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 24, 2013 at 02:05:53 PM by C'LERIA
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His answer is one that does not exactly pleases her but it causes the sides of her lips to twitch slightly, concealing a smirk of sorts. It is a wise answer, one that she hadn’t expected but then again, she didn’t expect to be given an answer. Her head tilts slightly, gray orbs seeming to gaze directly into his soul. Never blinking, she waits before she decides to speak again. Honestly she couldn’t say she agreed but there was no disagreement there either. She catches the smile that appears on his lips but does not stir for somehow she knows, he is thinking of another. Her thoughts collide as she attempts to mask the smirk that desires to form. Wondering if just maybe, later her scent will linger on his pelt. Although they weren’t touching, she knew a tich would be enough to set the beta off after herself and when that happened, C’leria truly would smile. He speaks once more and she eyes him, not responding at first. Where she was from was dead, gone forever and never coming back. All her loved ones, everything was gone. She was from nowhere, a nomad wandering the lands until appearing at these borders. Hardened by death and destruction and time. She lifts her head, haunted gaze trailing from his own to behind him as if looking beyond him before returning back to him. “Does it matter?” Her question is simple enough for if it does then she would speak of it. To her though, where she comes from is of no importance. It is where she is going that is what needs to be known. A pathway created over time and effort. Eventually it will lead her to victory in many shapes and sizes. His next question as her gaze flash. She watches him, rolling her eyes over his frame before meeting his gaze with a hardened one of her own. “You speak as if there is another option. Only falsifiers delay from their duties. I am not one of those who are naïve.” Her chords are low, soaring to him. She is not just a soldier, she is so much more. In every way though, she is dedicated. ”But I’m so tired.” She sighed. |
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