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 17, 2013 at 08:58:43 PM by Channing.
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With one final push, four beautiful pups had been brought into the world. The last to be born had arrived just after Henadin and the timber hued ess finally felt the pain of labour begin to retract. Her body released its tension, her muscles becoming limp and relaxed though she was far from able to rest fully. Her pups needed her now. Her amber orbs followed the lad’s muzzle finally falling to his eyes. He had fallen quiet, admiration clear on his features. The lass smiled slightly, her body too exhausted to even parade gestures that came so naturally. Her body shuddered as the male moved away from her side, the warmth leaving her body. The vixen returned the loving nuzzle before her tired orbs, barely able to stay open, watched him move towards the last pup. Thankfully the brute allowed his tongue to run over the youngster, removing the birthing sack and stimulating the little ones lungs. Slowly but surely he guided him to the warmth and safety of her stomach and the colostrum needed to protect him for the first few months of his life. Channing tenderly gazed over the three live pups, two of which were sleeping soundly in her fur. She licked all three tenderly before her eyelids slowly drifted downwards and she fell into a light sleep. A sudden rush of warmth woke the female with sudden urgency. She instinctively moved her gaze towards the three pups nuzzling them all to make sure they were thriving. A warm tongue caused her head to spin round and take in the form of her mate. His grooming was a pleasant experience and the lass relaxed deeply into it, nearly falling asleep again. ’You, my love, are amazing.’ The timber ess said nothing, to drained to construct sentences. Her tongue slithered down the lad’s muzzle her body slinking down to relax once again when an unfamiliar scent entered the den and the lass’ eyes opened wide another warning growl releasing from her weapons. ’Congratulations. One could call me a doctor, of sorts... but with your permission I would love to inspect your newborns.’ The words, although unfamiliar, were not those of the threatening sort and the new mother shut off the warning hum drumming through her chest. The warriors of Abendrot were yet to go back on their promise of safety and so despite her instincts the lass allowed the softest lyrics she could to flow from her throat. ”Thank you.” She shifted herself slightly as to see the stranger better without disrupting the younglings. ”If you say you are a doctor then enter.” Marx and Enigma were still playing guard outside the den, but Channing struggled to hear and see the two and so for now paid them no mind. There would come a time where she would be confronted by the two again, them and their Alpha and the lass squirmed visibly at the thought. No wolf except Kershov would know what he wanted to do with the family and only he would carry out the action. Channing ~ Adult Female ~ SawTooth ~ Tied to Henadin ~ Mother of Terrel, Macaria, Roheryn, |
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