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 March 2, 2013 at 03:24:16 PM by Henadin
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Henadin could read the distrust emanating from the body of the young brute that he travelled next to. It was understandable – Henadin had been spending time with this particular brute’s mother, and he had no doubt that Terrel had picked up Channing’s scent on Henadin’s coat. It was understandable for there to be a distrust for any brute trying to woo his mother. But Henadin didn’t know how to woo, and his feelings for Channing were not completely understandable, even to Henadin, mostly for the reason that feelings were foreign to Henadin, save for the love he felt for his sister, Kahlan. But somehow, Channing had been slowing breaking down the walls that had surrounded Henadin’s heart for years, and unlocking Henadin’s heart itself. But for now, on the dangerous task that Henadin had chosen, the fae needed to be far from his focus. Henadin slowly closed the gaps in his mind, until the goal of this mission was all that remained. The pack leader had sent them all on tasks, or rather, had lain out tasks that needed to be completed and the members of the pack had been allowed to choose which task to complete. Channing had chosen not to accompany Terrel on the task that he had chosen, and so Henadin had followed her son to this god forsaken realm for reconnaissance work. If not to attempt to allay Channing’s fears for her son, then to attempt to give a good first good impression to Terrel himself. At any rate, there were rumors that the warriors of Abendrot had taken prisoners, and the pair of them were to either verify or deny the truth of these reports. It was, perhaps, the most dangerous task that had been offered. Henadin felt up to the task – he had learned how to be invisible from an early age. How to sneak around unnoticed. How to survive. As they travelled through Blossom Forest, Terrel spoke to him, instructing him to split up when they reached Abendrot to cover more ground more quickly. And then, the young brute had paused and turned to him, warning him to be careful who he talked to. Henadin took the warning to heart, having heard many rumors about this pack in general. They travelled in silence after that, and Terrel had taken the lead. Henadin silently fell in step behind Terrel, his paws falling silently upon the ground. And finally, their path led them to the terra dubbed Abendrot. The stench of the border grew stronger as they approved it. Henadin paused, and rolled in the dirt before he got too close to the border, and then rubbed against some of the more odorous trees to mask his own scent. If the wind did not favor them today, he did not wish it to carry his scent into the terra and announce their presence. Upon reaching the border itself, Terrel nodded to Henadin, a sign that the wolf took as a wish of goodluck, so Henadin returned the slight nod. Terrel took off in one direction, creeping along the border of the land, so Henadin turned and began to travel in the opposite direction. He travelled slowly, keeping his body close to the ground. His muscles rippled beneath his grey coat as he crept through the brush, his twin towers continually swiveling about for any that may approach, his nares continually flaring to pick up any scents that may come to him. His muddled brown haze scanned the terra, looking for prisoners – any that were severely wounded, or trapped in a manner, or being guarded by the warriors of the pack. He hoped Terrel was being just as cautious, for the young brute’s sake. |
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