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 9, 2012 at 09:27:30 PM by Jack Frost
As soon as the trio came into sight of the downed prey, they were at it in a heartbeat. Ripping and tearing away at it’s bodice was the easiest thing, and the most adrenaline filled activity the boy had done in a long time… it felt good to be on the brink of danger after being cooped up in that cave with the snow angel all summer long. He’d found the girl on one of his nightly excursions for the necessities of life, such as food and water, and she was about near death after starvation. He fed her portions of his own food… smaller ones, mind you, and watched as the short summer nights had her strong and healthy within a month or two. And then fall had come around and he’d become somewhat concerned that, if she couldn’t make it through the summer alone, that the winter would do her even more ill than the warmer season. So, as he tore away at the flesh and organs, Frost kept that mental picture in his head, of Eris’s body filled with nothing but air and bone. Ribs, showing through her tiny bodice, and her pelt but a small, thin blanket over her innerds. No, she would not turn back into something like that with her Frossy around. Allow me. The sound of the seductress speaking nearly blew Frost right out of his fucking mind. He hadn’t been paying attention after he’d thrown the lung over to Carmen for her to carry back… and with her at his side, he was twitchy about the fact that she had been able to sneak up on him just as a snake does a field mouse. This woman was strange and creepy, all mixed into one big gigantic cake with a huge amount of baking to do. He didn’t even know what that meant, but hiy, his mind was running super fast at the moment. Abendrot would be here at any given second… and if not, they could all laugh their asses off about how dumb the pack was later… De nada Whatever the fuck that meant. Me no speaky spanisho. That was what he wanted to say to her, but he kept quiet. That… was the best language. Silence. For no one knew what you were saying inside your head, and no one could force you to speak your thoughts aloud… unless, of course, they tortured you into spitting it out. But who in their right mind would betray a country or pack before they were killed? Jack Frost wouldn’t. Speaking of betrayals. This time, the little man noticed the other stench before Carmen even had her throat speaking aloud. Some help she was. Someone else was going to have to take over as watcher if she couldn’t function correctly. He had told her to let out a sound as soon as someone came… and yet there she was, helping him (as if he needed it. He was a big boy.) with the thigh that he’d torn off. His hackles rose instantly into the heavens, glittering with freshly fallen snow in the morning light. The wind was starting to change directions on them… Frost raised his tassel into the atmosphere and let a snarl rip loose from his larynx. The male that had just shown up did not look threatening, but one should always know that looks can be deceiving… and any sane wolf wouldn’t let that catch him off guard. However… just as Jack was about to turn tail and piss on the meat before taking off with the two girls at his side, he found that the male, just a bit younger than himself, had no sense of establishment to him… the establishment of loyalty to a monarch that is. Speak louder, brat, can’t hear you from all the way over there. And then someone else arrived. A form leapt through the atmosphere and, if her jump succeeded, she would have taken Karma down to the ground. Frost turned his face away from the boy, and jumped to the side, snow skittering up into the chilly air, his ankle hooking under Karma’s leg and, hopefully, tripping her into the snow away from the femme. The female (Ruhani) would land on nothingness if his little move succeeded. Of course, Karma would have to find her own way to get up and out. Then, he turned to the other male and snarled, pelt bristling just as the femme’s was. Damn she smelled terrible. Like little ankle-biters. Well, let’s go short stuff! And then, he booked it across the territory, snatching up his piece of meat as he went. Nothing mattered to him now, except for that scrawny little brat back at the den with RoeVy. Eris. Eris. Eris. Eris. The border line was easy enough to cross. But he kept running, his heart beating as loudly as it ever had before… And then, he stopped. Well, he didn’t exactly STOP. Snow and ice doesn’t let you do that. He was skidding, actually. He, with the meat in his mouth, turned around, dancing alongside the borders. A smirk fell upon his features, and he swerved in and out of the lines, muddling the scent of their King, Kershov, and his own musk. Then, he did something no sane wolf would ever do. He PEED. That’s right bitches. Come and get me. Now the wolves had three problems. 1. Marauders. 2. Border challenging (hahah pissss). 3. A disloyal soldier. Oh what fun! And Jack didn’t stop there, he tore across the edge of the territory making claw marks on the coniferous trees covered with snow, marking in nearby bushes that couldn’t be considered inside the territory, but it was close enough to be a nuisance. And he kept going, dashing across the edges, laughter bubbling from his throat, muffled by the meat, and screaming a joyful symphony into the air, letting everyone know just where the hell he was. He went around a fourth of the territory, and then booked it for real this time. The others were just going to have to head back to the Stones and pray that they made it there without getting killed, or worse, captured. But… as spirits often do… Frost was gone within minutes of the whole skirmish starting. Suck that bitches. ;) Boy | Younger Teen | Orphan | One Without a Shadow | Frozen Arteries | kiki word count: 1056  |
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