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 06:22:09 PM by k o b a t o
It was not moments after the little lady stepped in front of the ice soldier that the threat she had felt Vladya tense to arrived. Although it would seem that this was the reincarnation of violence and danger all in one, Kobato did not flinch away from him. She stayed calm and collected. Sleek and unaffected by the sheer size of the warrior. Even his silky voice did not unnerve the lass. He ignored her as she ignored him, and he addressed her savior behind her before even acknowledging that she was there to begin with. Not that Kobato expected anything else. She did not back down or reposition her gaze when he turned to her. Above them, the sky crackled with the same ferocity that was exchanged between the two genders. Rain tickled her pelt as his voice snuck into her domes. Darling Miss… I am so sorry that you’ve been caught in this terrible embarrassing mess. Vladya was selfish to bring such a wondrous flower here. This is nothing personal. And then the monster lunged forwards. His jowls were parted, ivories sparkling in the faint and fleeting energy from the clouds above. Drums pounded inside of their heads, bashing skulls against an unseen wall. Everything was blurred and jostled for her. A nauseous feeling dominated her whole being. She swayed a bit as he came towards her, mug open and ready to grab at her throat. She blinked slowly and flicked her listeners back against her sleek dial. The world froze. It was beautiful. The rain droplets paused as crystals in the dark atmosphere. A chandelier of liquid diamonds. They danced with fragments of light and then sent them back to where they came from in the sky. Everything had a beginning and an end. Everything from the earth was given back to the earth. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This male was no fool in a sense. But he was a fool in a more subjected way. Kobato had already died once and she had risen again. Spiritual or physical strength—it didn’t matter to her. She had had the strength because of what others had given back to her when she had healed them (as she saw it this way) and that was all that mattered to her now. So… the skeleton of a girl ducked, pushed her rump against Vladya behind her in attempt to move him more backwards. Her portals closed to the world, and she listened as the movement started up again. “What mess?” She whispered. Her toffee stargazers opened slightly, lashes covering their watery edges. If she timed herself right and took her time, little miss Ko would be able to swerve to the side and lit her cranial, causing it to collide with the alpha’s chest cavity. It would not be a movement made for an effective impact or attack of any sort against him. It was just a position to stop him from getting any closer to the lord she was in front of. She knew her neck was exposed. She knew that the nerves would be a soft point should he stop and move down to bite at her again. She would be paralyzed if he took hold of them. She would be a codfish for the rest of her short life, for he was bound to rip her organs right out of her soon after wards. “If saving a life is a selfish act to you…” The next thing she did was insane, and she spoke as she performed it. A vital move that could be considered her last mistake. But this was Kobato. And Kobato, as stated when she was a mere weanling, could be no one BUT Kobato. “You are in worse condition than he used to be.” She raised herself up now, placing her chin on the battered czar’s shoulder and flatting her eavesdroppers more. She would have to make it. If she didn’t, she would keep on trying until she did. She would not give up until she could feel Kershov’s heartbeat against her own. That would also mean that he could feel hers. Needless to say, this pale royal had nothing on her. Nothing at all. The strikes on his body and palette were meaningless. His plumage, if it was raised, hit her with no fear. Fear did not catapult through her. What is fear but the uncertainty that we feel about our own abilities? Even his previous actions were bland and cliché in her young eyes, which were overflowing with optimism. Up against his physique, Kobato was able to gain enlightenment on just what she was. She was always able to touch it just briefly when she was near to someone other than those she knew. She had never ending hope for them. This was what Kobato had been born to be. The embodiment of comfort. Although the happiness had been sucked right out of her, she was not finished living just yet. She could not and would not allow her own misfortune to affect her to the intense extent that it had before. She could not be selfish. It was highly unacceptable in her eyes, and therefore it was impossible for her. She closed her eyes. She knew that this would most likely not work at all. But at least she could show him just what she was. He had called her a flower. A wondrous flower… and at this, she felt her heart clench. No. She was no flower. Flowers are too easily killed off. They die during winter’s first frost. They are dehydrated by intense heat, and if they are blocked from the sun, they shrivel into corpses. Kobato was no flower. That is why she could show this male now what it was that was standing between him and the one behind her. It would be very clear to him that despite his attempts to block out the light, she would always be able to push through it. Kobato… was warmth. She was compassion. “Did you know?” She inquired quietly, her chin pressing gently on his shoulder blade. Even if he sunk his teeth into her now, she would not move from his side. She would push into him. She smiled painfully. She was reaching out to him. He probably wouldn't accept it. Just as all the others had, he would probably push her away. But would Kobato back down? No. This was no delicate flower. A weed is far more persistent.  |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV August 7, 2013 at 00:07:24 AM
rusted mirrors - By k o b a t o August 10, 2013 at 05:10:57 PM
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