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 August 10, 2013 at 00:39:00 AM by Aerten
Soon enough, Aerten became painfully aware that they were not alone. There were a few tell-tale warnings through aroma, and then their ghost-like Alpha had appeared at her side. In greeting, she offered a momentary dip of her cranium, somewhat pleased at the apparition of the alabaster regal. After all, Aerten was always looking for a chance to prove her worth, and make it clear she wasn't going to disappear any time soon, like many before her had. Winn Dixie was a fairly proficient hunter, she noted as she coolly watched the girl take down her prey. Just as the mottled ess had been about to dig into her catch, she seemed to have suddenly become aware of portals upon her. Hello, Aerten. Returning the polite nod of her head, Aerten replied easily, "Greetings to you as well." "Have you heard news of the Saw Tooth wolves? I have heard rumours that Moth herself has travelled within our borders." The russet femme fatale considered this, not necessarily wanting to gossip, especially not in front of their King, who was undoubtedly pissed about the entire situation. "I've heard somewhat of the same thing," she admitted, watching the girl with her signature blank façade. "Though judging from scents I've picked up around the time, I'd say what you've heard is true." If there was anything else they needed to know about the situation, they'd hear it from one of their superiors, she reasoned. Still, even the mottled femme's words gave her some tidbits of information; it sounded like Winn Dixie was either a spy, or hoping to become one. Figuring that it was probably her turn to contribute to their little conversation, she threw in, for the sake of it, "How is your paw healing?" Aerten had noted in the flooding that she had been mildly injured, and whilst she wasn't a healer, she understood the importance of having not only herself, but fellow soldiers at peak conditions. You never knew when another situation could arrive. Judging from the girl's hunt however, Aerten would say it was healing up rather well, for Winn Dixie seemed to be walking on the possible ailment with ease. |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV August 12, 2013 at 02:39:39 PM