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 4, 2013 at 11:11:24 PM by Enigma
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I listen dutifully as Kershov tells Marx that after the meeting, he can take wolves to start their "training." I look forward to seeing that, and hopefully even taking part in it. I try not to look directly at Marx, even when Kershov talks to him. He looks over Ivev's arrival with a cold amusement. I'm sure he notices the way she seems unsure of herself around the rest of the pack, as if she doesn't belong here. I think she could if she just lets her true self through but there's no forcing that. She has to choose it. Meanwhile I like the appreciative attention I get from his cold dark gaze when I arrive to the meeting. I wind around hsi frame, paying close attention to the places he could be marked, whether on the surface or beneath it. He gives me a nod but his eyes show the usual mystery that always seems to come from our encounters. He and I could have been something in another life. We could have wreaked havoc on Blossom but instead we do it undercover, as king and general. I don't crave the power of the crown and it suits him all too well. He doesn't have to share it, no matter how he thinks this place needs two. Anyway, I'm still up to play his game if only to satisfy him. I sense his own battle worn frame tensing a bit when he looks between Marx and I, as if he can read my thoughts and know what I feel for the shadowed soldier. Instead he calms himself like a tornado going back up into the clouds, his voice breaking the silence. He's looking for new blood. I rack my brains for some other suggestions but so far he seems to have the bases covered. Go out and hunt them down like the predators we are and then offer up a bounty to lure them with purpose. Send them on a hunt to prove themselves so they can feel accomplished. How delightful of him. He asks Ivev to come with him and I raise a brow. Is this his attempt to make her feel more at home? A stranger's voice has my hackles raising and my body moving forward as a shield. I would never think to get in front of Kershov and cut him off from the action but at the same time I won't let anyone get the drop on him. I would die before letting that happen. Narrowed eyes, glazed over with blood lust look upon the wolf who steps out of the bush, saying that we don't need to find a replacement. So, this girl thinks she can hold the crown? I should have known Kershov's proposition would leave power hungry sluts hungry for the attention. She's not even a proven member so who does she think she is? She doesn't even have the scent of Abendrot upon her coat. How could anyone ever mistake her for our queen when she doesn't even smell like her pack? Another figure dancing into the clearing grabs my attention, eyes staring at Verity now as she moves over toward Kershov and I. I'm already tense and battle ready so it's hard to let her through to the king until I've smelled her coat. Now this is what an Abendrot wolf smells like. My nose wrinkles some at the smell of herbs on her coat. A healer. She greets me by name, complimenting me and I blink my eyes in slight puzzlement, letting her by as she starts moving about Kershov like an overprotective mother. She disappears but before I can even take a breath, she's back, herbs in mouth as she starts fussing around Kershov, tending his wounds. I find it quite amusing and he doesn't seem to mind it too much. He even manages not to growl or shove her away. I'm quite impressed, to say the least. Ivev seems a little more comfortable once I'm in the area, though. When Kershov asks for her assistance, her answer is reluctant as if there are many things she'd rather be doing. I arch my brow, sure that Kershov won't take kindly to that. She even adds a snarky remark to Verity as she fusses around Kershov and I find my lips twitching, the shadow of a humerous smirk. Fallacy takes everything in silently as always, her alert stare moving from one target to the next as wolves line in. She seems most interested to know if this Kalypso is worthy of the title of queen, her gaze moving to the king with an inquisitive glance. Kershov plays her game smooth as silk, responding that she looks different before his face turns cold as steel. He tells her to lay down her freedoms, everything she's ever known. She will not hold power as she thinks. She will be a slave to this pack, to her alpha. He wants qualifications as well. His anger turns to Ivev at her response, telling her that he wouldn't have asked but his tone is dangerous, daring her to question him further on what he wants. He snarls at her, his temper near its end. With an abrupt stare, he dismisses the meeting and calls Ivev to his side. I watch as they leave, my tail curling around my flanks patiently. I glance over my shoulder toward the borders. Should I go out recruiting or should I go watch the upcoming training spars? Hm, decisions, decisions... A brow arches up as I notice Kalypso is still here. She apparently doesn't want to be forgotten as she replies back to Kershov before rolling over on her spine. She's submissive enough but Kershov isn't impressed enough to give her the title or he wouldn't have sent Fallacy looking anyway. If she's lucky, he'll let her join the pack still. I glance toward his turned back, ears flicking as I wait for a cue, a signal, anything to let me know if he wants her here or not. There's no reason for him to come back and deal with her when I can handle the message just fine. |
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