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 22, 2013 at 08:38:51 PM by verity
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| when kershov first found verity and pulled her onto his back, she was tense, stiff as a board and resistant to his touch as he carried her silently through the shadow claimed forest, into the very heart of the land he had ruled for quite a long while. and all she could do was try to steady her racing heart by focusing on the even movements of his shoulders, each step making a massive pawstep in the moist earth below.
the silence was comforting, the steady breath that exited her savoirs massive lungs the only noise, besides the unsteady gasps that burst from her torn maw as she vainly attempted to control the ragged sobs that clawed at her throat. kershov slowed and she slide gently to the ground, a lone whimper escaping the ribbons of her mouth as the open wounds touched the moist soil. she could feel his eyes upon her and she hung onto that; no one could get her as long as kershov was there. the gentleness of his touch had her tensed like a coil about to spring until she slowly unwound, relaxing under the careful weight against her neck. the coo of his words was unfamiliar as it rang through her torn ears, but it was soothing nonetheless, and as he pulled her close, she turned her skull slightly so it was buried into the warmth of his cloak, the heady musk of abendrot surrounding, blocking everything besides the steady thrum of his heart under her head and the soothing words that escaped his mouth helped immensely. and she believed him. kershov was like a god of war; his wrath came when deserved and his pack meant everything to the snowy monarch. and even with her blood staining him, and even though she was cradled here, in the safety of him, she could only imagine the pain that would soon be inflicted upon her attackers. and while it was a consullation prize of sorts, she knew she could end up with something far worse. she knew not of who had stolen her from her home and held her hostage, but she assumed from the words spoken in her ear and around her during the week she was held hostage, she could only assume they knew her alpha. and the thought should have fueled untamable hatred for the monarch, but that was not the case. if anything, it fed her loyalty towards her king; because she knew he would handle the situation to the best of his ability. and the best of his ability? well, she had taken care of vladya when kershov had been particularly upset with him, and she could only imagine the damage to be inflicted on her captors. the gentle croon that escaped her monarch’s lips was soft, reassuring. it made fear spike as he requested their faces and she swallowed thickly, despite the sharp pain that raked up and down her throat. ”t-the leader...his mouth was all torn up, not like yours, but...it looked newer, healed, but young. he knew you...he said, he said he’s back.” she pauses, turning away from him to spit out a mess of bloody saliva. she curls closer to kershov as she begins to speak again. it’s mostly bits and pieces that are starting to click together like puzzle pieces, but there’s not a whole lot to go on. “five, i think, not including the leader. there were two that carried me here. one was short and stocky. one ear was...was torn up real bad and he had three scars from his shoulder to his collar bone. the other..” she fell silent, shivering as the icy eyes came to memory; she remembered him the most. ”the other was...he had light eyes, much lighter than the others. he was tall and slender, and...there was a scar...on his stomach.” she tucked her head deeper into kershov’s chest, listening to the heavy pump of his heart before she continued. ”they were all big, like you but smaller. one of the other males had both ears torn up and a scar by his eye. one was missing an eye i think, or it was messed up really bad, and the last...the last was missing a lot of fur on his neck and shoulders. there could’ve been more, i just...i don’t remember.” she finished unsteadily. she curled tighter, if possible, into kershov’s mass, listening as his baritone voice slipped into the air. she nodded slowly. ”never again.” she whispered into the barrel of his chest. the wounded girl felt terrible. how could she have been so stupid? so weak? how could she have let this happened? she was supposed to be a healer, one of the most trusted members of the pack, and here she was, weak and beaten by outsiders. she tilted her head upwards, sage portals searching for the obsidian pools she knew well. ”they told me….they told me there was an injury. a bad one and they needed help. and that she was bleeding out. i can’t-i can’t believe i actually thought they were telling the truth.” she whispered, sniffing softly. she could’ve put the entire pack in danger over a stupid mistake. |
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