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 February 16, 2013 at 09:18:23 PM by k o b a t o
You know... Sometimes the hardest thing to find is optimism within yourself. The strength to push through physical or mental pain... The bravery to say "I will not fall to this." And the courage to conquer the last enemy of life. Death. It had not been but ten days since Kobato had sworn she'd seen him. She had a feeling that even now, Ioryogi was watching her every move. Serris did not know of her troubles. And she liked it that way-- why would she want to bother him when she had finally managed to get a true smile out of him? No, Kobato could never be that cruel so as to worry another due to her own well-being. She'd been pushing the line as of late, however. Literally. Small trips into the ice kings territory were death travels. Kobato knew that white wolf with the strange eye markings had seen her at least once. And yet, when he did not come racing after her, she sprinted off, sure that someone else, someone bigger and badder would come and tear her pearly white wings right off of their metaphorical hinges. It was the third time this moon, though tonight was to be the last of the month. The THIRD time she had visited him... And she did not even know his title of which he had been called by his own mother. Or any other name for that matter, if he even had one... Alas, the doe was positive he was home to one. Otherwise, she would not have to sneak her way into that territory. The young teenager was no spy. She was no soldier and she was definitely no healer... Blood unsettled her stomachs "easy to pitch" acidic levels. No no, little Kobato, who had grown into quite the young lady after her deal with the devil in a small den for many weeks, was a healer of hearts, not of mangled bodies. Her sweet perfume mislead those who would have looked for her, had she been spotted by anyone. Having to cross past the lake, the young miss took it upon herself to make every trip safe and secure. She clad herself in armor made of mint and mud, staining her pelt chocolate instead of the desert rose tint it had always held onto. She was quick about her work, never taking more than a few moments to make her presence known to the beast with the terrible wounds. In the eyes of the optimistic, there is surely nothing that cannot be achieved. Distances can be tread and walls can be breached. Rivers can be swum and seas can be sailed... Even mountains, though they claim many a life, can be crossed. Nothing is impossible, save for flying. We lose our wings when we no longer have perfect faith within ourselves. Whatever age it is that we begin to doubt... That was the age of which Kobato was at... And her pearly white feathers were starting to molt. One at a time. Now, the night wind pulled on her soiled cloak like an insistent lover, begging for attention from her toffee portals. One more time, she told herself, having escaped the careful watch of her knights and ladies in Munashii. Strange, it had been. The fact that she had only been stopped once by a knight whose name she did not recall. He did not ask her of her wandering a and she made no mention to him. With no smile, however, Kobatos warm and summery world had suddenly seemed like the Witch's ice chamber. Strange, cold and unnerving. Yet now, as she slipped up from the opposite side of the river she knew why the soldier had not stood in her way. Kobato was ALWAYS smiling. To see her without a grin and happiness flowing off of her like an aroma itself was very like to see a king without his crown. Unheard of. But not impossible, apparently. Now, the princess of Munashii Gekko touched ground on the rocks above the water. A few meters away was the nameless brute who, despite his vile behavior and words, had managed to become Kobato’s newfound patient. Serris had smiled... And, feeling needed less and less with every passing moment, Kobato was struggling to find others whom she could "heal." Even if only just a little bit. To achieve her wish, to be with the one she loved, she was required to heal these wounded souls... Yet it was turning out to be a slower and much more difficult progress than she had first imagined it was to be. She moved purposefully in his direction, tasting the atmosphere to make sure that it was indeed him and not a stranger who would chase her back into her own pack. His breathing could be picked up upon a good few feet from the place and even now, Ko's heart was pounding in her chest. The thought of getting caught by these soldiers was not what frightened her so. It was not the thought of Serris becoming so infuriated with her that she would never again be able to be near him or hear him speak again. It was the possibility of this one dying. She could not allow that to happen. It was right to say that this gargoyle had seen much better days before now.. And whatever Abendrot found in beating him up was beyond her. But Kobato was convinced. And he HAD survived. So far at least. It is true that she does have her frets and regrets, as well as her suspicions and wishes. However, she hides them as a dragon does his best of jewels, caring for them and hiding them, for safe keeping (or so he tells). But the dragon cannot live as a quiet and caring beast forever. Sooner than later, troublesome life tends to jump in. And Kobato, not knowing what else to speak about, spoke from her heart. "Mr.Grumpy! Look at you! You came!" Now, she was going off about other fantasy things, blurting out whatever came to mind as she came up beside him and wagged her tail happily, the smile on her palette genuine. The river had washed most of the mud cloak off of her, but mint was still the scent that held the most. Her perfume did not give anything away. Now she did the best she could and kept speaking. "... A new knight had joined us, as pale as a cloud! Only not as fluffy... I wish he would speak more... Maybe we could be friends! And then there's Prison, who's been growing like a weed for weeks now. I think he should turn to be quite like-able should he stay out of further trouble." She lowered her nape and laughed a little bit, her desert rose pelt contrasting in the moonlit palace to show off a strange array of illuminated patches on her cloak. "Say... What’s your name?" She hesitated, the night masking her small flicker of uncertainty that lashed through her stomach pit. She had already told him hers. Alas, is our young princess scared? No. That is not the case. The only thing this dove feels at this time is regret for not having been observant enough to have asked him this question.  |
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- I HATE MY LIFE - By VLADYA February 22, 2013 at 03:05:25 PM
a small touch of happiness - By k o b a t o March 1, 2013 at 00:34:53 AM
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