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 14, 2013 at 04:20:14 PM by i v e v
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No response had come from the pair. It was as still as the world before dawn; the tiniest of movements distracting a viewer from the firey ball perking over the eastern rim. My breath I had held after my words flowed from my maw, and my left foot pivoted my frame from the lip of the border. Perhaps the duo was silently inquiring about my 'temporary' home. It was certainly a morbid place, the trees physically scarred, and the inhabitants often emotionally. My surroundings gave way to the boundless forest, pressured into the earth by billowing fumes of gray and black crowding overhead. The branches did their best to lock the cold out, but the storm's iciness seeped into my pallid coat. Numbly I stood there, giving a little more time for the strangers to leave their place of hiding, or perhaps to better collect my thoughts. I recognized the anger in my king's tambre, for no doubt my actions left in their wake a suspicion to my motive. Was I to leave the 'warm' graces of Abendrot and strike out on my own again, having survived winter with flying colors? Was I selfish, ungrateful, spoiled from their protection? I certaintly hoped not. I had definately not fufilled my purpose to them, and my loyalty was anything but superficial. These wolves and their care had automatically occupied the forefront of my collective. It wasn't just the training, though, that bound me to feel some sort of obligation to their well-being. Another, deeper link had formed in the snow. Having never lived in a pack setting, there was a new bond, a sense of belonging that made me ever so hesitant to severe. Of course this must be a common feeling, and why shouldn't I feel just as same in another, brighter pack? There were darker intents to Abendrot and it's soldiers. But somehow I had managed to fit in as one who knew how to reverse an infliction upon a wolf, although there had been little chance for me to show it. But it was the service of healing that made me gratified to the pack's soldiers for allowing me to stay, and even though they found me disloyal, had not laid so much as a claw on me. For that I was extremely appreciative, because who wouldn't value their own life? It was an act of amnesty towards me, and I had only returned it with a shy, rotton demeanor. Stupid me. Perhaps I was meant to be more explicit with Kershov's wounds, however unwilling I may be. Surely helping him, or anyone, recover will aid me in showing that I was more than just an empty mind. I had trounced upon the choice of remaining long-term, even though I had some extremely pressing buisness to attend to at the moment. But I did not place my heel across the invisible demarkation; for I had sensed the emperor closing in on the strangers' and my coordinates. Subtly my furred body slid farther from the line, the soft crackling of vegetation the only audience. I lifted my shrewd lamps as the alpha entered the break in the trees, and turned his own maw to me. He every, absaloute, resounding right to challenge my loyalty, but so bluntly.. It made sense. I had not been the happiest of the subjects. And one of my policies currently was not to have my life literally torn out. But it would be now, or never, to make my intention clear, and not say anything too unsavory for my cause. I have every wish to continue serving you, I responded tacitly.I'm sure however convient it will be for killing me right now, surely I will be of some use in the near future. I could wait for his response, for he had set his attentions to the combo lurking in the brush. My lamps flickered over the border then, knowing I would need to excuse myself from the lands for only a short period of time. Or maybe forever, if Kershov decided that I wasn't worth the hassle and would cut me from my body. Either way, the choice would be his completely. ◘ |
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