Can you hear the silence

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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Can you hear the silence
IP: 98.216.121.157
Posted on July 11, 2013 at 03:21:12 AM by Henadin

OOC - soooooo sorry about the lack of a table... I'm on my iPad so I'm slacking

Kershov had announced to the whole of the Saw Tooth pack that the femme had collapsed on his border, wracked with the pains of labor and that he had granted her sanctuary within the den of of his underlings. Though he had stated that he had not harmed her and that he had no intention of ever harming her, the Alpha had not stated any words of safety about Henadin's and Channing's unborn pups. He had been curt and rude with the King at first, his silent normality completely discarded when the safety of his family was in question. However, now that the trio were traveling inside of Abendrot's borders, the brute found himself watching his tongue like he used to. He travelled silently, the only sound that of his paws treading upon the earth. Nice muddy orbs continually scanned his surroundings in order to catch any movement. His normal untrusting personality saw only the possibility of Channing's presence in Abendrot as a means to an end - the end of Saw Tooth. Though he was a good fighter, and Moth was as well, there was a low likelihood that they would be able to escape should the whole of the Abendrot pack come down upon him. And so his orbs scanned for movement in case they chose to ambush them.

His nares however had a different job altogether - they were focused upon tracking down his mate. Each breath allowed his olfactories to examine the scents upon the air and he changed his direction slightly each time, his muscled haunches providing the power needed to continue loping with long strides throughout the land. Until finally, he came upon a den that had a femme sentry standing outside of it. By the overwhelming stench emitting itself from the opening, Henadin knew not only that the den belonged to this far, but that his mate lay within. Slowly, he dipped his head in greeting and awaited her permission to enter the den, hoping that with Kershov's presence there would be no difficulties. After receiving the fae's permission,the brute wasted no time in entering, ducking his neck in order to protect his cranium from being scraped.

After his eyes had time to adjust Channing came into his line of sight and a hey bark emitted itself from his maw before he rushed to her side and nuzzled against her neck carefully, before his nares flared at alien scents. His gaze travelled downward and saw three smells pups on the ground. One was asleep by the femme's teats, a faeling colored black completely. Her belly was swollen with milk, and Henadin moved around the pregnant fae carefully in order to lick the pup and inhale her scent, committing it to memory. The second pup that he saw was a bruteling with a silver mask and stomach, but the rest of him matched his mother's coat. This one seemed to have finished nursing as well and was curling up trying to fall asleep himself. The third pup lay still, however, too still. Henadin knew that sometimes stillbirths occurred, and decided to rejoice in the fact that he had two live offspring rather than lament the death of this one for the moment.

"My love, my heart, I am so sorry that I was here for you. Are you alright? Are you still in labor? Have you thought up any names? Is there anything you need? Moth is here also... She thought that it would be best if only her and I came. Terrell is well... Worried about you, but well." His words seemed to flow in an uncontrollable manner, his gruff voice ringing up full of worry.

Replies:

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

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