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 11, 2013 at 11:50:00 PM by Henadin
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ After he had placed his son within the prison that would hold him in the years to come, a great weight settled upon his shoulders just as another weight lifted. So long he and Channing had been plagued by the choice they had had to endure – which of their children would be taken from them for the entirety of their lives. Their choice was now made and therefore no longer a plague. Instead, the pair now had to live with the guilt of abandoning a pup, which by natural law they had sworn to protect. That now lay within Kershov’s paws. A sudden pressure caused Henadin’s lips to raise and a slight snarl escaped before he realized that it was Channing. She rubbed against his shoulder but Henadin remained stiff, his pinnae focused upon the terra in front of them, as were his muddied eyes. Channing straightened herself and for the first and only time that he had seen, she showed a moment of caring, a true moment of motherhood. 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. Henadin shared a brief smile with her as she licked the top of Roheryn’s head just once. He was sure that Roheryn would be utterly confused, and would no doubt come to resent his parents. But they had made a choice to do as they needed to protect the lives of all of their pups. Kershov had given them his vow that Roheryn would be safe and be raised well – Henadin hated the Alpha, but he was a wolf of his word and was sure that his son would grow up strong under his care. Perked auds picked up silent paw steps. No doubt others would not have picked up the sound, but Henadin had spent almost the entirety of his life in silence and was more attuned to sound. He preferred a lack of noice, enjoying the stillness. His gaze rose to fall upon a familiar brute, and he slitted his lids. Henadin, wasn’t it? I’m Marx. I found your mate on our borders and… Henadin almost growled at the brute’s words. There was nothing that he could say that would make this right… The brute almost looked regretfully, but Henadin paid him no attention. An uncomfortable silence grew between them until the brute asked for his name. “Roheryn.” It was the only word that was likely to fall from Henadin’s lips. Just then, another wolf appeared, this one holding herself with a glimmer of importance. She was a blur of color and the scars upon her maw held her countenance in a sneer. Henadin met her gaze for a moment and growled as she immediately spoke commands to the pup, but turned from the scene, pushing his form against Channing. They did not belong here and certainly would not be welcome for an extended visit. Kershov had promised that they could visit their son whenever they wanted, but he doubted the truth in that. They likely would not be allowed to leave the terra should they cross the boundary ever again... ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
Replies:
- 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