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 March 5, 2014 at 05:47:56 AM by Grey Wind
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_________________________________________________________________________ The brute was pleased to see the soldiers of Abendrot come so quickly to Marx’s call. Grey Wind made sure he was there first, wanting his presence to be known to the others, that he was their superior, their Captain along with AutumnLeaf who had not made an appearance as of yet. The large grey brute knew he was not the leader, and was not in pursuit to be, he was under the leadership of Marx in this instant and he would do whatever his Commander said of him. The brute walked leisurely through his home territory, enjoying the feeling of the earth under his paws and claws, walking around the annoyance of twigs and leaves, enjoying the momentary peace he had found. The grey brujo had not felt at peace in a long time, the state foreign to him and he did not know how to feel about it. Grey Wind was glad that he had a purpose though, his Commander telling him to travel to an enemy pack and find out what he could. Grey Wind was much more accustomed to Abendrot now, knowing this was his true home and where he belonged, so he knew that Bright Moon was not a pack on friendly terms with them. Sneaking around Bright Moon would be tricky if they were to find his whereabouts or his motives. Of course he was not looking to get into any fights with anyone, that was not Abendrot’s goal, at the present moment anyways. But the lupine was not stupid and he knew that if a Bright Moon wolf found him, a stranger with the scent of Abendrot heavy on his pelt, he would be in a tight spot. So he knew he would have to do his best to keep himself hidden, or try to mask his scent and pretend to be a loner, exploring the packs. The brute decided that would be the best option, as he would not be able to get much information for Marx and Kershov by slinking around the borders, hoping not to get scented. The brujo started to head to the borders of Abendrot in the direction of Bright Moon, ready to head out on his mission. He was surprised to hear the howl of a lupine at the borders, and by the sound of it a newcomer. Grey Wind was surprised by the amount of newcomers that had come to Abendrot, but he was pleased to see the pack growing so well. He quickly turned on his heels, heading in the direction of the call, ready to greet this stranger on the lands of Abendrot. Grey Wind stepped boldly out from the trees, not spying on the lupine before him like he so often did. Instead he took the time to size up the stranger in front of them, fierce yellow orbs taking in the silvery-grey pelt of the stranger, the scars that lined their flank, showing they were no stranger to the pains of the world and the evils within. Grey Wind knew that such scars could be held with reverence in a pack such as Abendrot, but where did such scars come from he wondered? And what did the lupine that had given these scars look like? Was this the type of lupine to exact revenge, to want to feel the blood of their enemies between their teeth and swallow it down their throat? The male knew that that’s what he would desire from someone that had hurt him in such a way, would want to scar their whole body until they became a lifeless mass of flesh. The brute had to force the dark thoughts out of his head, focusing on the newcomer before him. He kept his tail at the ranking it deserved, showing he was a ranked wolf and not a random brujo within. He sat down, meeting the gaze of the lupine as he finally opened his maw to speak, ”Hello, my name is Grey Wind, co-captain of the soldiers of this pack. What brings you to our borders?” He spoke politely, as he always did, respecting others until they gave him a reason not to, which they so often did. He did expect this wolf to be any different, but maybe they would surprise him. ________________________________________________________________________ |
Replies:
- Of Winter, Water and Wind - By Winter's Venice March 7, 2014 at 06:21:33 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV March 16, 2014 at 04:46:19 AM
Of Winter, Water and Wind - By Winter's Venice March 18, 2014 at 06:02:47 AM