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 February 10, 2014 at 05:03:13 AM by Grey Wind
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_________________________________________________________________________ The soldier padded through his home, not looking over his shoulder to see if the newcomer was following. He was not a lupine to make small talk with others, especially when there was no gain in it for him. He needed to see how Marx handled newcomers. It was not yet his duty to assess newcomers and he did not want Sebastian to think that that’s what he was doing if he began speaking, so he stayed silent for now. He went to a smaller clearing towards the middle of the territory, knowing it would give them room from the trees for whatever Marx would want to do to assess the skills of Sebastian. Grey Wind sat down as he howled through into the air for his superior to come, knowing Marx would arrive when he was ready. Marx did not make the pair wait long as his silvery black bodice appeared not long after Grey Wind called. Marx looked over Sebastian and gave Grey Wind a nod. He knew the wolves of Abendrot were not the praising type, and he was not looking for praise, and he knew a nod was all he could expect or want to get out of the head soldier. Grey Wind stayed silent, waiting for Marx to speak and give him instruction, “Name your charge, Captain. Tell me of his training.” The grey brute was confused by his words at first. Was he supposed to have gotten such information? If he was he did not know it, but he knew that would be no excuse to Marx, Marx was not the type to take excuses well, and Grey Wind would not even make the attempt at one. Before he had the chance to speak up Marx continued, “The correct answer is none. You’ve not been trained by Abendrot, by me, so your training up until this point means nothing.” Grey Wind continued to watch Marx closely, knowing he must have something planned for Sebastian and their gaze met as Marx sat down as he spoke once more to the still silent Grey Wind, “Captain, in the interest of showing me your talents, I’ll leave this to you. Test him, but don’t kill him.” The thought of testing this newcomer brought a malicious smile to the brute’s maw, an aggressive spark coming to his yellow orbs as he looked at Sebastian, waiting to see how he would react to the leader’s words. He of course was not looking to kill an innocent without word from a superior, but the thought of having a way to take out some of his anger on this new soldier made Grey Wind burn with the anticipation of a fight, even though he knew he could not maim or permanently injure him. Marx’s words confirmed his thoughts of how he was not out to injure the newcomer, “You want a place in our pack- show me what you can do. Nothing dirty, just a good clean… “ Marx paused and his paw struck the earth, “fight.” Grey Wind stood a few feet away from Sebastian, who gave him his best attempt at a devilish smile and the brute almost burst into laughter. Did this male think he could come into Abendrot and just defeat the soldiers within? Well he was in for a surprise. Grey Wind may not be as tough as Kershov, but he was no weakling. He would not be taken down by some new soldier that was trying to find a place within a pack. The anger that always threatened to spill over from within him was ready to burst to the surface now, and he wanted to lunge and sink his sharp canines into the throat of this arrogant boy in front of him. His yellow orbs looked cooly at the male in front of him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. He waited silently, seeming as if he was bored when really inside he was itching for a fight, his muscles ready to jump into action, his teeth and claws ready to sink and tear into new flesh. Grey Wind almost always allowed his opponents to attack first, wanting to size them up and know their methods to get the upper paw and really sink his teeth into them. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- Something Once Lost Will Never Return. - By Sebastian February 21, 2014 at 06:31:44 AM