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 8, 2013 at 08:54:18 PM by Langennut Enkeli
The pup was soon gaining into teen hood, but not quite there yet. She had done what she was ordered, stay hidden. It was all too boring. Keli was sure the alpha wouldn't enjoy having her come to the meeting, as her joining had even been more of a secret. Only three wolves were supposed to even know of her existence, Kershov, of course, Firecrest and Enigma. Firecrest had been the wolf to great her at the border. Keli, at the time, had been so excited to finally join a pack. But, of course, she hadn't counted on staying hidden. She wanted to do her job, spy! No one would suspect a pup of being a spy, now would they? Kershov could trust her! He probably didn't believe that, however. Her black pelt glimmered through the sunlight, crimson shapes on her sides resembled wings. Langennut Enkeli. It meant Fallen Angel in Finnish. And she certainly was one, a trickster, always wanting to do the fun stuff. It didn't matter that she was a pup! She at least wanted to train, rather than pace around the pack, finding mud to cover herself in, masking her scent. She couldn't wait to be older, then maybe she would do things. She wandered around, knowing almost every part of the land by now, except the heart. Most wolves stayed there, thus that's what she stayed away from. Keli was tempted to howl, but then again, that would just alarm the rest of the pack that she was here. Instead, she sat in one place and waited. If some other wolf came and found here, too bad! She was tired of waiting! |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV March 22, 2013 at 03:27:59 AM