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 30, 2012 at 09:36:36 PM by [ k e y ]
A flash of grey and cream tore through Abendrot. Slowly but surely making its way towards the sound that beckoned for a regal’s attention. It was a strong voice, something the healer usually took as a chance to move in the opposite direction of the notes. However, his bleached gray optics with aquatic veins caught a small glimpse of the Ice King and key did not question his instincts. It was none of his business, whatever this pack’s alpha had been called for… none of his business at all. So married was he to the feeling of open-mindedness that he had justly let slip the notion of figuring Kershov out. Deciphering him like a puzzle yanked at the girl-like frame such as an anchor does a ship… and his hunger for knowledge could not be disregarded any longer. So here he was, a lowly citizen of this empire, tracing the footfalls of his King, staying far behind and moving sleek-like across the tundra covered in snow. Following the specter was simple. All the feminine figure had to do was keep a watchful gaze on the way Kershov’s scent shifted, and he soon found himself lingering backstage to the show he’d arrived to. Yards away from their clearing, he was. Enough to the point that he could barely hear what the monarch parted his lips to loosen into the ears of those who were close by. Spying? What a jest! No, key was not spying. There was nothing sneaky in his ways. He did not attempt to hide himself from view... In fact, if the duo wished to, they could most likely catch his frame out of the corner of their optical units. By the gods, they would most definitely scent him due to the simple reason that he was upwind of the males. But, as mentioned, he could barely hear their words, and was truly there for just one thing. Observation. And because of this straightforward logic, key daintily lowered himself to the floor and kept his domes pricked forth, watching more than listening. The varg who had sent forth the beacon for his captain was nothing short of intimidating. Even for the optimistic fellow taking no part in their exchanging of lyrics, key found that his introvert self was begging him to just stand right back up and step away from the two, go somewhere else. Maybe even leave the territory completely. key shushed that small voice with a simple blinking of his foggy portals and then opened them once more, taking in every breath, every simple sweep of the eyes… It was too late for the healer to even attempt deciphering the actions of this one. He did manage to count the breaths it took for the demon’s sides to expand though. Obsessed? Hardly. Everything key did… everything held a purpose behind it. He’d arrived a small while after Kershov himself had… so, with no notion of any feeling of defeat, the arctic wolf’s pools swung back to the gladiator who ruled this land. This one had already been counted for breaths before. The way his chest moved suggested he had not tore into this place as key had for half of his endeavor. Rather, the ribcage movements were normal, unaltered by the atmosphere. Something else reverberated around, some difference that took place… he did not seem to be in as “frivolous” a mood as he had with Night Blood and Darien. Possibilites popped into key’s ivory head. The way they both held themselves… the murky one had the signature of a trained soldier. Still that made no disparity between the stitches the czar had sewn on his dark silhouette. key went with the proposal that this one was more of a royal than the two that had greeted the healer at the borders. Higher up in the food chain. To call his regal also contributed to this. A bit. Anyone could call… but this one’s voice had not held the sound of despair that key would have suspected another to raise hell with. Curiouser and curiouser. …  |
don't mind me... poking around like an imbecile...
bored and needed more time with key <3
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