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 23, 2014 at 01:30:20 AM by Aviias
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//Demolition of a delicate kind\\ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Aviias rose from her spot in the dirt as time began to pass and no one had showed themselves. Since when had the mighty clan of Abendrot become such slackers? Of course she could just waltz right in, she still knew these lands better than most of it's current occupants, and in her mind she still had just as much a right to be there. Kershov would find her eventually, being far too united with his kingdom to miss any change no matter how small. A change like her return would be the epitome of obvious. He'd track her down, that big old grimace on his face, his eyes dark with ever-present angst. He'd probably give her the business for being gone so long - actually he'd probably be more pissed that she had returned, like Marx. Aviias snickered. He could toss around all the threats in the world but she knew he'd never kill her; he'd throw her around some but never would he actually take her life. Somewhere deep down in the farthest reaches of his frozen heart he had a fondness for her. Aviias knew this and she used it to the best of her ability too. She always knew too well how to drive him right to the edge of insanity, with a single glance if need be. It was an innate talent, really. Bright baby blues scanned the small clearing that she had commandeered. Normally Avi would have kept herself hidden - once a spy, always a spy, right? - but she knew that finding her so blatantly out in the open would irk Kershov all the more and that sounded like far too much fun to pass up. Aviias inclined her muzzle a tad when a puzzling scent floated by on the evening breeze. What the bloody hell is that? She hissed, black lips curled and eyes narrowed. She had smelled many a horrific thing but this was far beyond her experience. Blood was a prominent piece of the mixture but it was so far masked by the scent of death and decay that it was almost unbearable. Unable to bring herself to show any kind of weakness, Aviias gritted her teeth and puffed out a large breath. There was only one demon on the planet she knew who could stomach any proximity to a stench like that, let alone create it willingly. This thought brought a twisted smirk to her maw and a mischievous light to her eyes. The king has arrived. She mused silently while shaking off her glossy, mottled coat. Dainty auds perked toward the sound of running paws - damn he was in a hurry. Before she could even finish her thought the very beast she had been waiting for burst forth. He stopped, that savage smelling thing hanging from his powerful and scarred muzzle. Aviias glared curiously at the creation before raising her gaze to meet Kershov's. Jeez, miss me much? She purred out sarcastically as she watched his lungs heave in the air they desperately craved. I see you've taken to the arts, a new hobby perhaps? I knew you'd get bored without me. Aviias smirked wider as she again eyed the creature - winged rabbit? - in Kershov's jaws. You're not looking too good nowadays old man, get your ass kicked recently? She asked cheekily after taking in his missing eye and new array of scars. Her tail was the only part of her moving as it waved behind her slowly once every few seconds. Kershov's fur stood on end as he continued to stare at her, she was beginning to get irritated. Why was he not responding? Was she not dangling the bait close enough yet? Soon he'd have to snap. When she was about to open her mouth again to say something witty about it being impolite to stare, the king finally dropped his carcass and opened his mouth to speak. His voice was rougher than she'd remembered, but held a tiny speck of that familiar dark humor she had grown accustomed to. She held her tongue and steadied her frame until he burst through her personal space bubble. Her own hair began to raise instinctively due to his close proximity. You always have known me far too well, yet never well enough, sir. She spat out as his face drew closer to her own. Of course I am here to raise hell, which obviously includes giving your new queen a run for her money, but that was not my only intention. For now know that what is my business shall remain that way. I'm sure you can understand, after all, we all have our secrets. Aviias flashed Kershov a malicious smile as her pink tongue poked out to lick her thin lips. She couldn't very well tell him everything, now could she? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aviias xXx Vixen xXx 4 Years xXx Tortured by Kershov xXx Chained to None xXx No Spawn Espionage for Mighty Abendrot Puppet of Morgin Kharress@gmail.com |
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