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 22, 2014 at 03:31:53 PM by Havok
The odds are stacked against you... There was something different about the dragoness. Maybe it was that all sanity she once possessed was gone, maybe it was that she didn't care care anymore? Who knew? Ever since the fight about a month ago, Havok had been laying just inside of Abendrot, losing weight as she deteriorated. Havok was in bad condition, and she knew it. Her shoulder and paw were growing stiff, still misplaced and shattered badly, causing her to be unable to hunt anything at all. A few times, she had managed to drag herself from the pit she had settled in under a large oak to gnaw on some scraps or lap from a puddle, but that was it. Lifting her scarred skull, Havok flicked her single standing dome to the sound of paw steps just behind the wall of rocks she was hidden behind. The wall of rocks lay in front of her, as she lay in a shallow pit under a tree that was her home for weeks. Just as she thought it had passed, a large creature leapt atop the short wall, a coyote in search of a meal. Having spotted Havok, it snarled and came towards her, hoping to feast upon her rotting flesh. Giving her own weak growl, Havok attempted to drag herself farther towards the tree, before the coyote snapped and caught hold of her rump. Turning around, Havok locked her jaws around the skull of the coyote, cracking it's skull to let it die a slow death. There it lay, in a puddle of it's own blood, breathing heavily as it began to fade. It was a funny thing to watch in Havok's eyes. Perhaps it was because it wouldn't be long before she began to die? Yes, yes. That was it. The space just above her rump was now a torn up fleshy blood covered area, stinging badly as gnats swooped around the carcass and her rump. Snarling, Havok let her head drop to the dry dirt that formed the dugout she lay in. By now, Havok had figured out that she needed somebody to help her. She needed a healer, as Kershov had promised her. Lifting her head weakly, Havok let loose a deep, summoning call to Kershov and Kershov only. They needed to speak. Actions thoughts "Do you hear me?" Death awaits you, my dear... |
Replies:
- THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV March 28, 2014 at 11:58:20 PM
The way of the wild - By Havok May 30, 2014 at 01:37:08 AM
THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV June 28, 2014 at 06:18:07 PM
This is the end - By Charity July 20, 2014 at 08:14:04 PM
THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV August 13, 2014 at 02:47:09 PM