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 16, 2013 at 01:01:09 AM by Scarlet Nights* Marx
The way he drew her into his sculpted chest, flesh and fur meeting, blood painting itself across him like victory art. Scarlet touched her nose to his jaw and cast her eyes outward from within his muscular embrace. A familiar scent turned up, with a gorgeous ivory bodice to match. Her two-toned eyes spoke leagues about how she felt about Kershov and about her arrival. It was mixed in with pride and relief and even some respect, but Scarlet was no fool- Enigma would not respect her without thinking she had earned it. However, Scarlet made note of the fact it wasn’t just her scent she turned up with. Marx’s scent was also all over her, could she blame her general for wanting the wolf under her. He was Kershov’s perfect example, prisoner turned into his most loyal follower and he was devilishly handsome to boot. Marx stepped forward, predictable as ever, and pledged his loyalty, saying how he looked forward to getting to know his new queen. Gazers flickered about the clearing and her syrupy lyrics spilt out, sugar coated, but firm. More candy cane than candy floss.
As do I. We have much to talk about.
Marx was puzzled, but didn’t show it- Scarlet just happened to be very good at reading wolves. Marx traipsed back to Enigma and sat next to her, sharing a brief smile and openly admiring her physique. Scarlet made she stop watching the two lovebirds in the room and focused on the next warrior to pay her attention. Skeletor, if she was correct. Her hackles tingled as soon as the she wolf approached and even in her weakened, blood loss, hungry, stupefied state, she considered tackling the fae to the ground and teaching her a thing or two about keeping your stare to your ground.
Skel broke the gaze and Scarlet nodded to dismiss the young fae, speaking up again.
I look forward to teaching the spies of Abendrot what I have learned in my time.
Double messages, hidden meanings. One way or another, that girl had a thing coming. She seemed less…controlled, than the others, as if she was about to burst into tears at the next wolf to die. Are you volunteering? She thought sarcastically. Scarlet flattened any single hairs that had risen and watched her retreat back into the bullpen. The next cow to cut itself from the herd was a newcomer, she judged his short length of stay by the fainter than most scent on his coat. He introduced himself as Grey Wind and Nights saw potential and made a mental note to have a private chat with Grey Wind later. The next wolf was an older recruit, a soldier named AutumnLeaf. She nodded at his greeting, pleased with his show of respect to her. A gash on his shoulder hindered him and she looked closely. She smirked as realization that it wasn’t a battle wound, but a punishment mark. Her gaze flickered to Marx with a knowing smile and she dismissed AutumnLeaf with a decisive nod. A russet fae was staring at her, so she passed her burning amber gaze to her and evaluated her form and function.
A single nod was given, Scarlet could tell respect from shyness, and this fae wasn’t being shy.
Why won’t you die?
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