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...?

Refresh/Reload

Of Winter, Water and Wind
IP: 154.5.63.177















:: Loveless :: Pack-less :: Pupless :: Soare

W i n t e r 's V e n i c e


He came quickly, this one - the mildly assertive boy. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised; however, the volume of pathetically claimed packlands has appeared to have risen since I last walked amongst them. I stand easy, shoulders sloping and relaxed while I hold my tail low. The stranger’s yellow gaze meets my own ice blue stare for a moment before scanning my form. For the predictability of the countless souls I have strayed upon, I guess easily that the furless pink stripes decorating my sleek flank will be his focal point. Ah, if only the marks of blood and claw were as truthful as they appeared. The wind sighs breathlessly through this woods - its timeless now: a switching of roads, a change in course - the cliff edge feeling that comes when decisions are about to be made. I ground my clawed runners in the ground, feeling the gentle give of the forest floor - for a second I satisfy myself with the prime fitness radiating for my core.
When the wolf speaks, he takes on a relatively polite tone - suggesting confidence and comfort with the situation. Control. Good, a pack with weak members was no strong hold. Lowering my skull to this encounterer, eyes glowing angelically, I give the gar his response.

Greetings, captain. I am Venice. I have travelled far - and fast; it is my search of allegiance that has lead me here.



I submit to the truth of my request, as truth conquers all that may come before it. I can see from the bruno’s manners that he is happy (or something of the sort) to be at home. The mere thought of home is the only thought to which I grant power to exude sorrow. I too, had a home once. A place that is now filled with anger and hatred, weakness and evil alike. The bastards robbed me of my home… but more than that, they stole the precious memories and replaced them with darkness and failure.

Ah, the ghost on the cliff - once many would have sworn that I was a feature as permanent as the rocky shores themselves. They would be wrong. And this, this my friend, I think with an inward and vicious snarl, was my release, but a painful one at that. My skill is in my senses, I can see beyond the physical way - I can feel the current of emotion that dominate my adversaries, understand their demons… their motivations. My soul is mine, and mine alone but I use it to the purpose of my choosing. To serve and benefit the power I have faith in following.
When I look back at the captain, I see his strength and belief… his loyalty. Its a beautiful thing really. Something sacred thats dwindling in our world.



{Of WINTER, WATER, and WIND}


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