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 25, 2013 at 03:11:41 AM by i v e v
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The only thing that anchored me to the ground was my toes, which gripped the grass. It seemed everything was coming into a finer, almost grainy focus, reflected in my gray blue orbs. Wounds lacquered the king's coat, fresh and vibrant against his stark pelt. I had heard the call of a challenge before; and it was obvious Kershov had overcome it. Was it not enough to bear those lacerations proudly, proving to his soldiers that there was nothing more satisfying than one's own fresh blood on your skin to declare your victory? Obviously not.. I could feel the subtle touch of pendulumns on the thick grass behind me, and I tilted my cranium slightly, an orb gazing past my shoulder. Enigma. My first aquaintence in the pack approached me from the fringes of the forest. There were secrets hidden behind that mask, but I found a small comfort in her presence. I didn't feel the same amount of intimidation as I did with the others. In fact, this whole meeting seemed to drain the energy from my legs as Engima scarcely brushed my flank with her's. The beta's sinous frame weaved further into the ranks, reaching it's heart. She twined around him, before stopping at his right. The King stood, that torn visage lifted to his subjects as he addressed something Marx had said, before I arrived. Well, at this little rally hadn't drawn too much attention to me. Enigma acknowledging me was enough. I was sure with the dismissal of the gathering I could disclose my plans to the alpha, and find somewhere appropriate to raise a bastard's young. Time progressed slowly then, as I flicked my audits up off from my skull and towards Kershov's voice. The statement of needing more pawns for his army was nothing new, as I suspected he had greater intentions than just ruling Abendrot's single realm. He ended with a question on where to find his new recruits. It implied that the trickle of new members had stopped, and that Abendrot actually needed to go out and find fresh soldiers. Probably because they had scared them all away. Not a suprise. I felt his orbs scan briefly over my own as they traveled through the assembled crowd, allowing a pause for response before he spoke again. And, oh yes, those next words would be the downfall of my tiny thread of sanity. Because those jaws were already closing around me, trapping me to the earth. The order rung from my auditories deeply. And why did it have to me to assist this sadist on his task to seek new rookies? Because who knew what insane thought process Kershov must have gone through to get to this. Why me? I whined inwardly. Ugh, I needed a response, and some way to fight back that creeping tendril of sickness. Collecting my breath, I dispelled it in my calmest tamber of my voice. If you would like me. I couldn't see the use of my restorative attributes, but I didn't have the temperment of a warrior. Maybe there was some gain to that. I sat back on my haunches, trying to clear the annoying pulse from the back of my head. The smell of saguine was stronger in my nostrils than before, probably from those open wounds. Another fae approached from the woods then, a snarky comment ringing shrilly from her lips. How clever she thought she must be. Oh well. The next comer was something a little more challenging. Verity. I immediately recognized her from that iced morning, surrounding the prostrated form of one of Abendrot's prisoners. Probably one of the most entertaining moments. I usually kept a low profile, but my medical field was my pride and joy, and Verity slandered it with her name. I could still see her pasty, plant-particled fingers deep into Vladya's most persuant wounds. I could barely contain the small smile on my face. The fae strutted across the clearing, determined for Kershov. She made her quick, inarticulate respects to some, but I could see Verity's glittering orbs on the snowy emperor. I sat, reclining on my haunches as something far more interesting as beginning to unravel. The way Verity began to bustle and cluck to herself as she circled Kershov reminded me of a nagging old patroness. The flicker of amusement grew in my eyes. The 'healer' had made a loop back to the woods, returning with a bunch of vegatation in her mouth. I could barely contain the delight in my cerulean lamps. I observed with a sharp gaze as Verity mashed the plants loudly between her jaws in the otherwise silent clearing, standing before the alpha's talons. As the white form began to smear her concoction over Ker's cuts. I had already given my assesment of his damage- not life threatening. Therefore, my duties were put behind protocol. But Verity began to berate me, and I bit the small grin on my ebony lips. Slowly, I stretched my front legs down onto the earth, laying my frame down slowly. And with each fraction of movement I stared into Verity's olived orbs, allowing the silent laughter to fill them. Now, I had no intention to begin a bitch fight, but I needed to say something. Oh, I began to respond, You have all the permission in the world to touch him. I rested my chin on my forepaws, awaiting whatever response other pale fae would give. The incessant preening of Verity unto Kershov only further reinforced my assesment of her as the likeliness of an old crone. |
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