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 26, 2012 at 03:47:31 AM by i v e v
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Those black optics staring down at me were unnerving. It was as if someone had dropped a crow's ebony feather behind the King's mask, and never sought to remove it. The air was turning frigid as the night spread across the purple haze of the horizon. It didn't help that I was subjected to the scrutiny of both the Beta and Alpha of Abendrot. My first visitor, Enigma, stood. Before Kershov had even graced the clearing his twisted presence, she had bestowed a compliment. Inwardly, I smiled. Manners weren't something that you could offend someone with. They had briefly exchanged sentences for each other, reaffirming their strong ties towards the pack and themselves. When my recoil at the acrid stench of carrion rasped from his tongue, combined with the torned mandible, I caught the subtle flash across his eyes. Blatantly, if I wasn't meant for life as a subject and soldier to this, the wolf would have no qualms disclosing it. Though my crisp definition on the services I could provide seemed to appease them both enough. Maybe I wouldn't end up dead by the time the sun peeked back over the eastern horizon. An untrained eye would not have been able to tell the minute changes across Kershov's features. It greatly hindered the recipient even more that half of his face was mangled into a state of complete ruin; and therefore did not show the small descrepiances in his emotion. My skull tilted slightly to the left, audits shifting to hear whatever he had to say next. My cerulean lamps were suprised to see the relaxation of his muscles around his skull and jaws. This had been shown when I had merely stated my wanting to stay for the winter. I'm sure that my slight frame was a discloser for limited potential on the battle field. Only later yet would I want to give away the truth about that. I was almost feeling a relaxation from the tenseness I got coming upon this pack when yet again Ker decided to harrow me with inquiries. Maybe the winter would be the smarter choice, or just staying with these lupins in the cold before disappearing back into the massive world. My own lips curled down as his turned upawards as he spoke. There was no wish in me to boast about my credentials as a doctor and remediator of wounds. I was humored when watching those plaster spittle and chewed up marigold onto a broken leg. In my three years being alive, my expertise compensated for the lonely life I had led. I'm sure your method of putting down those hopeless is adequate. But your wanting to know of my skill isn't something I can just describe, but demonstate. He had a teasing jeer to his voice, feeling like little spears pricking my auds. I glanced up, having had my eyes fixated on something else out of respect. I could see an odd glimmer, a tiny spark in his oynx jewels, finely shaped in retrospect to the terrible mangling of his jaws. Though by now, I found myself slowly growing used to his physique, an obvious enhacement to his already poisonous disposition. |
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- Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 27, 2012 at 02:06:54 PM