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 15, 2013 at 03:39:48 AM by Aerten
The scent of fresh blood tainted the air, as the russet assassin watched proceedings silently. Not a single emotion crossed her face, as she silently locked onto the bleeding form that moved in the forests towards this little session. "Hello lovelies." She watched as the girl embraced her Alpha in a way, ignoring the blood that spilt from wounds that littered her body. So this was the new co-Alpha then? Amber stargazers roamed over the scene lazily, considering all. She had obviously taken the challenge up, and won if she had arrived here so. A dark kind of admiration filled her as she re-evaluated the Demonican. Between the obvious fighting skill, charm, and the attitude that radiated off her...Well, Aerten could definitely approve all right. She dipped her head respectfully to both of her rulers, the movement a rare act of genuine respect. A few others entered the clearing, making themselves known and doing whatever it was they needed to do. A few times she felt eyes land on her pelt, and she twisted her head slightly landing on...Grey Wind was it? "Aerten." Her greeting was very quiet, but lacked any hostility or anything other than cool composure. After all, he was a pack mate, and it was useful to know names, was it not? She knew not the names of the younger girl, nor the one who had approach her almost angrily before, but she made a silent note to do so. Ivev...she'd heard whispers here and there, but didn't personally know the healer. Enigma and Marx? They were her superiors, and though she knew little about them, she knew enough to respect them. There was time for formalities later. A slight surprise ran through her body, away from watching eyes as Kershov did indeed introduce the Demonican as the new regal. Scarlet Nights was no puppet then, and Aerten would make sure to respect that. She refrained from greeting the new Alphess then and there, instead preferring to wait. Her recognition was coming, but Aerten was more likely to reply after being addressed by a superior than to randomly throw out words to one she knew nothing about. Instead, she remained impassive, cranium still tilted at a rather respectful angle. |
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- 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