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 10:55:03 AM by Scarlet Nights
Ivory limbs worked delicately over the tangle of fresh undergrowth over the felled tree’s and fresh silt and dirt that had been shaped by the recent flood she had not been here to witness. Apparently it was quite the storm and he did love a good lightening shoe, but the heiress for now was content with the mild overcast day they were having. Not cold, not hot, just perfectly with a tiny nip on the breeze. Enough to keep you feeling active and alive all day long. A new scent drifted to her nares as she moved away from their newest prisoner addition. Truffle had been welcomed back, but she would soon find that the easiest part of coming back was being accepted back into the pack. The torment that followed would be a new nightmare that would insure she wasn’t going to run off again the next time a personal emergency came up. The queen didn’t want to hear her excuses; she only felt disappointment that the vixen wasn’t even smart enough to request back up from her pack mates on her stupid little mission. Despite Kershov being a wonderful leader, the lesser ranks needed to sort themselves out most of the time.
Well, its not everyday I find such a looker on our boundaries.
The brutes appearance and stance spoke of overflowing ego and Scarlet liked that in a varg. Ego made them fun, impulsive and spontaneous, sometimes implosive, but who cares. As long as you weren’t in the blast radius, you could always handle a little radioactive fallout. She approached, hips swaying, curves producing themselves as voluptuous and seductive as ever. Her scarlet and ivory tones mixed together with a little tan giving her a blood, milk and honey concoction. Banner with the hints of ebony rising to curl over her back like a scorpions stinger and eyes canvassing her target as if he were a wild mustang she was about to hop on and break in. Yeehah Horsey.
State your purpose here, other than making our borders brighter by your presence.
Her flattery was double sided, edged with venom that would only entice in the ones that liked to play her dangerous little game. Her wry grin upon her maw stayed as she chose to circle him, viewing him from all angles at a two metres circumference. Not invading his personal space, but almost tempting him to try and invade hers. Her eyes locked onto his and they questioned why he was here. He clearly wasn’t enjoying himself and clearly didn’t think much of the place, so why stay?
Perhaps he heard about all the fun we like to have. He was definitely a tough specimen in the least, a scar over one of his orbs and plenty more notches on his belt were noticeable. His muscles looked hard as iron and the determined yet cocky look in his eye told Nights he wasn’t leaving without something to show for it.
A fight, some night time pleasure with a vae, perhaps? Who knows..
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