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 17, 2013 at 10:28:35 AM by Scarlet Nights
It was pathetic really; the way the shrinking vixen in front of her gave her a rise out of nowhere. Scarlet couldn’t deny she enjoyed it, but she got over it quickly, knowing full well what happens to wolves that let power get to their head (off it comes!). Nights tilted her head, which would have seemed seductive if her eyes were not staring at the downsized fae in front of her like a rattlesnake at a white, scared little rabbit. Run, little rabbit, run. At the young ones outburst of her title, she noted how the rabbit was clever to speak of her former rank. She smiled, over-sharp canines slicing down over her bottom scars and protruding, looking more fitting for a saber-toothed lion than a former princess of a dynasty.
You remind me of someone, Truffle. An assassin friend I had back, years and years ago. She was small statured and meek seeming as you seem today….not particularly stunning or outgoing…
It was as if she enjoyed simply standing there insulting the poor bitch, however Scarlet did have better things to do. A pack meet needed to be called and the new alpha would need to be introduced to the pack, making her known as the new queen- with Kershov’s paws wrapped tightly around her strings. Her amber eyes turned back to those of a doe and her stance slackened.
You may resume your place in our pack, however I have a condition…from now on, your assassin training will be done by me. Have no fear, I am dutiful in my training and if you don’t commit, you won’t survive. You are free to go, I will find you for our first session soon enough.
She enjoyed not giving the vixen a choice in the matter. She was either to leave or to stay and accept her consequences. It wouldn’t be easy, but if she lived through Night’s training, she would rise high in their assassins guild soon enough. Scarlet nodded deservedly and turned tail to leave. Her work was done here and no doubt Truffle had some thinking to do about whatever it was she felt was a good reason to betray her pack. Just before she disappeared like smoke behind a tree, she turned and looked over her shoulder, seductive doe eyes and shining coat. You could almost mistake her smile for the beginning of friendship if you blurred your vision hard enough. Her sugary sweet lyrics filled the air.
..and my friend. The one I was telling you about? She was one of the best killers I’d ever witnessed in action.
..and then she was gone.
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