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 July 4, 2013 at 01:51:29 AM by Enigma
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I move along the borders, fluid, graceful, everything I never could be in the glorious treachery of the wastelands, the tundra. There, you trudged forward through chest deep snow. There was no running, no feeling of freedom, only the everlasting burden of knowing you'll never escape, that suffocating feeling that you're going to die here. But I did leave, I did escape that nightmare, and now I live here as a General, serving a faithful king, where I plan to stay for the rest of my days. Does Kershov know he has my undying loyalty? Most likely not. It's an added bonus that the only other wolf I might give that up for has always pledged his life and purpose to this pack. Marx. I don't know what I'd do without him. He drives me, though he'd never see it. He betrayed me but it's all in the past. There are some things I can never forget. The pain, the anguish, the rage. I lashed out at everyone and everything when he left and I lost any trust I might have been able to hand out. Kershov was my only consolent in that period but forgiveness has been given and I'm not an indian giver. Marx is mine now and I'll make sure it stays that way. I've been more lax in my duties than usual lately, though I can't go back. I can do what I can to change that now, though. My tail flicking behind me, I pick up the pace, scratching my nails down the barks of trees, jumping off of their trunks as I leap and dodge like a pro. This is my home and I know it better than I could have ever known the wilderness of the tundra. Two toned eyes of blue and green look up when a smell hits the air. My nose twitches, tail arching proudly over my spine as I make my way to the source, not one but two scents. Blinking, I lope toward the borders, slowing down so I can see something before I walk out. Two wolves wait, one lying down, the other standing (?). The female lies with a lazy grin on her gaze, something speaking more of comfort than mischief, more out of habit than because of wicked thoughts. The male seems more dominant in posture though there's some lack of heart in his eyes, as if he hates what he has been made for, what he stands for. The female has an anguish hidden behind her gaze, something on the verge of insanity but the shadow of mercy staves it off, forever hoping to be re-lit, the heart praying to start beating again. She must have a dark past and the male must have shared it. By the way they look at each other, I would guess siblings, perhaps even twins. Their gazes are intimate, but not in the same way as lovers, but the same feeling that makes you think they can read each others' minds. Perhaps the female's is more closed off than her counterparts, she certainly seems the mystery. Kershov will have a ball with these two. The male shows off scars, showing his battle colors but again, the look in his eyes speaks of another story. Does he hate violence? I bet if I were to threaten the female, he would defend her till his dying breath. Such is the love that runs thick in blood. I have no living siblings or I would know the feeling. Instead I can only imagine. Finally I lift my head to show my rank as Beta and step out where they can see me, emerald green and sky blue falling on the male then the female, piercing them with a sharp keen gaze before my smooth lyrics reach their ears, authority running deep as acid in my tone even as it teases the ear drums, like a cat playing with the tip of a piece of yarn. "You don't look like you know so here's the drill. You roll over and let your spines kiss the dirt then we'll talk acceptance into the pack. I don't even want your names till I see your tender stomach. Ka-peesh?" |
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- :C - By vynil. July 7, 2013 at 06:33:39 PM