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 9, 2013 at 04:57:07 AM by Aerten
Soft? She would've laughed, if she did such things. Soft was just another word for weak. If she became such a wolf her last hope would be to die at the paws of a stronger one, as it should be. I like the way you think, Lady Aerten. She allowed herself a short, sharp pang of pride at the comment. Nothing more, nothing less. If all went as planned, he would be pleased often with her efforts as a loyal servant. He had began circling her, as a hawk circles a fresh piece of prey, much to Aerten's amusement. Did he really think she feared death at his paws? If she met her end now, it would probably be sorely deserved, and there would not be much she could do about it. The regal Alpha's multiple scars attoned to his experience in battle. This alone gave her enough ammuniation to obey, let alone the growing respect she felt. "I will do whatever is required and instructed of me, Sire. She paused a slight moment, considering. "I would be honoured to contribute towards the bettering of Abendrot, however I am not above getting my paws dirty. I'm also skilled at...information collection. This was finished with military finesse as she waited for his response. If he needed any of her current knowledge, she'd speak. Until then, she'd keep her calculating silence. Due to this patience, she was instantly aware of the strong jaws close to her ear. It has been a while since someone like you stopped by the border. You could be great, Aerten. Oh, she would. But only after she had earned his trust. Aerten was not looking to mess with this particular wolf. He had to be the only one she'd never test. It was good to know that all sense had not been drowned out of their species, and that the attitude of survival of the fittest still lived. Now submit. Almost instantly after the command, Aerten was on her back, ears plastered back against her skull and tailed tucked between her legs. Had anyone else commanded it, she would've scoffed. However, Kershov had managed to inspire in Aerten what many others had tried and failed at: Loyalty. She'd be a good little soldier. |
Replies:
- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV April 25, 2013 at 07:53:57 PM
Run, If You Intend To Survive - By Aerten April 26, 2013 at 09:25:34 PM
OCC - By Aerten March 21, 2013 at 04:05:56 AM