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 8, 2013 at 04:00:41 PM by Channing.
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After hours of struggling through contractions and breathing through pain she had never felt before, the agony of labour delivered life and it was the most beautiful thing Channing had been subjected to. All the suffering and agonising pain had been worth it and for know her full concentration was on the pup curled up by her hind legs. The smell of blood and screeching switched the girl’s maternal instincts into over drive and she immediately tended to the vulnerable form wobbling round on the cold floor. The timber ess licked her offspring tenderly, removing the sack covering her daughter’s fur. Her tongue also ran along the pup’s neck stimulating her lungs and making her breath. Once satisfied that her first born was clean and alive the mother nudged the pup gently towards her stomach allowing her to suckle happily until she was full. Channing gazed tenderly over the tiny form snuggled into her stomach a smile growing on her kissers as the little princess fell to sleep all most instantly. When a faint growl reached the mothers auds she gazed up, fierce amber orbs burning. With her hormones everywhere she would not let anyone get near her pups unless they had good reason to do so and when a noise that simulated fighting fluttered round the den Channing couldn’t help but feel overprotective. As her eyes moved upwards she realised that the growl was emitted from Enigma’s maw and the timber ess managed to retain her motherly instincts and simply looked over the ess as she turned her back towards the den leaving Channing to do what needed to be done. With her focus now falling back onto the darkened ball curled up by her still severely swollen stomach, the lass continued to lick the pup whispering words of comfort to her in order to create the bond between mother and pup. Every time the pup squirmed or squealed the timber hued ess nudged her gently providing comfort to the sleepy form; the femme herself trying to catch some sleep between contractions and tending to her first born daughter. She knew full well that her labour was not finished yet and she would need to conserve energy in any way she could. Every so often, when she wasn’t trying to sleep, breathing through a contraction or tending to her puppy, the lass would glance upwards towards the entrance of the den, catching the forms of two Abendrot warriors seated either side of the opening. The sun beat down outside though the den was dark and cool and dried the sweat that was matted to the female’s pelt relaxing her slightly. If only Henadin had been here to witness the birth of his heirs. Channing felt the urge to push once again; her bodice writhed in agony as it had done with the first birth and her face contorted with pain. The aroma of blood caused the lass to twist her head round her nose and muzzle searching out the second pup in her litter. A grey and brown form lay next to her hind limb, yelping and squirming just like his sister. As she did before the mother licked tenderly at her son, removing the birthing sack from around his cloak. She stimulated his breathing and only relaxed when her son was safely suckling at her teat. Then and only then did Channing release her breath, fatigue overwhelming her senses now. After birthing two wonderful younglings, the lass wasn’t sure how many more pups she was expecting and was dreadfully aware that she was swiftly running out of energy. Her pink tongue lolled from his jaws as she panted heavily, desperately trying to cool herself down and reserve energy for the next birthing. Beads of sweat trickled from her coat making her fur damp and matted. Her subconscious mind cried out for Henadin. It begged for him to come and rescue her, to take her back to Saw Tooth and back to the safety of her home, though the squeaks of her pups brought her back from her daydreams. Her amber orbs managed to get a better look at the young she had produced; the first female holding a black colouration and the second male being blessed with a mix of both parents. His body was a dark brown similar to Channing’s but his face was masked with grey that trickled down onto his front legs. Both of the pups were beautiful and worth the hassle she had been through the past few months, her only anguish now was how she would ever get away from Abendrot and how Terrel would react to his new siblings. Channing ~ Adult Female ~ SawTooth ~ Tied to Henadin ~ Mother of Terrel, Macaria, Roheryn & expecting. |
Replies:
- [S H A T T E R P O I N T] - By Blayre July 9, 2013 at 08:19:41 AM
Can you hear the silence - By Henadin July 11, 2013 at 03:21:12 AM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. July 11, 2013 at 09:09:46 PM
FALLING STARDUST;; - By ALTAIR July 12, 2013 at 00:19:42 AM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin July 13, 2013 at 05:03:16 AM
there is a light that never goes out - By i v e v July 13, 2013 at 06:51:31 PM
I never said you'd survive your fall - By Marx July 14, 2013 at 03:37:06 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma July 16, 2013 at 00:45:32 AM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. July 17, 2013 at 08:58:43 PM