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 06:51:31 PM by i v e v
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From the crest of the hill, a blatant, slowly healing path of destruction was sunken into the forest. I could see it's clues as I stood on the unhindered ridge, the quiet tug of wind sweeping the grass under my feet. From here I could observe impossibly tall elms leaning on one another, the upright ones holding the unsteady with powerful, black branches. Debris had been swept out onto the grass knolls by some unseen force, tossing twigs and thick knots of leaves across the usually clean grass. So even visibly Abendrot's haunts were un akin to what they had been when I exited in the beginning of spring. But there was a misconception as to why I had even showed the unsteadiness of one beginning to realize a mistake. I had never really meant to leave this place. But circumstances had pushed me otherwise. A gentle flick along my hind legs set me into motion, and I half-slid, half-rambled down the steep grade of the hill and towards the rather musty borders. Ah, the scents were oh so familiar now, and nothing like they were when I first stood, toe to toe with the invisible lines. Now I halted, a different reason for my uncertainty blocking my feet from moving any further. The pack was silently pulling me back in, as if I had been subjected to some sort of magnetization with its' forests. But I hadn't left on the easiest of footings. But I never wished to disclose my reasons; they would be too damaging to my career. Or so I thought, anyways, and I had no close confidants to converse with. So the question that now arose in my consciousness: was I permanently screwing myself by going ahead with this next step? Well, whatever animosity that was bound to arise would have to be pushed aside. My mind had now focused as I sucked in a breath of air, originally meant to calm myself. In the atmosphere wafted the unmistakable aroma of a female- birthing. I knew it only too well. It was a strange scent-tag, perhaps a new fae that had come in my absence? Without any hesitation now I pushed my pure white fur over the line and into the territory. The mulch under my step was springy and moist, as if it had been soaked by heavy rain. I wouldn't know; the place I had been in for the past two months was a land of drought. But here the watery, musty aroma mixed with Abendrot, wolves moving quickly over the terra, grinding their digits into unmarked paths. Against this forest of blood, new life had just come, and I was trotting along one of these trails towards it. The General's, Enigma, scent was growing stronger, and I vaguely recognized this recluse of the forest. Her den was here, tucked away from sight and I myself had only passed it once on my ramblings. Other wolves had traversed before me, their aromas becoming jumbled and heated. Marx. Kershov. And two wolves I had not yet met. And it wasn't long before I slipped into the open space and came into contact with Enigma, standing slightly away as a male canine hovered at the lip of the den. The pup and milk-scent was wafting from it, almost sickly-strong as the memories fought their way to the forefront of my mind. But I would not succumb to them, and I shook my skull. Even though birthing for a wolf was not as difficult, as it might be for, say, a primate, but there were still countless complications that could arise. Slowly I came forward, but there was no nervousness in my step as I came up alongside the brute, and in quite small comparison. But my lights flickered down the dark recess of the den, only to meet the eyes of a female curled up around a bundle of pups. But something drew my attentions down to a tiny creature, limp in a puddle of fluid. The scene was all too fitting for my own experience, but that was unimportant. The vixen resting in Enigma's den was nursing well, and there was no odd smells wafting from any of them. It was a shame I wasn't there to assist in the birth, as it could be traumatic without proper procedure. Especially if one was so far from home. I stepped away as I observed the obvious father slip into the tunnel and picked the apparently lifeless bundle up from the mother's hind paw. Something.. I shook my head away. The pair was already comforting each other, and I was rather elated that this unknown mother had such a healthy litter, and none of them were in apparent danger. I would have liked to done a closer exam, especially on the little ones' breathing strength, but I wouldn't barge in as such. I would need her permission. And it wasn't much help that I was unrelated and an apparent healer for a rival pack, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, anyway. Congratulations. I dropped my head in a slight inclination, then turned my attention to the male. One could call me a doctor, of sorts... but with your permission I would love to inspect your newborns. ❄ i v e v ❆ |
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