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 10, 2013 at 12:41:27 PM by fallyn.
For a few days after leaving Spring Grounds, she simply revelled in the freedom that the descent had given her, but after that, when she started looking for employment, there came the realization that Blossom Forest was not filled with the kind of wolves that needed her services. Another three days later, after smoothing along a divorce scandal and delivering of parcel of puppies (alive, unfortunately, though they probably were subject to mental scars now) to their overjoyed dam, it became apparent that this new land was nothing like her previous lands, which were war-torn and therefore filled with potential quarry and the employers that wanted them dead. In her old home, her reputation and the excess of targets had packs and individuals seeking her out to kill their enemies, allies and anyone else who pissed them off. Here, it seemed like there were none of the cowardly planner types hanging around the freelands. If she was to survive as a mercenary, she would have to get in with one of the alphas of the packs and offer them her services.
She wasn't the spy type, but even so, a very simple reconnaissance trip gave her the information she needed to know about the plausible future employers (tycoons, if you will) that ruled the territories. It was even more simple to discern that the alpha male known as Kershov would be the least likely to take offence at her vocation. Having nothing much to lose, the grey femme trotted herself toward the borders of Abendrot, the famed home of the strictly organized, battle ready pack that was always open to trained killers.
The scent of the king was so strong on the well marked borders that Fallyn's delicate olfactory system got the message of the fence's precise location from over ten yards away. Her lips wrinkled involuntarily as she sniffed the heady aroma, noting the overwhelming masculinity of the one who had done the urinating with a touch of concealed pleasure. She did not want to deal with another member of the fairer sex as her boss so soon after ditching Shanti. Not one to waste time, the scarred lady lifted her own skull, noticing a duo of personages lingered not to far from her current location. The mercenary bella donna trotted toward those scents, staying well away from the border as she did so to avoid getting attacked by the over-zealous soldiers that her paranoid source had warned her about. It didn't take too long to reach a place that she could faintly discern that words were being spoken. She couldn't quite catch what was being said, but it sounded like an amusing scene.
Her stance was somewhat enigmatic as she ghosted through the gnarled trees, her multi-toned coat allowing her to blend in to the ominous atmosphere. Her tail was hanging down loosely, belying no threat, but her black tipped ears were perked with her intense interest. Her tawny eyes held in them the spark of her razor intelligence which, although not apparent at this very moment, lurked near the surface, well-prepared should a battle of wits arise. Fallyn's frame was heavily scarred by wounds gone by, but nevertheless her coat grew thick and lush over her muscular body, which, although lean, was not skinny. Prey had been running well in the freelands, and she had regularly fed as a resident of Spring Grounds. At this moment, she was the picture of health.
Her pace was slow as she approached. Fallyn lowered herself to a sit when she was within sight of the magnificent alpha. Although she was far enough away to not present a threat, she remained wary, her instincts not allowing her to relax. For now, she simply watched, golden mirrors taking in the little play in front of her with the detached interest of a window shopper. The alpha male was currently pinning a weaker creature to the ground. She had missed a lot of the conversation that had went on, and only knew that the oppressed canine was being drilled for information about Cold Summers. She hoped that such humiliating displays weren't standard practise for those joining Abendrot, but was too fixated on at least attempting to join to turn away just yet. It wasn't like the tri-toned female had never been pinned in her life – it wasn't that bad if the one on top actually had some merit.
And speaking of merit, the mighty commander of Abendrot certainly did have some things going for him. Fallyn settled more contentedly into her spot, though the watchful tenseness did not leave her completely as she waited for the correct moment to step forward to introduce herself to the glacial overlord. Until the time came, she would be patient. After all, she hadn't gotten much of a chance to watch such shows in Spring Grounds, and it was always good to observe. Observation was the preliminary stage of the hunt, after all – it was something of a habit by now. The return to this kind of environment brought with it the return of her ferality. She could feel the fake semblance of decency completely exiting as her soul sank back into the confines of hell. If she had been less interested in the scene before her and more focused on her pysche, she might have waved to the many skeletons that had fallen out of her closet.
Replies:
- ~travel long distances~ - By Canada July 13, 2013 at 05:57:57 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV July 24, 2013 at 03:42:53 AM
~travel long distances~ - By Canada July 30, 2013 at 04:58:28 AM