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 April 20, 2014 at 06:02:27 AM by Aviias
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//Demolition of a delicate kind\\ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Aviias was acutely aware of Kershov's frigid body. Though beaten and ragged, his presence was still as magnificent as always. Her cream pelt stood on edge, every hair standing at attention waiting for the first inevitable contact with his own. Cerulean eyes remained fixed on Kershov's warn down figure. What had happened since she left? Was he really losing himself? Just as the betraying thought crossed her mind Kershov opened his brilliantly armed muzzle and let the venom fly. Me? A prude? You seem to forget who chased your sorry ass for months on end. It was a brave move, yes, but why the hell not, right? Neither of them had ever crossed that border into uncharted territory. Balancing precariously like trained acrobats they tiptoed across the thin, wavering line under the big top crazy circus tent. It wasn't something either was expected to do, but Avi loved the upper hand that came along with being unpredictable. Maybe he'd berate her for her - what would he call it? stupidity, inadequacy? - but if she were lucky it would throw him for a loop. At least long enough for her to pull herself together. It apparently did not have the desired effect, as he steamrolled right on into their next debate subject without even another breath. His new girlyfriend. Aviias snorted her disgust and simply rolled her eyes. She should have known that's who Kershov would reach for. After all, in his mind, Scarlet Nights was his greatest weapon against her. Aviias didn't need the crutch of another to support her though, and as he fired mercilessly upon her she opened fire right back. It was then that Kershov breached the last of her personal space and laid his weary head upon her frame. She felt instead of heard the large sigh fall from his lips as he mumbled something she had a hard time deciphering. And was he sniffing her? Although it caught her off guard - a pleasant surprise, though she waited with baited breath for his laws to lock around her trachea - she refused to be derailed. She came here for a reason, and now she had to make at least some of her intentions known. Still though, she did not move. If her king needed someone to hold him up she would be the unwavering support - even if only for mere seconds. Oh don't give me that. She can be sexy all she damn well wants. There's no respect in being a whore.. I should know. She accompanied that last line with a wink and a knowing smirk. Here comes the killer though, if he thought he was mad before - oh man. She'd heard about the great queen's failure in the latest gossip and damn, she flubbed up. I'd be more concerned if she could actually hold her own a fight. She's nearly lost your precious throne old man, not to mention her own life. All that you've worked for these past years could be stripped from you, and because she failed it has fallen upon your shoulders. Now you need to go and fix it. You have to cover it up. Save her ass and yours. Does that sounds like someone who could contest me? Aviias still had yet to move, but her gaze remained fixed on the only visible faction of Kershov's face. She was eager for eye contact, if only to make her point with a meaningful glance. Being sexy gets you nothing but a bunch of squealing mouths to feed. You know that I never would have lost that battle, or any battle for that matter. I'm back and you can either put my skills to good use or let me waste away; but I think you know as well as I do that you need me here. Aviias was speaking purposely now, all signs of sarcasm and jest gone. This had become a serious talk, whether Kershov meant for it or not. She on the other hand, meant business. Sink or swim my liege, the choice is yours. Avi spoke confidently, and though her words seemingly gave her alpha a choice, her fierce and final tone of voice did not. 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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- THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV April 23, 2014 at 00:28:42 AM