<i>Of Winter%01 Water and Wind</i>

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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Of Winter, Water and Wind
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Posted on March 18, 2014 at 06:02:47 AM by Winter's Venice

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

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

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It�s been a long time since I stopped convincing myself to feel a certain way. Surrounded by the dark and twisted forest, it is still easy to feel the salty breeze; to see the innocent stares of the others. The way they would stand, huddled together and whispering, every once and a while casting a look in our direction� just waiting. So trusting. But they never did understand. My stunning, free, wild domain is conquered. The lack of ache in my soul would surprise them, the naive citizens who fell when they lost their footing. But they never did understand.
The swell of thunderous waves, echoing the dark heavens was my blue sky; the bloodied opponent was a mirage of coloured masterpiece; the scars of power ARE the only ones worth acquiring. It is what keeps our world on its feet: formidable. So, when my cliffs were no longer strong, I drew it from my own and did what was due to such a wondrous place: I took its spirit and essence and left my own mark on the cowards.
I swore long ago that no weakness would ever find its way into me, that I would never serve one who did not earn their title.
The wind says much when one is keen enough to hear it. My own words were just shivering through the air when I did hear. The rush of movement preceded its cause. And in that time I could have sworn that the forest itself quieted to announce the arrival.
A swelling anticipation tightens my chest as the underbrush tremors in prelude. Of all the lies and deceptions that this world tolerates, the faking master is not included. I believe with no trace of doubt that a true leader cannot be forged� but must be born. It is easy to find them, especially when they live in their element. I can feel it. To others, intimidation might follow this discovery; to me, it is reason for possibilities and potential. I suppose I have found my way to one of those situations where I allow the honestly angelic smile to surface. The white beast that claims my attention is a work unto himself.
A permanent smirk has carved itself into the creature�s dominant aura. Sheer mass and confidence define him. And suddenly, I want very much to hold his faith. Words of silken command tell me more through their tone than through direct language - without imposition, I bend my forelegs and bow my temptress figure before the king. I am proud. But there never was shame in crouching before a leader worth following. This is why I have never felt humiliation. I and I alone have the power to dictate the use of my loyalty; I have chosen well before and it appears that today is no exception.
Eyes bright and confident, I keep them low and find myself starring at the master�s gigantic claws with an eagerness that I had forgotten. The hope that ravages my ribs painfully is consuming.
I do sincerely hope that you, Sire, may find some use in what I can offer.
Considerably slighter and smaller than the king, I have perfected my own talents. I may be slim but I can stand tall and undaunted in front of larger foes with speed that has yet to be matched. My body holds silent and still, the youth coursing through my veins has not yet faded though my mind has been tried with years beyond my time. Thrumming lusciously against my breast bone, my heart sends electric blood rushing limb to limb. Suddenly, with boundless energy, I pray to be granted the privilege of service.
The king has little to fear from me just as long as his strength never waivers which I doubt that it will. My driven purpose has always been to make the strong stronger and the leader more protected.

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{Of WINTER, WATER, and WIND}

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