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 7, 2013 at 04:29:55 AM by Scarlet Nights
A taint of blood washed across the scents being tumbled on the wind and Night’s hackles rose in excitement. He was coming. For her. Finally. The scent of crimson roses finally made her target an approaching shadow, stepping into the light, the shadow turned a bright white under the moonlight and Scarlet couldn’t help but let the tiniest thought of beauty slip into her mind. His terrible features were almost homely to her eye, remanding her of one of her old friends in Demonica. The thought of friends in such a pack was confuse most, but the potential was there if you knew how to play the ever dangerous game. Nights trusted no one- not her banners, not her soldiers, not her right hand general and certainly not her brothers, sister or even father. Trust got you killed and taken advantage of. Her features remained a mix of cold stone and seductive tones, like the flames. Flames drew in the moth and ultimately consumed them for their love of the light and warmth. Scarlet drew in males like moths and ultimately there was little left of them but a few slick stains on the grass. The look in his eyes as he approached was all too familiar admiration. Scarlet watched him place himself confidently opposite her and jest about how she could have simply howled.
Oh, but then it wouldn’t be our dirty little secret anymore.
She cracked a smile; fangs curving down and showing their abnormal nature, which meant her lips remained scarred where they rested. Eyes focused on him, liquid gold pools in the moonlight burning into his very essence as a species and remained silent for a few seconds while her eyes roamed hungrily up and down Kershov’s form like a tap dancer on their stage. Then they briefly locked with his and respectfully lowered to his chest.
I could say the same for you, why not just announce auditions at the border? Why send your assassin to find you a good little girl and tie down and dress up as queen. I’ve heard a rumor that you’re in need of a puppet…and it just so happens I like someone pulling my strings.
Nights took a risk and leaned closer at the last few words, however she also let herself roll and fall onto her spine, throat upwards, open and ready for the big bad wolf himself to do with what he pleased- right here in the open. It was HIS pack after all, if someone stumbled across them, whom do you think would leave first? Scarlet Nights now perched on the line between good and evil and not to mention vulnerably positioned in the space between Kershov’s front talons. No doubt he’d have a good time no matter what happened next. For now, a slight smirk and a twinkle in her eye told Kershov that she appreciated the view and whatever would come next. Her syrupy sweet lyrics poured forth and a heavy draped sarcasm dripped from each word like honey from the hot comb.
Strictly business darling.
Replies:
- 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