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 07:16:37 AM by Scarlet Nights
Madame. How quaint. Cute even. Fiery embers burned against the low light of the overcast day in the late afternoon. The sweet little thing asked to speak to Kershov and Scarlet giggled; an innocent gesture and her banner flickered side to side, rising higher all the while. Once her glorious flag was raised, curved over her back in an alphas position, surely the girl would realize- she was in the presence of not just a ranked wolf, but also Kershov’s new queen herself. She would soon learn that like Kershov, Nights hated insolence, but more than that, she despised stupidity. However, just in case she didn’t possess the amount of intelligence needed...she was a young thing after all.
Why? Am I not providing conversation worthy of your pretty, little self? Kershov might come and he might not, the decent question is….why should he…and why would you want him to…its clear he despises wolves that can’t seem to stick to their packs, although perhaps he’ll let you take the Marx route and dig your way out….but back to our conversation…
Nights cleared her throat, her tone turning acrid and fierce.
All good conversations start with introductions which I’ve clearly been so rude to ignore. I am known as Scarlet Nights, former Demonican and newly appointed Queen to our dear arctic king you all know as Kershov. So my dear, I’d like to know your title, before you have another personal emergency of your own.
A bitch. A total fucking bitch, but Nights knew that even if Kershov was using her for his own gain, she would not pretend to be some pretty little faerie queen that handed out cupcakes and lollypops to the puppies of the world. Abendrot attracted her because in whole, the pack was she, it was ruthless, it was dark and Kershov was definitely twisted, even if he kept it to the dark recesses of his mind. More than anything, it was control, he controlled his minions and they were loyal and they remained loyal and appreciated his control. She made a note to single out this ‘Marx’, his High Commander and would do well to learn all his dirty little secrets in the meantime. His past was something of a mystery to anyone and even more scandalous was his current lover.
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