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 26, 2013 at 03:41:13 AM by Scarlet Nights
Scarlet Nights, your grace, is my title…but you can call me Nights.
She chuckled darkly and inhaled a deep breath of his starchy aroma. He smelt wonderful of blood, salt and snow. She exhaled and almost looked to be relaxing between his large collections of talons. Nights practically shivered at his touch, enjoying the feeling of his fangs on her flesh. It appeared she was going to get what she wanted and that was oh so much the way she liked it. However, the game was not played without risk, should she fail to rise to his demands, though she expected to surpass them, she imminent death was likely. There was no escape from this place, from the frosty iced kingship that stood above her, staring so closely at his jugular he could easily see how he made her pulse race. Whether from fear or excitement at the very closeness of him, she welcomed the rush and at his contact a small moan escaped even clamped shut teeth and lips.
Mmmm…
Nights enjoyed his touch, but did not forgetting his truthful warning. She smiled devilishly back, strange fangs protruding more than usual and quite frankly, damn annoying. Demonica only sharpened them that way to give an advantage to fighters, the teeth were made to hold and not let go, even making it awkward to let go when you wanted to. It made you fight for a kill, knowing the first bite was your only bite. The incisors were hardly used and still razor sharp, not worn down in the slightest. These would clip the slightest bit of flesh caught between them away from the victims body so delicately it was like fine, exceptionally bloody, dining. She chuckled at him mentioning regret.
I can’t promise you won’t, but I do know that some of the thing I regret were also some of the best moments of my life.
Regret was useful, it taught you lessons from your mistakes; it made you think about what you did twice and therefore what you would again do once more. Regret could turn wolves mad, depriving sleep and stopping digestion from mere worry. Most regretted hurting others; some regretted killing and almost everyone regretted slaughter of their own species. Scarlet Nights regretted not having more names on her belt of wolves she had bled dry. Even now, the thump of his jugular called to her. The little known fact about Demonican wolves was their insatiable thirst- try something long enough and you get used to it, get used to it long enough and you begin to like it, like it long enough and you begin to crave it- willingly or otherwise. She licked his forelimb absently, more a cheeky gesture than a seductive one. They had all night to get to known each other- why not have a little fun in the process?
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