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 22, 2012 at 00:28:15 AM by Enigma
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It isn't long before the white king himself shows up. I notice his eyes shining with a certain light and I quirk a brow up. Well, look at the alpha. Next, he'll be getting sweaty palms. He takes his time letting his ice cold stare roam freely over Minaj's form, enough to let me know that indeed the king knows this certain terrain. And then suddenly it clicks. I notice the sudden spark in his eyes as he glances toward her bulging stomach, his forever grin actually twisting up a bit more if that's even possible. I listen to his words. Sweetling? My tail gives a flick, eyes roaming toward him teasingly, my dual toned gaze sparkling with interest. I'm glad I didn't miss this. Minaj seems to notice something, her intelligent chocolates sweeping Marx and I like a radar. Maybe she notices the way my figure seems to brace as if for impact when he's around, my muscles always flexed, my mind always on overload. Okay, so he still gets to me. Finally she bows and lets her words roll off her tongue, teasing Marx about finding out her name. She lets on that she doesn't know my name just yet and my eyes glint at her teasingly. I like this girl already. Her words promise something a bit more naughty if she wasn't in her "situation," though whether that's something to do with Kershov or the fact that's she's carrying his children or something entirely different, whose to know. She confirms her name and says she's a friend of Kershov's. I nod in acknowledgement. She giggles, a delicious sound, before turning her attention back to Marx. She asks about his parents and my ears prick, glancing sideways at the charcoal male beside me. I quirk a brow at him now, silently asking, "something I should know?" Of course, it's none of my business, especially with our new "no contact" policy, but I can still show off my curiosity. She's looking at Marx in some strange way, as if she knows him or knows something about him. Perhaps a family member? But then I thought all his family was elsewhere. I'm left quizzical but I keep my comments to myself. Minaj suddenly pipes up about this greeting being better than the last one and I offer her a grin, curling up the corner of my lip to show one shiny fang. That's about when Kershov arrives and the chocolate and black female's reaction is instanteous. She stiffens, pleasure rippling through her system as she turns her gaze on him. Kershov's reaction is much the same and anyone can tell that they enjoy each other's company. She seems happy that he knows what she's going to tell him and he's not looking upset about it. But yet, there's still something hidden in her gaze, something that I'm sure she's not about to spill while Marx and I are listening in. She greets Kershov, telling him she needed to take care of some business but now she's happy to announce that he's a daddy. She smirks, waiting for his reaction. I let my gaze roam to Marx's masculine form next to me, enjoying the view secretly. He had looked none too happy when I arrived, his eyes not even fully residing on my face as he nodded a silent greeting. When I say her name, I watch his eyes flash before he gives a grin and bows. When Minaj asks for my name, I part my lips to answer but Marx beats me to the punch, calling out his "lovely partner in crime." I have to force myself not to change my expression, though surprise flashes across my features for a split second before I correct it. I do take note of Marx's sudden change in expression though when Minaj asks about his lineage. A familiar cold dark look washes over his handsome features and he tightens his lips, ready to reveal nothing. He's always so full of secrets. I frown, remembering this. We both listen to the conversation between Kershov and Minaj but I can tell Marx's thoughts are elsewhere. He looks like he's thinking on dark things, his eyes roaming back to Minja every so often and I swear it looks like he wants to bite her. And then he answers ever so softly, saying that his only parent is Abendrot. I note the look he gives me first and for the first time in a long time, my expression softens, just enough for him to see it. |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 24, 2012 at 02:18:01 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 27, 2012 at 02:12:39 PM