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 December 3, 2012 at 04:37:39 AM by Enigma
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I try to change my direction as Marx suddenly rolls but I'm already in mid air, too late to change it up now. I land perfectly on his chest, straddling him, my parted jaws sunk in over his throat now instead of his scruff as I had aimed. I freeze, too shocked to pull back and too shocked to move. My mismatched gaze finds his, searching for answers. Is this what he wanted, his throat in my mouth? It's not like there wasn't a time that I didn't want just that but now...well, now I've let a lot of the hurt go and I don't want him dead so much anymore...mostly. I wait for him to react instinctively to a threat to his life but instead I hear the low rumbling of his chest. Is he getting pleasure from this? Just the thought sends shivers of delight through my body. I recall that night once more, the soft path my tongue travelled over his flesh. And then the rough feel of his tongue on my ear brings me back to the present with a gasp of shock and pleasure. When he withdraws, his jaws quiver in a chuckle before asking if he can keep his life. Noticing that I'm still holding his throat, I pull back and release in a hurry, my body still quivering with anticipation of what his touch does to me. My eyes stay locked on his, still searching as his own eyes narrow. Then he starts talking and I don't even notice that I'm still straddling him, my chest pressed into his, our skin melting together. His words are right on the mark yet I've tried to hide what his presence really does to me. Apparently he knows me too well. In the end, he offers his life though I'm not sure exactly what he means by it. The silence drags on and all I can hear is the sound of his heart beating steadily. I feel his body relaxing beneath me and I don't know what to do about it. I part my lips to talk, though I have no clue what I'm going to say when suddenly a very familiar voice speaks, telling me and Marx to get a room. Mamba. Heat floods my cheeks as I move back off of Marx's warm form, even though the minute we lose contact, my body feels cold as ice. I look over as she tells me that she was looking for us. I raise a brow in interest. I glance back at Marx, my eyes smoldering, wishing we could have had more time alone, but maybe this interruption is for the best. I look back at Mamba, my lips tucking into a small smirk. What's the occasion? |
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- you don't know the meaning of the word - By Marx December 7, 2012 at 02:59:35 AM