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 26, 2013 at 10:45:58 AM by Channing.
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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, too 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, along with her brood, slept silently under the star lit sky. Darkness had slithered into the den not long after the birth of the last pup, though the timber ess hadn’t witnessed the arrival of the night. The squirming puppies would stir the female from her sleep motivating her to tend for them before both parties would drift off once again. The newly founded family rested tranquilly, unaware of the heartbreaking decision looming over head in the intentions of a certain alabaster king. A cold chill rested its icy fingers upon the timber vixen’s skin causing her to arouse abruptly and search the litter lying by her stomach. Every sound and movement forced the lass to open her tired orbs in fear that something may have happened to her beloved pups, but so far all were safe. Slowly the wolf’s vision became clearer, allowing the ess to inspect her pups more thoroughly. One. Two. Three. The fatigued female nuzzled each of her heirs before resting her head on her paws and drifting off once again. It wasn’t long before heavy paw steps jolted the female out of her sleep. Her senses shifted to the highest level meaning nothing could stay hidden for long. The litter still slept silently, all except for one who had woken to suckle but even he didn’t stay awake for long. Amber orbs glinted dimly in the night, searching the opening of the lair for any sign of movement but what she found did nothing to settle her nerves. The apparition moved forwards, appearing out of the shadows like a spectre. The female shuffled somewhat at the presumptions as to why the ghostly figure was making head towards the loaned den and when the mellifluous and commanding lyrics swept into the lair like a wraith, she knew the time had come. This wolf was no common varg, this was Kershov and he apparently wanted to talk. Hesitant to leave her young, the timber ess nudged her mate gently. It was hard to tell in the darkness whether he had also picked up on the royal presence and so she hoped her movement would wake him if he still slept. Slowly she lifted her aching body off the ground and tenderly moved the pups closer together so that each could provide warmth for another. Once she was sure that her pups were safe and would be kept warm for just long enough she left the den coming face to face with the King. In respect the vixen kept her gaze from falling directly onto his eyes. Her body portrayed the subordinate posture expected of lower ranking wolves, though she still held an air of power, confidence and grace. He was an Alpha and would be given the respect he had earned but he was not her alpha. The vixen kept her voice and tone quiet much like Kershov had done when he addressed them. If he had built the conversation on that level, she was more than happy to keep it that way. When she was fully emerged from the den she allowed her cranium to dip in a thankful manner biding her time to speak. ”We will listen. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated. It is the least we can do.” On the outside Channing remained cool and calm, her pups best interest etched in her mind. Her manner was respectful and quiet though inside she was a volcano of hormones and emotions just waiting to erupt. Once or twice she would glance at Henadin, letting him know that whatever the outcome both parents would have to remain united and not lose their heads. She knew that the price could take a heavy toll on the family but starting a fight would mean them loosing much more. Channing ~ Adult Female ~ SawTooth ~ Tied to Henadin ~ Mother of Terrel, Macaria, |
Replies:
- Can You Hear the Silence - By Altair, Macaria, Henadin July 29, 2013 at 01:25:39 PM
there is a light that never goes out - By i v e v July 30, 2013 at 10:56:57 PM
&& if only i had wings - By Moth August 6, 2013 at 00:22:41 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV August 6, 2013 at 03:19:31 AM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin August 7, 2013 at 01:41:34 AM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. August 9, 2013 at 10:40:00 PM
&& if only i had wings - By Moth August 11, 2013 at 06:12:26 PM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV August 14, 2013 at 03:22:58 PM