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 November 2, 2013 at 03:35:58 PM by Channing.
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Weeks had passed since the birth of her first litter and finally Channing was looking healthy. The swelling had left her body and the toned muscles were starting to fill, giving her the angelic grace she had been blessed with. Her timber cloak was becoming brighter and a slither of light brushed her dull amber lanterns. To those who did not know her, the vixen did not appear to have just given birth to a litter of three pups. She was in fact the picture of health and radiance, but deep down within her soul, hidden by a mask of rainbow colours, Channing was broken. Everything hurt and memories were sore. The repairs were beginning to happen, slowly stitching the pieces of her heart back together and soothing her aching soul. Every time she glanced at her pups or saw the way their aunt snuggled with them and kept them safe from the nightmares that engulfed their sleep, her soul tore a little more. She couldn’t bare the way she treated them, leaving them to cope without one of the wolves they needed, but at the same time she couldn’t bear to be around them. Yet now the time had come. The time where the ‘proposition’ was to be upheld and Channing found her heart aching more than it ever had. Anger and sadness bubbled in a sickening mix around her body and should the wolf not have been Kershov- the King of Abendrot- the huntress would have ripped their throat out before they could even lay their filthy eyes on her offspring. ‘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.’ And so it was. The trio were soon on their way to the borders of what was to be Roheryn’s place of rest- for it would never be his true home. The trek was long and quiet as the two adults barely said a word to each other. Guilt radiated off the two as their son dangled limply from Henadin’s jaws and the multi-hued vixen hardly managed to look at the bruteling. Silent cries knocked her form as each step brought them closer to their final destination, causing a sickening feeling to rush up her throat and taint her mouth with an acidic taste that caused her to grimace slightly. The land changed dramatically from soft, comforting rolling plains to deep and mysterious forests that chilled the hearts of all those who laid eyes on it. The disturbing scents of blood and borders soon become apparent and Henadin, who had fallen slightly in front of her paused his movement letting his limbs, linger on the borders of the ice kings pack. Soon his maw parted and Roheryn was placed gently inside the invisible wall before a song rushed from his jaws calling for the bastard that reigned here. It was plain to see that Henadin had taken the full force of the decision and it was then that Channing experienced something she never thought she would. A single tear rolled down the brute’s face, marking the grey mask and tainting it a darker ash. Without even thinking Channing rushed to his side, rubbing her shoulder against his, in a way only she could. He had spent the past months holding a brave face tightly against his emotions when in reality he needed her support just as much as she needed his. In a strange turn of events the vixen suddenly felt stronger, filled with a new found confidence and will to protect her family. It wouldn’t be long before she laid her eyes on the alabaster dragon and she would have to watch him slink back into the undergrowth like the snake he was, taking her son with him. Yet as much as she hated his putrid guts, he had promised to keep her precious child safe and she knew that he would keep to that. What his idea of safe was, she would never know, but she had to be thankful for something. Roheryn would never be a prisoner. With a final inhale of cold air, the vixen straightened her hunched body standing only a little shorter of the masculine beside her. A small yet sincere smile drifted across her features as she focused on the pup seated on the earth at her paws. ”Do not be scared, my little one. Your future will be full of learning and greatness. I will always be here if you need me, and do not be frightened to call. I am your mother. Your flesh and blood, always remember that.” Her words were no lie, his future would be full of training, the details were simply withheld. For the first time since the birth of her offspring Channing, despite the urge to turn and walk away, lowered her cranium towards the pup and planted a single, emotional lick on his forehead. Channing | Adult Female | SawTooth Zeta| Tied to Henadin | Mother of Terrel, Macaria, |
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- 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
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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
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