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 15, 2013 at 09:24:51 AM by Channing.
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It was heartbreaking to see the way this whole debacle was taking its toll on the grey brute, as a snarl ripped through his vocal tract at her touch. Channing had been so blind with depression that she had failed to pick up on the stress coursing through her mate’s veins and the pressure she had placed upon his shoulders. Even as she caressed his body with hers, he remained so very focused that it almost looked like she had been mated by a zombie. The lack of love and trust at the moment had the female chewing awkwardly on the inside of her cheek only stopping at the taste of metal on her gustatory cells. Of course the brute had never been the most flexible but over time he had changed and to see him regressing caused a pang of guilt to strike her heart. And that feeling continued to grow as for the first and last time she turned her attention to Roheryn, doing her best to comfort him despite the apparently terrifying and utterly confusing situation. Henadin picked up on the presence of another long before the timber vixen who had put sole focus onto her pup; so small, so delicate. His body had tensed almost instantly causing the ess to straighten her body once again in order to look upon the stranger. Amber orbs fell onto a rather familiar structure as words fell from the soldier’s mouth. Marx. Of course, he had been the one to find her, writhing and screaming on the borders of the dragons pack and it would be him to discover the pup too. All the while he spoke, his eyes never landed on her form and a small hint of confusion loitered in her mind. Was it purely out of respect or the fact that he had torn a mother and pup apart? It appeared that Channing would never know and so she stood tall and proud waiting for the one she feared the most... Kershov. However his was not the scent that came to her nares. Instead a she-devil of royal blood encroached on the clearing, her pelt a mix of blood and white. Channing, though making sure to remain respectful, eyed the battered damsel with caution. Her form was littered with wounds and scars and it was clear from the way the male shrunk in size that she was indeed the queen. Alluring tones spilled from her maw as she spoke directly to Roheryn, dragging him under a false sense of security. The naive one would not see through her facade but Channing could. Still she held her tongue until the crimson stained vixen had finished her speech, remaining frozen against Henadin’s pushing and urging. She was not quite ready to leave yet, questions still needed to be answered. A small smile graced her form as she eventually dragged her eyes off her pup and onto the chest of the Abendrot queen. ”My apologies, but I have a few queries.” Her voice was calm and smooth. Why wasn’t Kershov present? What did he have planned for her child? Who are you? Why is he doing this? Where is the child he promised? So many questions that needed an answer. ”I am sure Kershov has told you about the ties our packs now have and why we are here right now, so I won’t insult your intelligence. It is merely for my own minds sake. The rules still stand that we can visit Roheryn whenever we chose? He will know we are his parents? And that an escort must be with him whenever he leaves the pack?” She paused glancing down at her son with a pained expression. ”If those rules still apply then we will leave your boundaries now. Roheryn...” Her whole body crouched towards the ground, her eyes now at his level. ”You must go with these wolves now, my love. You will live here with them and grow to be part of their pack. Remember your manners and graces and... and... I love you.” Cracking voice and soft whimpers threatening to escape her vocals, the timber ess stood her eyes remaining on the royal’s chest. ”It was nice to meet you, and you too Marx.” Vile rose in her throat at the words and as she finally turned away, her shoulder brushing against Henadin’s, Roheryn was hers no more. Channing | Adult Female | SawTooth Zeta| Tied to Henadin | Mother of Terrel, Macaria, |
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