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 January 15, 2013 at 05:17:32 PM by Mudo
A pure white teen walks through the dense forest. His thick tundra pelt snagged upon bushes, but did not pull any fur out. Instead, he made sure that neither the twigs or his pelt became ruined. If you examined the young boy, you would first notice his deep blue eyes. They belonged to the deepest depths of an ocean, if you looked in them too long, you might as well drown. Luckily, you might never even look into his eyes. Mudo almost never looked to another wolf's eyes, normally he would just sit their silently. Maybe, just maybe, joining a pack would help. Even though the first thing you may see are the snowy pelted teen's eyes, that does not mean that your attention won't be taken quickly off of them. The second thing you would see, would be his scars. Half of his face is covered in them. They were given to him by his father, in one particular beating. He thought of his family every day, he ran away once his mother was finally put out of her misery by Mudo's father. Mudo didn't know one thing. Why he was going to a pack. Mudo couldn't even speak, there was no way that they were going to accept him. Not unless they actually knew Mudo. Not unless they were told of his past, and who he was now. Well, not unless he could actually tell them his name. He could do anything else, submit, take orders, be loyal. Mudo had chosen this pack, he wasn't one to just join the first pack he came upon. No, no. Mudo does his research. He wanted to join this pack because it seemed merciless. As powerful as the Roman Empire. So soon did the teen find the border. He stopped, making sure he didn't cross the invisible wall. Though he didn't speak, that doesn't mean he doesn't howl. He raised his head to the sky, and howled his message. It must seem so normal for a pack wolf to hear the noise. Just another wolf joining... They would say. So Mudo sat, his head down, looking the least threatening of all. And he waited, and waited. Until he thought, just thought for a moment, of his mother yowling in pain the last time, the time when her mangled body would finally lay still upon the ground. And Mudo grinned. He grinned, and very nearly, laughed. |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV January 19, 2013 at 03:20:26 PM
This Pounding in my Ears - By Mudo January 19, 2013 at 10:58:50 PM
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