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 5, 2012 at 01:04:17 AM by Lore
A frosty colored brute walks through the forest, looking at the world through pale yellow eyes. The tips of his ears were considered black, as was the stripe running down his spine. When you looked upon him, you just see how intelligent he is. Smarter than any wolf he knew, at least. Though, his his eyes remained emotionless, his movements robotic. He was unlike any other wolf, unless you considered Data, and even then he was much too different. The only reason he took on the job of a healer was that he didn't fit the part of an assassin. He was not kind, for that matter, and had no social skills. He simply took on the job since he didn't like to kill without motive. For instance, his alpha may tell hm to kill somebody, but that's not a motive. That's someone telling you what to do. Lore did not understand wolves, though he may be one. Lore was raised by himself, though he kept watch of his brother Data, who had the comfort of living inside with humans. Unlike Data, Lore had to live outside the confort of a home, and hated Data for not even knowing that his brother existed. That was motive. Now the icy brute stopped. He could hear footsteps, and, being himself, followed them. The led him to a cave, where the apparent fae he had been following, wandered into. The brute trailed her inside, not knowing her scent. As they made it inside, there was another wolf, beaten, bruised and cut. Looks like he deserved it. The girl asked if he was alive, or at least conscious. Couldn't she just walk up and check? If the wolf is unconscious, he was not going to reply. Now Lore smelt something... The girl before him smelled of herbs, she was most likely another healer then. That made Lore pity her more. Or was it even pity? No. Lore had no pity. If you want to see if he is alive, you walk up and check. His robotic voice sounded from nowhere as he walked out from the shadows. She had already most likely been able to scent him, but maybe not. There was no way to tell in a cave of no wind. As he walked forward, he went straight to the wolf slathered upon the floor. Sniffing him gently, yet not touching him. He is alive, but barely. Now the faceless orbs looked back over to the fae. Looks as if we've got work to do. |
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- I HATE MY LIFE - By VLADYA December 5, 2012 at 03:23:27 AM
no one would miss me [ finished ] - By [ key ] December 5, 2012 at 04:46:43 AM
hope is a frail thing - By Verity December 6, 2012 at 00:50:32 AM
the oddity is never the best way to make friends - By i v e v December 6, 2012 at 05:37:00 AM
I HATE MY LIFE - By VLADYA December 11, 2012 at 09:33:37 PM