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 April 5, 2013 at 06:01:33 AM by Scarlet Nights
Crimson, ebony and ivory mixed together perfectly in a hunter’s stalk, creeping through the moonlit night towards her target: Abendrot. Paw steps were not heard as the ess advanced, closer and closer, before freezing, eyes blinking, head flickering left and eyes right, checking the coast was clear before elevating herself on her limbs to her natural full height. Nights was named appropriately for her nocturnal behavior, much preferring the cover of night on her side. Not to say she would shy in the sunlight, however it did keep those pesky, nervous, little boys away. Her amber pools shone like liquid gold, reflecting the moonlight and bringing out the hazel tones in her pelt, between the crimson and the ivory mix. Permanently splattered paws stepped forward, mere inches from the thick musky line that told of Abendrot’s terra.
The she wolf smiled, over sharpened fangs exposing themselves and never quite hiding due to their dagger-like nature. Pink muscle swept over snout and lips and she decided to wait, not call, not just yet. See if this hellish, arctic beast she had heard so many rumors of would come out to play. Scarlet kept her eyes drawn, not giving herself a chance to rethink on her proposal to the king of Abendrot. Perhaps it was just a rumor, but if not, the gain in power could be just what she was looking for. Even false power was power, when held by the right souls, for power was a shadow cast by many, but it depended on the light it was seen by to how many would succumb to said power. Her mind lashed back to the fateful night her homeland was invaded, when a pack thought they could take on a Demonican army without consequence.
The storm had rolled in and the outsiders had used to it their advantage, trying to flank them from beyond the canyon. Her father had sent her to regain the entrance to the canyon, putting her in the van guard. She led her troops up the steep walls and around behind the enemy, ambushing them from behind. More enemy wolves spilled out, encircling her and her troops, they fought fiercely, for what seemed like hours. On the sunrise, she stood bloodied and bruised, surrounded by dead members of her family and the enemies wolves still surrounded her. They only wanted her, a royal of the line, a hostage worth taking, purely to be some dog’s bitch and share the genetics about. She tore the throats out of the first three who tried to rape her, but then they approached in waves. She backed herself against the cliffs, over looking a river with rapids and a decent forty foot drop. She dove without a second thought, preferring death to losing her battle.
But she hadn’t died. She awoke on the shores of a wooded land, this land. How? How did she survive? Was it really that hard to kill a Demonican wolf? Scarlet smiled once more, she had been stalking through Blossom ever since, waiting for the opportune moment. It had seemed to arrive in the form of Kershov looking for a puppet, in his exact words. She had bypassed his top assassin and went straight to the source. She would ask him personally and offer her ‘services’ of a kind. But the question was, what did she have to offer? She was a failure, a rebel, not a conforming housewife, not a wolf to be shackled. Scarlet liked the dark and with it, dark things, she was, as all Demonician wolves could be, a little bit nutty. However, it didn’t consume her as she had seen with other siblings of hers, it simply gave her more of an imaginative streak.
I wonder what alpha tastes like.
Replies:
- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV April 6, 2013 at 05:06:05 AM
TRY THIS DELICIOUS TOXIN - By Scarlet Nights April 7, 2013 at 04:29:55 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV May 15, 2013 at 04:16:07 AM
THiS LOvELY POiSON - By Scarlet Nights May 26, 2013 at 03:41:13 AM