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 26, 2013 at 09:25:34 PM by Aerten
The femme fatale had already captured her Alpha with the usual unwavering amber gaze. Aerten felt no fear, only a sense of calm acceptance. Abentrot had gained a warrior who, given half the chance, would contribute everything she could give. This loyalty alone prompted concern in the ess however-Alliances were being formed among the lesser packs, and Aerten was well aware that their idealistic plans could very well threaten what was now her home. Plans began to form in her head: Divisions would need to be made. Turning the allies against each other, and turning the packs against themselves. Ah, the joys of being able to play weak-minded fools, trying to save the days from the big bad wolves. Only the very fool-hardy or plain stupid would try to play hero when it came to packs like Abentrot. And their prisoners,her mind whispered warningly. All in good time. Kershov's calculating orbs had pierced her, judging and weighing her up silently. He seemed almost...possessive of the younger warrior. That was fine. It wasn't like she was going anywhere. And even if she was, Aerten had a feeling she'd probably be dragged right back again, this time as a prisoner. Not a chance she was ever going to take however. Her loyalty was to Kershov, and any he felt fit to receive it as well. She rose when instructed, not particularly worried if any leaf litter clung to her russet pelt. Appearance was just so...superficial. Apart from scars. Scars were a whole new story. That, and a wolf's build could be used to determine if they had any potential at all. She nodded her consent as she prepared to follow in his wake, aware that no words were necesary. Amusement flickered in her chest; unless Abentrot's King was worried about her at his back? She'd wait and see, but she sincerely doubted it. Kershov was many things, but stupid was not one. Clever, however, was. For now, she stood with military finesse, shoulders thrown back, feet planted firmly and both amber hues forward. |
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- OCC - By Aerten March 21, 2013 at 04:05:56 AM