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 11, 2013 at 09:09:46 PM by Channing.
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Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. Worried amber orbs gazed over the tiny grey pup curled up on the floor in a puddle of blood and birthing sack. A cold wet nose was pushed against the pup as a whimper was released into the atmosphere. Channing had known that a still born was normal and to be expected, but it was all too surreal when it happened. Despite the fact that the pup was deadly silent the mother would not give up on her pup until it was physically dragged away from her. Just as she had done with the other two pups, the timber hued ess tenderly cleaned the still pup, moving her closer to her body but not towards her teats. It would be too heart breaking. Despite the emotions that were building up inside her, Channing stayed remarkably calm. Her concentration was now on the two live pups that were nestled comfortably in her stomach fur; their little bellies full of milk. All her energy would be put towards them and the chance of offspring she still had in her womb. Grieving would be done at a more suitable time- if the pup was truly dead. With each and every breath the vixen took in, the scent of blood came with it. In fact it was hard to decipher anything else but her ears worked just fine and were not affected by the scents in the den. At the sound of foot falls heading towards the den, Channing’s hackles raised slightly a warning growl sounding from her throat. After the death of one of her offspring she was an emotional and hormonal mess and was not in the mood to be nice to anyone. When a strange form appeared at the entrance of the den and began to make their way inside, a louder more defensive snarl was shot their way. If they came any closer they would... And then the noise stopped. Hackles disappeared and the lass found herself wanting to rise from her position to greet the form. Henadin was here. A small and relieved smile caressed the vixen’s lips as her mate placed his head in her thick neck fur, the embrace bringing a small sigh from her throat. His eyes then travelled down to take in the pups settled by her stomach. He gave the two live pups a loving nuzzle before his eyes met the third born heir laid on the cold floor of the den. The smile disappeared from the femme’s face as she wondered how he would react, until his words reached her auds. ’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.’ Although his words were full of anxiety and panic, they were full and confident sentences proving just how much he cared for the little family. A small half smile appeared once again as the lass placed her forehead against his, both fitting perfectly. Her stargazers closed for a brief second as she breathed in his scent before allowing soft lyrics to slip from her jaws. ”Shush.” Her vocals were soothing and calming hoping to make the male relax. ”I am fine my love, and yes I am still in labour. You will get to witness your heir being born. When labour is over I would like Moth to check over our pups, but for now I am fine.” When Terrel was brought into the equation, another small whimper escaped her jaws as she pressed a little harder into the grey male’s forehead. The thought of how scared he must have been terrorised the vixen to death and she would make sure to apologise for everything when she got home. ”Right now I need to concentrate on the pups. I will de...” Her words were cut off as yet another contraction powered through her womb causing her to grit her teeth and whimper slightly. Another pup was on its way. Channing ~ Adult Female ~ SawTooth ~ Tied to Henadin ~ Mother of Terrel, Macaria, Roheryn, OOC- So we are going to say that Henadin takes Blayre away from Channing without her knowing. She will be pre-occupied with the other pups and will not notice that the pup has gone. Then in the mad panic of having to choose a pup to stay in Abendrot and becoming slightly depressed with that fact she will sort of forget about the pup UNTIL... Well we have a little plot planned :P |
Replies:
- 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