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 September 13, 2013 at 08:31:43 AM by Aerten
The weather seemed rather appropriate she mused silently, watching as the rain washed away blood that had only moments before clung to her pelt like some starry-eyed lover. The remains of her kill lay abandoned at her paws as the femme fatale lazily swept her tongue across ivory daggers, savouring the metallic tang that came. Alone, and not required to always wear the mask of indifference, the russet femme's face portrayed a sense of dark humour as she stretched out one lean limb, satisfied by the way the bone crackled under her experience movements. She'd only recently returned from her little 'expedition' to Bright Moon; after all, someone had to play damage control, especially with the hostility she had witnessed thrown so unabashedly towards her own. Still, she let the spies do their thing as she played the confused and naive young maiden, verifying whatever stories came to their little silver tongues in the heat of the moment. Her rather amused demeanour only grew when a particularly violent howl ripped through the white noise of the rain, signifying that some poor fool somewhere had pissed off Kershov. And from the sounds of things, they'd done a particularly good job. Well then, that was her cue, wasn't it? Gracefully stepping over the small carcass before her, she allowed herself to glide across the muddied terrain, a controlled mask slipping over her facial features once more. After all, you could never be too careful, especially when about to confront a rather enraged regal. Sure enough, the rulers perfume crossed her nares, along with another's she was unfamiliar with. Interest bloomed in her mind; was this unknown scent the cause of the rulers fury? As she approached the two silently, she quickly dismissed the idea. After all, the other would not dare sit so close to the Alpha, nor would he still be intact if that were the case? Dark eyes questioned silently as she made herself known, stepping silently into the ice regals line of sight. Remaining silent, she took a position not far from the smoky brute that also occupied this rather tense space, undeterred by whirlwind of emotions that seemed to radiate from the pale ghost who seemed almost...contorted in rage. Instead of opening her maw to throw around unneeded pleasantries, she simply waited, knowing that if the King wished to speak with her, he would address her. A rather savage part of her hoped he did, and that he had something for her to do; after all, the femme fatale was becoming almost eager as she basked in raw emotion, though none of these inner workings would ever show upon her blank features. |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV September 15, 2013 at 02:30:56 PM
only miss the sun when it starts to snow - By Marx September 15, 2013 at 10:41:12 PM
How soon is now? - By i v e v September 18, 2013 at 06:41:18 AM