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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Sweet as Honey
IP: 98.216.121.157
Posted on July 6, 2013 at 08:09:22 PM by Macaria

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The contractions of her mother’s uterus woke her from her slumber and she began to stir, her tiny legs began to kick as they so often did. But this time was different, for the contractions began to jostle the unborn pup and push her downwards. Stress began to overcome her as the space grew tighter. However, once it was so tight that she couldn’t move, she went motionless. It was instinctual, a reflex that she couldn’t held. Being swaddled by the tightness of the cervix caused all of her motion to cease. But then it disappeared and she all of sudden left the slick warmth of her mother’s bodice. A harsh noise came rushing into the pup’s blackened auds and they began to swivel, trying to find the source of the first noise that she heard. But she could not see anything – her eyes were shut tightly and would be for a while yet. But the ground she had landed upon was softish, grainy, though none of these words or textures she knew. All that she knew was that a chill had come over her, and a tightening was growing in chest. But the pup had never taken a breath before, she did not know that the tightening, the pain, was due to a lack of oxygen in her lungs. That in the real world, as a living member of the world, she needed to breathe.

She tried to crawl back the way she had come. She wanted to return to the comforting warmth of her mother. But then her nares came across a scent and by pure instinct her lungs opened, allowing her taste her mother’s scent, and when she exhaled, a strong ‘mew’ emerged from her tiny maw, a high pitched screech of a soprano her first sound. The blinded pup continued to make such screeches, hoping to get her mother’s attention, for another sensation began to fill her stomach, and also her skin. Her stomach began to ache, for once the umbilicus had broken, her constant flow of nutrients had ceased and she was hungry. Or rather, for now she was thirsty for her mother’s milk. Maw opening and closing, the pup searched for her mother’s teat, for one of the eight that lined her mother’s abdomen, her little tongue trying to aid in guiding her muzzle. As she traveled backward on the slimy path that she had made, she finally came into contact with her mother’s warm flesh and searched, nudging along, until she finally found a teat and with a sudden burst of strength, latched onto her mother’s teat. Her tongue, not pink like most others’, but black instead, curled around the tunnel and began to suck out the sweet nutrients that were beginning to leak from them in response to the stimulation.

The other sensation, the one that plagued her skin, aside from the sticking of the gravel to her pelt, was that of utter loneliness. In the womb, she had felt others, her siblings, moving along with her. But now she was alone in the world. Where were her siblings? Who were they?

As her stomach began to fill, she ceased her drinking and tried to curl up in her mother’s stomach once more before tilting her head upward at her mother, though she couldn’t see her. The pup smiled before curling up, her full black, wet pelt shivering from the fresh air, falling asleep sweetly.
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||Macaria|| ||Loveless|| ||Saw Tooth|| ||Unborn Pup|| ||*Azura*||





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