The beginning of the end(KERSHOV%01 Channing%01 Roheryn)

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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The beginning of the end(KERSHOV, Channing, Roheryn)
IP: 128.146.63.22
Posted on October 28, 2013 at 08:11:02 PM by Henadin

Henadin felt as if his heart were breaking as Channing's silent cries began to dampen his pelt. He had made vows to her to protect her from harm and from pain, and had failed her more than once. His desire for offspring had, of course, let to the subsequent birthing pains but more than that had caused her emotional torment. Though she seemed not to remember, it had started with the stillbirth of one of ear pups which he had taken upon himself to dispose of. And then she had given birth in a strange, dangerous land which had subsequently put them into their current position - choosing one of their remaining kin to be shipped off to Abendrot to be raised as Kershov's own. It seemed to the timbero that his entire relationship with Channing was marked by his errs and failures. Which was why he now remade his vows to protect her. He would do anything to rectify where he had proven to be lacking... And that was the only thing that gave him the strength to choose a pup. The thought that it would save his love from further torture.

Once the condemning words left his maw, a great sorrow came over him as if his soul had been dragged to hell by the devil himself. Had he, in his desire to lighten Channing's load, committed his afterlife to torture and pain and continual destruction? It was not something he allowed his thoughts to linger on for long. Henadin sighed once - it was of the utmost importance to him to at least maintain a facade of strength, for HER. And it was all worth it as he was brought back to the present by the sudden sensation that tingled upon his cheek that lingered far after her lips left. All thoughts of eternal damnation left him as her vocals rang into his auds. I love you. "And I you, my love. For ever and always." But as he uttered the words it felt as if it was not enough. No amount of promises or apologies could make up for his downfalls. The brute could only hope that her own proclamations of love were not going to change.

"We should leave now. The pups have reached the point when they no longer need your sustenance to survive. Kershov will be expecting us any day, and for the sake of our other pups, it is not one that I wish to be late for." His maw opened, a rough cough escaping. Though his vocal muscles were stronger, they still fought against his speech whenever he let loose more than a sentence or two. His haunches pushed against the soil of the earth, raising his form. Turning back toward the den they called home, he felt his form slump. It was time. He slunk into the cavern, heavy with guilt and gently picked up the sleeping form of his bruteling son, Roheryn. Words were exchanged between him and his sister, who promised to watch his remaining two offspring until he returned with Channing. Without Roheryn. He silently left the cavern and quickly nuzzled against his mate before starting the long trek to the forbidden land.

It ended all too quickly. In the blink of an eye Henadin realized that he was motionless at the boundary of Abendrot. Placing the pup just inside the border, he tilted his mandible toward the grey sky that lay clouded, no sunlight pushing rough the dense cover. As his howling call escaped between his lips, thunder echoed from behind his form. His eyes stung as salty fluid rushed from his lacrimal glands, and a single tear stained his cheek.

Replies:

How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. November 2, 2013 at 03:35:58 PM
every sound you make every breath you take - By Marx * Scarlet November 4, 2013 at 10:17:44 AM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin November 11, 2013 at 11:50:00 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. November 15, 2013 at 09:24:51 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma November 16, 2013 at 11:42:06 PM
this charming man - By i v e v November 18, 2013 at 07:00:52 AM
When the days are cold - By Roheryn November 18, 2013 at 06:42:04 PM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV November 19, 2013 at 11:36:59 PM

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