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...?

Refresh/Reload

Takin this one to the grave
IP: 50.124.253.31

The poor lass was lost. Not literally; no, she just couldn't find the pups and elderly. Pushing her nose against the wet ground, she picked up a tiny trace. A teenager. It was Abendrot, although she didn't know who the scent belonged too. It didn't seem to be a pup, so she traced the scent to a small tree hollow wher a dark brute was huddling in the back of the tree. He looked like a middle aged teen. Scared, definitely. Look, kid, there's a storm obviously, the river is overflowing! Know how to swi.?

Dark Sun was huddling wet and miserable in the back of the tree. He'd almost been snagged by a falling tree, and had twisted his ankle in the process. Out of nowhere, a white and gray femme had appeared. She smelled faintly on the pack, marking she was new. A little bit. He replied loudly. Dark Sun hated storms.

Your ankle is... something is wrong.

It was true. His ankle was twisted, but not broken. There would definitely be a bad bruise underneath the already dark fur. He just nodded.

Look, I can gather the packmembers who are helpless. I'm afraid digging is useless.

He stood up, Winn Dixie nodded at him. He shot slowly past, tracking down as many scents as he could.



Winn Dixie managed to make her way back. The beta, Enigma,and two other females had joined the first brute. She ran towards the first trench. It would help to make the first one as deep aa possible to give them more time on the next ones. This is going to be a... fun time. She said as her paws dug fiercely. The teen smelled like one of the females working on the second trench. Not Abendrot, but like a family. Maybe related. But that was Winn!s last actual thought. Her mind became the storm, she knew nothing else but digging. This was between life and death for the pack.



{I have no excuses for this crap post xD}

Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:




Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->