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 13, 2013 at 05:03:16 AM by Henadin
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ He had startled her – that much was clear. The timbero could see her hackles raised and his sensitive auds picked up on the sound of a warning coming from her chest, but all of that disappeared when she realized that it was him. She smiled, and Henadin thought that he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Her smile, the way she gazed upon him, her swollen form and his flesh and blood next to her… the moment would have been perfect if she was not in pain, and if the third pup had not been dead. As he moved to her side and nuzzled against her neck, another sound released itself from her throat, this one of content and love. Henadin returned the sound, a loving rumble clumsily stumbling out of his maw, its sound gruff and rough. As he noticed the dead pup, the smile that had been laying upon her maw disappeared. The brute had spoken to her then, seemingly putting her at ease as the smile faintly appeared once more. She leaned against him slightly, her cranium fitting perfectly against his after he had curled his form around her. Shush. 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. Henadin nuzzled against her, agreeing with her every word. He would like nothing more than for the Alphess to check on the health of his offspring. She whimpered when he brought up Terrel however, and as dearly as he had wished to not cause her distress, he had felt that she would want news of him. She leaned harder against him. Henadin found himself silenced, and though this in itself was not unusual, the brute was filled of awe. Though Channing had done most of the work, Henadin’s blood also ran through the pup’s veins, and their flesh was also of his flesh. They were his pups, his family. The love that he had felt for Channing, that he still felt and always would feel for Channing, was now also extended toward these pups. The timbero raised himself slowly away from the femme, nuzzling her lovingly before he went to inspect the fourth and final pup that had just been whelped, a boy. It began to move toward Henadin, away from Channing and the mammaries, so Henadin’s warm tongue began to nuzzle the pup, cleaning the birthing fluids off of it’s coat and nudging it slowly toward Channing and her teats. After the pup found one of her teats, Henadin slowly moved the third pup that had been born, the dead one. His maw gently closed upon its nape and picked it up. He hoped to hide it from Channing while she was caring for her three remaining pups so as to save his mate from distress. Quietly, the brute exited the cavern and brought the pup to Staircase Falls. After he had disposed of the pup, he returned to his mate’s side and picked up his previous station, curling his form around Channing, his tongue bathing her and cleaning off all of her sweat. As his maw passed near her aud, he whispered to her. “You, my love, are amazing.” As he nuzzled and groomed the femme, his mind began to work, thinking up some names for the pups. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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