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 15, 2013 at 00:24:47 AM by Katja
Mwonaji continued to sulk through the dark, old forest without direction. She could feel the refreshing energy radiating from the moon, just as it did every night but here it felt different somehow. In this forest, she could feel the protection of the canopy formed by the ancient trees that were twisted and tangled amongst one another, preventing any of the moon’s radiance to penetrate through. The result of which led to a silent, sleepless night. What only seemed like a few hours passed in this dead and uninhabitable place when the energetic optimism and safety radiating from the moon slowly began to fade. Mwonaji knew that the sun should be risen soon although she could not tell how soon in this timeless terrain. The darkness of it did not bother her though, as the light did not much affect her. In fact, she had an advantage in darkness. Where other wolves were distracted by their inhibited sight, it was something she was… What was that? ... Mwonaji perked up her ears and spun in the direction of the scent. She knew it was time. She had to be brave and force herself to trust him. She could not seem hostile, not in her condition. She decided to stay alert but keep going, allowing him to approach her. Its not like she needed to watch him approach to tell his manner. Mwonaji kept close to the trees where she could sense branches low enough to jump if need be. He approached slowly and cautiously, not wanting to startle her. Mwonaji could feel his relaxed heartbeat and his air of optimism as he approached her. Just before he came up beside her, she could feel him flex his muscles. It did not seem a threatening act, more like a self-reassurance but it spooked her all the same. Mwonaji darted around the tree, poising to jump and sensing the other watching. He was no longer tense but remained calm, waiting. What was she doing? She was acting like a child, running away from any possible danger. That was the reason her two-legged companion was dead and she was in this situation anyway. She cautiously peered out around the tree that now separated the two. The male was clearly not going to harm her, although he easily could. He also seemed concerned about her injuries and the foreign blood of the two-legged on her hide, as she knew any of her kind would be wary of. She needed to be brave. This was her only chance to rejoin her own kind and learn the art of healing. Mwonaji cautiously padded out from around the tree. She had to trust him. She walked up to him with her ears back slightly, in a self-disappointed and apologetic manner. She sat back on her haunches and lowered her head below the level of his chin, the only sign of submission she could remember from the last time she had run with her own kind, so many years ago. She stayed perfectly still in this position, attempting to relax her tense and frightened body, awaiting this contemplative male’s response. ||Mwonaji|| ||No Mate|| ||No Pack|| ||Teen|| ||*Katja*|| |
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