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 10:56:57 PM by i v e v
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With a twitch of a furred ear, I heeded the responses. The warm, earthy smell of milk and fresh life was hauntingly familiar, but I caught the discrepancies of the fact that the pair must obviously be a little harried by the swarm of Abendrot to and fro from Enigma's den. But as trained as I was, hopefully my actions wouldn't be as threatening as some... others. The space itself was wide and cavernous past the narrow entrance, and the male and slipped in before me, towards the lightly beige mother. She had been polite in her response, and I slowly untensed. Even if I spotted no immediate concerns, besides the fourth and apparently dead pup being carried off. But my granted entrance allowed me to slide down after, my back pads slipping down the soft dirt and catching themselves on the packed floor of the den. Closer, I was able to discern the pups, a trio, cuddled up against a belly. The mother herself seemed to be producing enough milk from what I could sense, but the greater concern lay in the newborns. Inherent problems, such as breathing and mobility were some of the more obvious ailments in pups, contributed by a lack of oxygen. I crept closer and slowly lowered my muzzle, their radar hairs and quivering ears atop my skull completely focused on the tiny creatures, as I moved from one shade of brown to the next. Their colors wouldn't become apparent until they approached five or six months of age, when the pups lost their fuzzy, downy coats and cloudy blue eyes. Each one was wiggling, eyes shut, but the two male cubs were overpowering their sister. Even then she would be fine enough, it was just the more curious natures that made the two young princes nuzzle the tiny fae away. I lifted my skull, the sound of three raspy, quiet mews and soft breath fading away. They were perfect healthy, and relatively safe. Their sense of smell was the most developed of their receptive organs; and I could imagine that besides the aromas of the parents, the smell of Abendrot would place a permanent, if not nostalgic, marker deep inside their brains. I stepped back, giving the nursing fae space. Besides the uncertainty of being in a stranger's presence, I didn't like the overwhelming reminder of my own experiences. But I forced to keep a pleasant, small smile on my lips as I inclined my skull. Beautiful, to say the least. And healthy, too. Congratulations again. With that, I slipped from the entrance. At once the scent hit me full on, and I glanced up with startled blue orbs at the figure approaching the den. Kershov. But I was only here for a certain task, and to attend my job. With a deep drop of my head in greeting, I leapt from the den's threshold. It had been carved into a small rise in the earth, and I sprung up it's incline, glancing over my shoulder before melding into the familiar forest, tail low. ❄ i v e v ❆ |
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