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 28, 2013 at 08:59:04 AM by Scarlet Nights
Crimson coated lubricated her coat efficiently for anyone to smell her coming a mile off. She had delicately bathed in a gentle shower-like fall at Staircase Falls, she felt too angry, too driven, to return to the pack terra just yet. The water hadn’t really cleaned her wounds as much as they had rinsed out the blood and cleaned her coat of the mud and filth that coated her silken robes. Her wounds bled more with each agonizing step and yet Scarlet dare not rest until she was safely within her pack boundaries. She was wounded, yet alive, torn and bloodied- yet a victor. She would not bathe in riches on return, if anything, life would be so much harder due to her wounds and having to continue as co-leader of Abendrot.
The border harvested no congratulations, nor welcomes. Yet an angry howl pronounced itself. Perfect timing, my love. With surer, stronger steps than before, she marched onward, pain irrevlant and wounds non-existent to her now that she was surrounded by her lesser wolves and her existing arctic duck. She stepped into the clearing light-footed and graceful. Her left upper lip dangled freely, giving her a look more worthy of Abendrot and Demonica. Her almost untouched beauty had been ruined, sacrificed in the name of defending a pack terra she had hardly yet to lay claim to. The wolves, other than Kershov, she had only heard about. Marx was the favored head amongst the soldiers. Kershov liked his loyalty and dedication and Scarlet was along the same lines.
Hello lovelies.
Seduction and charisma poured from her mouth to form the two words. She paced over to Kershov and rubbed his lower mandible, hoping to both reassure him and calm him from his very high level of rage. Blood from her torn flesh of a scarlet crown smeared across his jaw. Scarlet acknowledged each wolf present in turn with a stare, although her vision was becoming red tinted once more as blood leaked into her right orb. She looked up to Kershov and admired the scar that left him in a permanent scar. Thinking of her own disfigurement, a fox’s smile wrapped itself about her jaw line. The irony that defending this pack should make me match my co-alpha. Scarlet blinked away blood, only succeeding in tinting one of her amber eyes into a deep maroon hole. Her hip burned like hell and she stayed standing, both wanting to show no weakness and also not sure if her relocated hip joint would allow her to rise once she let herself fold to the ground. Rest would come later, now was the time to claim her hard won title.
I think its time.
Words were directed at Kershov, although her orbs focused on the skyline, hackles rising and teeth baring as she called to the heavens, flag waving absently at alpha’s height. Her bold, clear notes rang throughout Abendrot, calling soldiers, healers, assassins and spies alike, even any present prisoners. Every wolf would respond and come to meet their newest royal appointment.
Replies:
- Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 1, 2013 at 00:33:43 AM
Then I lost it all Dead and broken - By Skeletor October 4, 2013 at 11:19:19 AM
Lead the fight on. - By Ruhani October 5, 2013 at 01:01:53 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 12, 2013 at 02:21:59 AM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind October 14, 2013 at 04:46:09 AM
II Gotta Get Out Of Here - By AutumnLeaf October 14, 2013 at 05:35:23 PM
Run, If You Intend To Survive - By Aerten October 15, 2013 at 03:39:48 AM
I'm so addicted to all those things you do - By Scarlet Nights* Marx October 16, 2013 at 01:01:09 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE [PACK RANKS IN] - By KERSHOV November 4, 2013 at 03:04:09 AM