma; in fact my toes, outstretched over my head as I lay on my back, were touching the invisible line of Abendrot boundaries. There was no wish for me to try crossing them without permission, doing so would be suicide. I'm sure the soldier who first appeared on me acknowledged my title, the mask across her visage a striking hue compared to darkening pupils. My back's skin twitched uncomfortable, the ground, void of grass, prodded me with sticks and other unsavory things. My attention was focused with respect on her feet, almost feeling their talons on my throat. In fact, so enraptured about that thought that I didn't trap the figure unraveling itself from the recesses of the shadows. I didn't discern it with my orbs, but my nostrils flared with the heady mix of blood and the sickly, deadly smell of infection underlacing it. Whatever this monster had sunk his teeth into, it was already ripe with bacteria sucking at previous wounds. Definately not a piece of meat... I shuddered inwardly at the image of something more sinister. My pale lanters floated away from the silver nails of Enigma, my upside-down view of the world distorting the figure, merely watching his massive frame carry itself with confidence, peds sinking into the dirt. I caught the light, teasing words said to the fae above my cranial. Apparently, her name was Enigma. I swiveled my muzzle to look upwards at the one who spoke, and I immediately regreted to give in to my curiousity. From my vantage point, I could see the baise of white fur along his shoulder, neck and wrapping around the upper portion of his face, enveloping a single black jewel. However, where the right side of his jaw would have normally been, protected my powerful muscles and tough skin, lay open. Tatters of hide lay to the bridge of his maw, revealing black gums and a grand set of fangs resting, exposed to the open air. This propped open side of his mandibles gave off an eerie resemblance to a joker's grin. Being able to see his teeth, I could pinpoint the aroma of red claret picked out earlier upon his arrival. The sanguine seemed to coat his fur around nose and most likely along the left side of his visage. The smell wilted my nares, and the acrid taste of nausea crept onto my tongue. Auds flattened in the dust, I heeded the question by the obvious King in revelance to my comings. I first twisted my spine, warily straightening myself out, back on my paws and platform off the ground, though I still brushed the earth with my belly. I seek refuge from the seasons, I responded hesitantly, wondering if this would put me in an ever weaker position. During the winter, lone wolves were at a major disavantage. Hunting was significantly harder, and combined with calories burned keeping themselves warm, lead to them being vunerable the cold. I was of arctic descent, but I still did not want to meet that fate. My triangles flat, I listened to the second question, pryed from his grizzled maw. He stepped forward also, and I couldn't help but lean back, swallowing an involuntary growl. I have knowledge in the allieviance of wounds. I'm sure there are an abundance of those around here, if I may be so bold to express that. |
Replies:
- 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