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 16, 2013 at 04:03:16 AM by autumnleaf
Paws dragged against the sodden earth, guilt surrounding the male. It engulfed him at this point. He had not lived up to his task, and this would most likely not help anyway for rank. Marx was to be ashamed of the titan, for he had not reported back to him. And it was all his fault. With finding Comet again, it made him loose track of this. He was a burden to Abendrot now, may as well be kicked out at this point. He had not lived up to his task, and Marx was just starting to like him too. How would he explain this to Commander, he didn't know, but he'd have to think of something....and quick. Autumnleaf looked up to the sky, giving a gulp. The scent of Commander Marx drafted into his nares, he was nearby. The mottled titan just let out a sigh, giving his cranium a shake. "I clearly am not loyal to my deeds...." The brute spoke, amber eyes dark from lack of light. Tail was tucked inbetween his back pillars, fear embraced all throughout his body, even through the amber eyes if he decided to look up. But if he did, he would just see the darkness of the world. All because of one deed he did not get to do...... SO MUCH SHAME. Mashed colored hackles stay flat upon his spine, though with all the stress he could be growling at himself. Eyes closed with anger and guilt, as if the brute were to explode. Why was he so stupid? Because he was. Why did Comet get in the way into his head? Because it did. Everything happens, and the titan knew life wasn't fair but...he didn't like life. Only if life could just be fun and games, with no sort of issues like these. The ones that took away a lot from you, that could most likely not be given back to their owner. Kept forever in the darkness which would engulf the owner until either was rid of or destroyed. The anger had just welled up too much, and AutumnLeaf looked up at the tree right in front of him. Amber eyes showed anger, welled up and held in it's cage for so long. It needed to be free just for the moment now. Autumn's growl was louder and more feirce than ever before, as if he were possessed. If his eyes could turn red, they would be red and with no doubt ablaze. The flames would burn everything down in Blossom at this point. Deep shaggy breaths topped it all off. As a raging bull would go towards the cape, he went straight for the tree. Claws extended, just so his anger would go out on the tree. Soon enough, swoosh, and 3 lines were in the tree, obviously made from claws. In the centre was lighter, a sandy kind of color while the bark, chunked as always, stay dark, and, well, charred if that's a good word. The 'cape' had moved to the next tree, and Autumn soon went raging after that one, leaving a scratch in it. The process repeated again and again with the 6 trees that surrounded him, and he just kept doing it again and again until Marx had arrived. Autumn had no such thought about Marx right now and how he would explain, but it was only focused on the trees. Tearing them to shreds as if they were his own body, starting from the legs to the face. Blood soon seeped from his claws, now worn down to the vessel, so the area started to reek of the fluid. It also started to paint the scars red on the trees, as if they had life as wolves did. Muscles ached for relaxation on his bodice, searing and burning for this need. But still, the brute did not stop. Though it hurt like hell, may this be his punishment for not doing his deed assinged by Marx. May it remind him that he needs to stay focused. And if there may be any other wolves who desire his attention, may he tell them his feelings. But the newer members may think he's mental or whatever, but he couldn't give a damn. Actions and thoughts. "Speaking" .:. AutumnLeaf .:.Titan .:. Adult .:. lone father .:. Nickolai, Mila, Mika, Modone & Mirkol .:. Abendrot - Warrior .:. .:. Rosie <3 .:.  |
Replies:
- only miss the sun when it starts to snow - By Marx August 17, 2013 at 10:57:01 AM
II Gotta Get Outta Here - By AutumnLeaf August 17, 2013 at 04:10:35 PM
survive with your brothers, may they catch you when you fall - By Marx August 18, 2013 at 01:13:09 AM