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 16, 2013 at 00:45:32 AM by Enigma
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Everything seems to be going to plan. The female is inside giving birth, her pains of labor making me restless as I shift my weight and give a deep sigh, trying to relax. Alas, it is not to be so though. I snap my head up at the approaching paws. None other than Marx has followed me here. I can't help but give him a smirk of greeting, though it's a tight smirk. He comes to sit beside me, giving me silent company as it were. Not long after, a male approached and my hackles bristle instinctively because he doesn't smell of our pack. He smells of hers. When he asks permission to enter, I force my hackles smooth. Kershov must have let them come here. Wonderful, more spies to check out our pack. I nod a tight lipped assent with my head, two toned eyes watching him like a hawk as he descends into the den. I keep one ear flicked back in case Channing has a protest or two about him being here but she seems excited to see him so I leave them be. Must be her mate. In the tundra, no one was allowed to be around a birthing mother except the alpha. There were no healers. You had to be tough or die trying. The alpha was there to inspect every cub born. If they were deemed unworthy, they were killed on the spot. If they passed inspection, they were allowed to suckle at their mothers' teats and look forward to a life of training and survival. That is, if they could survive their first year. Mine didn't even survive their first week. I grind my fangs harder at this thought but when I feel Marx's tongue on my muzzle, I snap back to reality. I look up at him, sensing his questions. In answer, I offer another tight lipped smile. Yes, we'll talk about it later in private. I can sense his delicate side coming out, but I can also sense a restlessness and I have a hunch on that. He knows that since Channing has this den to herself for tonight, I'll need a place to stay and that leaves one other den open that I've been staying at on and off the past few weeks. His den. The thought alone makes me squirm a little with anticipation. A night alone, just the two of us. Oh boy. Another presence is approaching and my head snaps around, forgetting my excitement for the moment. I smell the pack scent on this one though and when she gets closer, I feel myself relaxing. Ivev, the pack healer. I nod at her to go on in and she does. I can hear her asking Channing if she can inspect the pups. Rather her than me. I notice another presence sitting off to the side, this onealso stinking of Saw Tooth. The way she holds herself is only the way a regal would. Well, golly gee, looks like we get the alpha in our borders, lucky us. I dip my head to her in greeting but that's all she gets. After all, she's not my alpha. Trying to force my mind onto other matters, I find my head turning back to the shadow male beside me. My muzzle lifts to his ear, a whisper for him alone. "So...plans for tonight?" I smirk as I lower my head back to its normal height, green and blue eyes twinkling with mischief. |
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- How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. July 17, 2013 at 08:58:43 PM