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 31, 2013 at 01:11:20 AM by Enigma
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I close my eyes with pleasure to the feel of his nose in my coat. My skin ripples with new life every time he twitches, my body taut with anticipation and suspense. His question throws me off though and my eyes snap open in surprise. Someone who's not around anymore....My lips pull tight in a frown as I consider. Who is there? I close my eyes as faces I've known play before my mind. Past pack mates, past friends, past enemies, all a blur in my mind. The only one that focuses is the male beside me. My eyes snap open once more when a face besides his familiar handsome one springs to life in the fore front and suddenly I know. Taking a deep almost painful breath, I close my eyes again, pretending I'm talking to her. It's the only way I'd be able to say it. "You taught me to be strong, to survive. I'll never forget your influence. I called you weak and pathetic all the time and I'm sorry. I was blind to the truth. I couldn't see your strength but now I do. You were and are my guardian angel." I feel a single tear cascading down my cheek as I conclude my whispered words. My mother, how I wish I could see her once last time. She died when I was a teenager, finally surrendering herself to the cold. I never truly appreciated her because I was raised up to be cold as the ice we walked on. She let the males do horrid things to her and so I thought her weak. I called her a whore to her face and I could see the pain it wrought on her but at the time, I didn't care. Now I see that she stayed strong for me. She knew if she fought them, she would die and she wanted to stay alive for me. She only allowed herself to go when she knew I could live without her. I didn't find out till later that she protected me. She was the reason I was still a maiden when she died. She pleaded with the alpha male to keep me pure because she feared it would kill me. He acquiesed all the way up to her death and then he let them have me. Being numb was the only way to fight it and so I became just like her. I see now why she was so cold. She had to be to survive and so I followed in her foot steps. I can still picture her heart breaking face, so full of scars and memories. I'll never get to ask where those scars came from though I have a hunch or two. She was once a warrior like me. She used to tell me stories of it when I was young but I called her a liar. The thought makes me tear up again but I hold it in this time. Because of her, I am strong. Because of her, I survived and now because of Marx, I am alive again. I lose myself in the sensation as he breathes on my spine, my skin shuddering with pleasure once more. He tells me truth and I think hard on what I want to say before I say it. I turn my head so that I can see him out of the corner of my eyes, curiosity brimming in my bright eyes. "The one who taught you how to fight, how to kill. What was he like?" |
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