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 14, 2013 at 09:16:10 PM by k o b a t o
She didn't hear his first words that he spoke to her after she began smiling at him. She couldn't hear him. She could only see his mouth moving open and closed, words coming out, but no sound for Kobato to hear. No, Kobato had not gone deaf. There was enough air to her brain that had saved her nerves from being damaged. No physical pain had been inflicted upon her, and therefore there was no reason as to why she could not hear. Perhaps it was just a small thing that would eventually come back to her. In any case, she did not worry about it. What was worth worrying over? She couldn't remember why she was here, wherever she was. Small flashbacks faded in and out, and she got a small hint as to why she had collapsed at Abendrot's borders... but for some reason, perhaps the same one that she could not, or rather-- would not hear. Vladya had stopped far enough away from the little princess to allow a magnetic pulse to surge through her and force her to put even more strength into both standing and leaning in his direction. Mumbling came from his mug, and Kobato pricked her listeners forwards, truly trying to hear him... but it was no use. Either way, it must not have been important, for he was suddenly closer to her. That heartful smile spilled onto her lips again and she allowed herself to let go for a brief second. It seemed like an eternity before she collided with his pale pelt. But when she finally did close the distance, she felt as if she could just sit there, leaning into him, for centuries. Her toffee portals closed halfway as the warmth was transferred from his body to hers. She felt, she felt.... she felt-- what did she feel? What was that feeling that caused her to think so hard? Was it "safe" that was the word she was looking for? No-- it couldn't be, for Kobato had never felt anything close to being in danger. Perhaps it was "wanted." Yes, that fit in there somewhere. But... "home?" Home. What was a home to her? She who had wandered so much and so long that she had forgotten almost entirely as to why she was doing so in the first place. "At ease." "Comfortable." "Wanted." "Home." Yes. Home fit... to an extent. It was not exactly what she was looking for but there was no other explanation for the emotion that thawed her muscles and chased away the stillness of her organs. She could feel them again. Even more so than she had not minutes before when her eyes had fluttered open. Beside her though, the soldier tensed. What was it? Her smile faltered and the beginnings of a frown was thrown into the demon's pelt. But that took even more energy than a smile did, and it was soon casted back into a discard pile. Sound suddenly burst into existence. Everything. What caught her attention immediately, however, was the sound of Vladya's breathing. It was different than the way her lungs took in air. His seemed more... forced, though it was steadier than hers was. Hers was a plea for help while his was something that she could predict the timing of. Rhythmatic and soothing. Her heart hurt. Was "home" supposed to make her heart hurt? She turned her dial so that half of her palette was staring out of his cloak, while the other half remained buried in it. No... "home" was supposed to be easy to call your own. Vladya could not be called "home." It did not fit her mouth to call him her own. Her heart stung again and she winced in response. Iced portals on a black face dominated her vision and she slid her face back into the males pelt, wishing whatever creature the portals belonged to, away. Kobato was hiding. Just as a child would against an unseen monster. But this was not all she did. She spoke, the words gingerly placed upon her tongue, then sent off into the unknown for the war boy beside her to hear and process. Muffled slightly, though still audible. I wanted to see you. These were not the simple words they so easily could be perceived as. These were the words that Kobato, not minutes before, had been too shy to speak. She thought it not to be the right time... but as the gales changed their destination on the compass rose and blew straight towards the hidden duo, her faith in them was restored. An unknown cologne was carried to them and Kobato felt Vladya stop his regular breathing. A nitch in the systematic cadence that had soothed her up until now. One cannot hide behind a stone wall forever. This being said, the adopted princess of Munashii Gekko escaped her hiding place and turned her neck so that she may face whatever was coming full on. Being Kobato, she did not stand still when the beast's heart beside her fluttered to a different beat. Instead, she willed herself to move so that she may be more in front of him. He had pushed life back into her. She was alive because of him. Whatever had almost killed her... that pain.. had been lifted from her shoulders and put on Vladya's. He was not only carrying his own world anymore... but he also had a huge land mass from hers as well. Atlas holding up the sky could not impress the small empress any longer. She was weak. She was small. But she was breathing. And this was a debt that could only be repayed when the life slipped from her jowls and her soul joined... joined... Joined..? Who was she meeting..? Was there someone that she had wished to meet? Yes. Yes there was. But... Ioryogi. Unbearable pain surged through her, nearly knocking her to the flat ground beneath her. She steadied herself. That was the reason why she had become a broken doll? Her shoulders were still slumped, audettes facing backwards, nervous. She was just an inch or two in front of the white prisoner of Abendrot now. She dare not move farther. He was now deemed her life support system. If she was not with him, she could not-- would not keep breathing. Whoever was coming... the way they had made Vladya's heart change beats... her portals wavered and she looked back up... it really... made her angry. Kobato was not raised by parents. She created herself. And this is why she was always honest with both herself and others. Whatever Vladya's reaction had been to her sincere words... it was not in her right to dwell over now. What was said had been said. What was conveyed was beyond her knowledge. Perhaps he had taken them for their literal meaning. Perhaps he had found the same meaning behind them that Ko herself did. Perhaps he had not even heard them at all. Or he chose to ignore them. And it made even more sense now that her head was clearing of it's dreadful haze that kept her under a coma for weeks. Ioryogi had possessed her heart. With his death, Kobato's reason for living had been slaughtered. Yet she had gone to the place that she knew she was not finished with. Unfinished... and a small tug that led her in that direction. "Home" is not exactly the word she felt. It was "love." But what would a naive, heartbroken, innocent and pure angel know of such a word? Well... It had dragged her back to the world of the living hadn't it? ...  |
IM LISTENING TO CUTE CRUSH ADORABLE MUSIC CAN YOU TELL?!
I call in dramatic music for Ko right now
this post sucked so bad
Im sorry...
she's so cheesy, but it's Kobato, so she can pull it off. <3
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV July 24, 2013 at 05:58:27 PM
rusted mirrors - By k o b a t o July 26, 2013 at 06:22:09 PM
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rusted mirrors - By k o b a t o August 10, 2013 at 05:10:57 PM
BE THE ONE I'LL ALWAYS KNOW . . . - By VLADYA September 6, 2013 at 01:54:41 PM
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