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 May 21, 2013 at 10:49:36 PM by k o b a t o
It had been many many many days since the female had stumbled away from the cold corpse. She left her heart beside him as she went, a dull look in her eyes... And the ceasing of the happiness that used to ebb away endlessly from her bodice... Everything that Kobato was, was gone. Her life had been rejected. Her wish had been crushed by the agonizing evil of her own blood. Now, as she lumbered towards blossom, she couldn't feel a thing. She stumbled and fell many times-- each was harder to get up off the ground than the last. It would seem that gravity was determined to pull her down, no matter what. Now that she looked at it... It had always been determined to pull her down to her knees. Before, she had stood right back up with a foolish and naive smile on her palette. No longer. Ioryogi... The empty space where her heart had once been clenched in agony. Ioryogi... Again, the hole squeezed, pushing against raw wounds that she knew would never be healed. After all, who was there to heal the healer? She tripped over a loose stone and stumbled forwards, crashing into the territory of blossom forest. She looked around without expression, trying to figure out just where she wanted to go in the first place. Another twang. Why had she left his cold side..? Ioryogi had been the one to save her when she had been condemned to death by his own side when the two were feuding. Instead of taking her life, he had given her one by sending her away. Her sudden disappearance had been the whole reason why the one she cared for the most was dead. Stone dead. Kobato began moving again, letting her pillars lead her wherever they willed to. Perhaps she would end up in Aurora again... Or maybe Munashii. Perhaps she would collapse before she got to either of the two. Her father must have felt enraged towards whoever it had been who spirited his daughter away. There had been no body to speak of. There was no sign of a struggle, no corpse and no blood to lead him to a conclusion. When the war ended he must have asked around. Carefully, of course, for one must be wary of the side which waged a civil war on the other for trivial matters in the first place. But he found them. He found out who was supposed to take her throat. He probably figured that that family had devoured her body whole. And with that feeling of a tormented heart had come the feeling of anguish and malice mixed together, creating a yearning, a lust for revenge that could not be fulfilled until each and every member of that family had been killed. And Kobato had arrived at just the wrong time. Ioryogi had no visible wounds. He was bleeding, however, from his mouth… hacking up pieces of tissue that she knew not of how to cure. So Kobato lay there with her heart’s chosen one, cooing softly to him and crying as she had never cried before. What a cruel world this world was turning out to be. As she raised her head, Kobato found herself at the doorstep of the pack she had only been inside in secrecy. Her toffee stargazers did not flicker with fear or anxiety. As mentioned before, there was no light left in their depths… just emptiness. She stumbled forward, feet away from the border line. She stopped and propped herself up against a tree, leaning against it for support. She had not gone to Serris. She had not gone to Aurora… she had gone to the person who probably cared the least about her well-being. Was it because he was the closest territory? That was not true. Tears had already been spilled and there was nothing left to push from her orbs. Dark circles under her once light and dancing portals showed that she had not slept for many many days… A soft whine escaped her lips and she exhaled slowly. No. She could not put forth the energy to howl. She did not have neither the strength nor the incentive to do so. So she waited patiently, her limbs becoming stiff from their position. Yet still she waited. For there was nothing else to do… except wait.  |
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