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 31, 2012 at 02:04:00 AM by [ k e y ]
word count: ohmahgod...i have homework... but i needed to finish him...sorry for the crappiness and out of character thoughtprocess... 549 Key had no opinion for the two wolves whom had come to greet him at the borders. Though it was most certain that he favored the male more than the opposite gender… at least this bandit had given him his space after a short while… whereas, the dark femme had crushed the idea of personal space. I do believe you’re right. Darien Valentine, at your service Key’s audettes twitched. Darien… a strong yet somehow romantic name, it would sound on the lips of the females. His voice automatically had the sage’s attention. Perhaps it was because the sound was so much more different than a strong one that a bulky demon like him might have been thought to emit. Next, it was the female’s turn to turn her attention into flirtation. Night Blood, at your service, Sir Darien Valentine. Night Blood… the pallid wanderer clicked it to the sight of her. That way, if he by chance, came upon her again, he would not forget who she was, or that she could move just as he could. Still, Key held no attitude towards these two. He would do what he was told, when he was told to do it, if only he had someone to tell him what in the world to do. Ever since Kode had snuck off without him, Key had been lost… now was the time to try to fix that and get something started up… with his own effort. The white vampire found a flicker in the side of his peripheral vision, but he did not turn his dial. The movement was, in no way, directed towards him. However, he took into note the way their two scents collided against one another, mixing into a concoction that was far better than smelling that of a bile. And about your slaughtering comment,” he began, catching the electric eel’s audettes yet again, Although I’d love to do so, keep in mind that we crush caterpillars and then complain that there are no butterflies. If I’m not mistaken, he’s a healer. Now was when Key swiveled his crown and turned his warm attention to the twosome. He turned away after a second of observation, letting a small smile creep back onto his kissers once more. He sat like this for a few more minutes, taking the cold weather with a grain of salt. He shuddered once or twice, as he could not help but be affected by the night gales, however, he made no move to show that he was in need of shelter. Yes. This brute does seem to be of use to Abendrot. Perhaps you will survive here after all, Healer! Key turned his dial in the dark queen's direction, a smile suddenly on his palette, for he knew that she was staring at his being. Soft lyrics spilled off of his silky tongue and he closed his electric storms, tilting his head to the side, a certain kind of... cuteness, as some would call it, taking over his facial expression. “That would be a fine thing indeed.” He opened his portals once more, and, if he was not addressed again, his attention would fall back to the open space, awaiting a regal.  |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV November 1, 2012 at 08:58:10 PM
no one would miss me - By [ k e y ] November 3, 2012 at 07:52:15 PM
pity, pity, pity - By Darien Valentine November 5, 2012 at 04:56:25 AM
. - By . November 9, 2012 at 03:26:18 AM