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 30, 2013 at 03:27:09 AM by Scarlet Nights
To put it bluntly, Nights could be a total bitch sometimes. It wasn’t anything to do with hormones or what happened to her. She could be her worst on her best day and vice versa. Her training from birth had taught her to control her emotions, her body, her strength and most of all- her actions. Of course, she hadn’t been under Demonican rule for years and to another D wolf, it always showed. The lack of respect for her own bloodline, the lack of discipline. No wonder her father tried to have her killed, although, it wouldn’t exactly be the first time. A girly giggle slipped from her maw as a not-so-familiar scent intruded her personal space. She turned away from it and started walking in the opposite direction, wanting nothing but Kershov and his strength and power weighing her down. Literally. Scarlet grinned at the thought and turned around, feet delicately placing themselves in a wolf trot that was both quick and graceful. Her over sharp canines presented themselves in a purdy smile when approaching the fae, who had clearly come to do…what? Reconcile? Beg for forgiveness? Ask to be let in?
My my, it seems Abendrot has a running theme. Wolves can’t seem to stay, but they don’t want to leave.
Night’s banner was in full plume, arched over her back, after all, she was supposed to be Kershov’s queen, although her perverted mind would slap on a sex slave name tag any day, anytime for the giant arctic beast known as Kershov. Perhaps I better think up some cutesy, pet name for him, she thought sarcastically. When she addressed the vixen, her tones were polite, sweet and welcoming, however the true meaning behind her words stung like vinegar to the naked cornea. It spoke of betrayal to the pack and the piercing gaze that the blood and milk hued ess gave the unwelcome ess unquestioningly demanded answers. Not excuses nor reasons, but the truth and only the truth.
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- let me hear you scream - By Truffle August 9, 2013 at 06:23:10 PM
I can go all night screaming is my speciality - By Scarlet Nights August 10, 2013 at 07:16:37 AM