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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The healer had announced that the pups were healthy, beautiful even, and had given her congratulations shortly after. A small smile grew on the timber vixen’s face at the thought of having a vigorous litter though the relief was short lived as the scent of Kershov filtered through the den and punctured the girl’s body like a thousand bee stings. The two parents had left the den as swiftly as possible, though with the female’s sore and aching body it made the task slightly more difficult than usual. As she left the den and came face to face with the King of Abendrot she was also greeted by the welcome sight of Moth. The Queen offered a gentle smile and placed herself at the opposite side of her bodice to Henadin before brushing her pelt against the timber female’s. The feeling of being sandwiched between two trustworthy wolves made Channing feel a little more comfortable in the presence of the snowy male with eyes as cold and dark as death itself.

Words were exchanged between the three wolves stood around her but all Channing could do was stay quiet. Kershov’s business like lyrics nipped at her auds and washed round her mind like a tidal wave. Her tired legs shook beneath her heavy body ready to collapse at any given moment, but still she stood nodding her head silently in respect to the Alpha’s declaration. If he so wished her to sing the praises of Abendrot and do his bidding for him, then so be it she would do it. A lone ear flicked back to the den searching out any moans or cried from her beloved litter. All three still slept peacefully and for now she could concentrate on the matter at hand; Kershov’s ‘proposal’.

’I propose, in the interest of continued good will between Abendrot and Saw Tooth, that you allow my pack to raise one of the children within our walls. We would wait until the child was old enough to eat meat, obviously before adopting them into Abendrot. Channing and Henadin would both be able to arrange meetings with their kin whenever they please. We would raise the pup as one of our own—they’d be treated no differently than any one of my valued soldiers. And, because I am a good King, I will allow the parents to choose which of your pups will have the honor of training in the Abendrot military . . . Henadin’s nuzzle, one of a comforting nature, did nothing. For the first time in her life Channing felt dead to the world. The fire that burned in her amber orbs faded visibly leaving dull lanterns in their wake. ’Will the pup be allowed to know we are the parents? My love, we have no choice in this. For the sake of our other pups we must accept his proposal.’ Channing could do nothing. She felt useless against the wrath of Abendrot’s feared leader and her own stupidity had lead to this whole ordeal. The lass gazed around her surroundings, her eyes meeting Henadin, Moth and then Kershov.

Calmly and smoothly the lass spoke up addressing the cold hearted monster before her. ”We accept you proposal and the terms attached. I only ask that we are granted with some time to think over our choice.” The timber ess nuzzled against her queens side trying to find comfort in anyone or anything around her and she swiftly moved over to Henadin, barely finding the strength to stay standing.

Channing | Adult Female | SawTooth | Tied to Henadin | Mother of Terrel, Macaria, Roheryn, Blayre & Altair | xhollowremains

OOC- Sorry for the rubbish post, I am extremely tired and have a headache >.>





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