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 October 14, 2013 at 04:46:09 AM by Grey Wind
All Men Should Keep Their Word, Kings Most of All  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Grey Wind ran to his King’s call, wanting to prove himself to the titan he now pledged his loyalty to, to show him that he had accepted a strong soldier who would add to his pack of warriors. Grey Wind was the first to arrive, walking submissively, but not fearfully to his leader’s side, offering his assistance in any way necessary. A russet female made her way next, sitting near the alpha, but not too close, not speaking a word, but her presence was enough to show support to Kershov. Grey Wind wasn’t sure if he should introduce himself to the femme, he was new to the pack and did not know any of its members. He chose to stay silent, but nodded a greeting to the russet femme, letting her choose to speak or to stay silent as well before he turned his attention back to the white titan. He then spoke to Grey Wind, answering his previous question if there was any way for him to help, growling out the words, “There are many things you could do for me, but I cannot think of any that won’t instantly result in war, so I shall keep them to myself. You never knew him, Grey Wind, but I’ve banished Abendrot’s last prisoner. He was . . . and acquaintance of mine a long time ago. I hate him. If you ever catch his scent outside of Abendrot, feel free to pursue and destroy. I believe his putrid stench is still lining a cave somewhere in the territory, if you can stomach the smell of failure.” Grey Wind had no idea who Kershov was talking about he would make a point to find the scent of this prisoner, so he would know the scent if he were ever to run across it. The smoky brute nodded in acknowledgement of his leader’s words, knowing he would love to the blood of one who had upset Kershov in this way under his teeth and claws. Kersov then addressed the femme that had just walked in as the rain continued to fall on the lupines, “Lady Aerten. What a welcome surprise, I suppose you’re wondering why I’m currently distraught. As I’ve told Grey Wind, our newest soldier, I was forced to send that disgusting little punching bag of ours on his way. I shouldn’t be so upset, really. It’s disgraceful. But you see . . . He has insulted Abendrot—and I cannot accept that.” Kershov snarled with the last words he spoke, anger still clear on his face. So this femme was named Aerten, Grey Wind would have to make a mental note to remember her name. The soldier could understand the anger that his alpha felt, he felt similar anger as well. He felt this anger towards Ambrosia, the lupine from Bright Moon that had scorned him in their fight. Thinking about how he had unfairly and unjustly lost the fight angered him to no end, and for a moment anger flashed coldy in his eyes as he listened to Kershov speaking, wishing he could search out this wolf that had upset Kershov and take out his anger on the lupine. Before Grey Wind or Aerten could respond to Kershov Marx made his way into the clearing. He came in plume held high, showing his powerful position in the pack. Grey Wind remembered meeting the soldier and how he had been there when Kershov accepted him into the pack. Grey Wind had a great respect for the leader of Kershov’s soldiers and he would love to work with Marx. Grey Wind nodded his head respectfully towards the superior, hoping he could work with him at some point. Marx spoke next, “My king. To which pack did our little ragdoll run, might I ask?” A smiled appeared on the soldier’s kissers as he continued, “Vladya needs to learn some manners. I’ll gladly show him correct etiquette.” Grey Wind agreed with Marx’s words. He would love to go and find this Vladya and take his anger out on him. A white wolf came through the trees next, bodice low and tail tucked, eyes downcast as he slumped towards the group. Grey Wind was surprised at the strangers actions, not suspecting this type of behavior from an Abendrot wolf, but perhaps he had had angered Kershov and was looking for forgiveness. Grey Wind remained silent, waiting to see how Kershov would react. The white titan spoke, “Get up Ivev. There is nothing to be sorry for.” Ivev, there was another name that Grey Wind would have to remember. The scent of blood reached Grey Wind’s nares and he breathed in the sweet scent deeply. Grey Wind had never enjoyed the smell of blood and it surprised him that the scent excited him; he wished that he had caused the blood to flow from the lupines veins, thoughts that were foreign to Grey Wind, but excited the brute. A crimson colored female made her way into the clearing, wounds covering her bodice, as she approached Kershov and spoke to the group, “Hello lovelies.” Grey Wind had no idea who this female was, but Abendrot scent was strong on her. She looked at each wolf in turn after she rubbed herself against Kershov, spreading her crimson blood onto the ivory pelt of the king. Her plume rose to the height showing power and leadership, as if she was in charge with Kershov. As far as Grey Wind had known Kershov liked to rule alone, but perhaps things had changed. A few more wolves made their way to the call, three wolves that Grey Wind had not seen before. A white and black lupine came first, looking towards Kershov, but not speaking. The two females came next, both bowing their heads towards the blood covered female. Grey Wind watched as Kershov pulled the female in closer to him, almost cuddling her, something he never expected to see the big and powerful Kershov do, as he addressed the group, “Abendrot, this is the face of your new Queen.” So Kershov was no longer leading alone, there was now an Alphess to Abendrot. Grey Wind would show the same loyalty and respect to this female as he did to Grey Wind and the others in Abendrot. He nodded towards the female, bowing his head lower than he had when he had greeted the other wolves, ears lowering respectfully to show he understood her position as he addressed her, “Hello my Queen. My name is Grey Wind. Kershov just recently accepted me into Abendrot. I pledge my loyalty to you as I did previously to Kershov.” ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- 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
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