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...?
IP: 108.20.46.18
Posted on August 25, 2013 at 05:49:42 AM by Grey Wind
All Men Should Keep Their Word, Kings Most of All  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The large brute hated being on his back in a submissive position, but he had to do it in order to gain access to a pack, especially one like Abendrot. After he spoke, telling them truthfully who he was and why he was here he realized that he made a mistake in calling Abendrot’s soldiers Marx’s soldiers rather than Kershov’s, even though Marx was the head soldier. He meant no disrespect to Kershov and he saw Marx take a step back with Grey Wind’s words. Marx spoke as Grey Wind stood up again, "Kershov’s soldiers. I was simply chosen to lead them. You want to be a soldier? Prove your worth and try to pin me." Grey Wind nodded, “Of course, Kershov’s. I meant no disrespect,” he spoke as he looked apologetically at the white titan. Grey Wind then turned his attention back to Marx, realizing now was the time to prove the warrior he was and that he would make a good addition to their ranks. Marx began to circle Grey Wind, and the brute followed his opponent, making sure not to let him get behind him where he was more vulnerable. The titan stopped circling him when he was back with Kershov behind his back, but Marx was now across the border. He mimicked Marx, crouching low, preparing for his attack. The grey brute watched Marx’s position, determining the best method of attack as Marx snarled in anticipation of the attack. Grey Wind instinctually returned the gesture, his lips curling to reveal large, sharp canines that could easily render flesh from bone. That though, was not his goal with Marx; he had no intention of hurting the warrior. After taking a moment to assess the situation Grey Wind leapt into action, growling powerfully as he did so. He lunged swiftly at the warrior before him. He feigned an attack to the right, waiting for the last minute to attack to the left, his actual target, hoping to catch Marx off guard slightly. His plan was to use his heavy weight to off balance Marx, his left shoulder hopefully connecting powerfully to Marx’s left, knocking him over slightly so that Grey Wind could put his weight into getting Marx on the ground. If his feigned attack didn’t work and Marx caught onto it and dodged, then Grey Wind instead would try to go for a head on attack, paws and claws quickly moving out to knock into Marx’s chest as he moved to, once again, try to off balance him in order to get him on the ground. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV September 8, 2013 at 01:24:43 PM