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 30, 2013 at 08:01:04 PM by i v e v
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It had been a little while since the meeting had occured, and Kershov announcing his wish for more new bloods. It seemed that message had traveled voicelessly through the forests, because there had been an influx of visitors on the borders. I didn't know though if they were old friends, or new recruits. I had little engrossment in the military side of the pack, turning my attention to the sparring Marx had set up, placing a careful blue eye over the proceedings. I was sure some suspicion had been raised over my actions at the meetings. My fellow healers might take a more natural approach to wounds. I do not. My medical style might actually be shocking to some, considering my 'introverted' personality. Then again, my reason for being so distant was growing. I was coming upon the choice of leaving permenantly. It definately struck chords of doubt in others. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I needed to leave anyways, and find a secluded place. It was no longer chilly, and spring was seeping into the air. Thankfully the humidity that caused my thick pelt to become so uncomfortable was not here- yet. A soft glimmer of evening gold placidly rolled out from the dark clouds ahead, illuminating the ebony bark of bare tree limbs. It was soothing, a soft ray of guidance. It brought me to my ivory-furred toes, a single spirit in an expansive realm. I was forever amazed of the vastness of the Earth my kind dwelt on. Blossom Forest was a minute fraction, tiny, a speck of sand on the banks of a river in continents so large and sprawling. I knew my heritage originated in a land far to the north, but there was little chance I would ever reach those kingdoms of arctic wolves. I was content to know my surroundings here, though I did have a passion for untouched snow. But it was only dirt that pressed up against my peds as I wove through the trees, fur brushing up against the occasional trunk. Their dull sides were heavily marked with the furrowing of claws, a testimony to thouse who found this arborium a suitable home. I had grown attached to them myself, though I had never sank my nails into the wood. The smell of blood was unimportant when I drew on the memories I associated with safety in this place. I would not be hunted by vengeful kin, or father, here. Yes, my own father, someone I greatly feared- and respected. I left my thoughts to derail there, paying no heed to where my wanderings led. I walked blankly past smooth boulders, shrouded by trees, through tracks of grass and plodded over berms and hills, following the gentle slope of the land. The sun sank steadily past the brimming rainclouds that invaded the north and east, promising spring rains for the territory. I watched cestrum plants place their small white buds on their leaves, already starting to unravel to soak up moonlight. Such a unique plant is the cestrum; a night-bloomer. Only then did I notice black on black, the tell-tale stains of blood. Old, but definately there. My lamps snapped up from the earth and did a quick peripheral scan, and I recognized the thinness of the trees, the scarring over their trunks, the sharp scent of Abendrot. It was the pack's western border, an area not often visited by newcomers, though they weren't rare. I was about to turn away and return to the heart of the packlands when something odd alerted my senses. Wolf. Not Abendrot. In fact there was no recent pawsteps along the edges of the boundary. I stepped forward, pale fur splintering along my ruff, atennae perked cautiously atop my forehead. As a healer I wasn't one for the fierce challenges that usually came from a soldier's maw towards a stranger. But I was definately not just going to leave whoever it was on the opposing border. Kershov would definately get around to them, I just happened to stumble upon them at a more convenient time. As I approached the reaches of the Abendrot realm, my orbs flicked over the brush and tall grass, searching for whoever lay there. Their aroma was definately unique. Lucid, slight, young... pup? A yearling perhaps? And it was strong, too. I couldn't tell from here, but perhaps there was more than one. Come here. |
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