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 22, 2014 at 04:52:41 AM by Scarlet Nights
Was she imagining it? The ring in her bells had grown louder and the whimpers at her paws had diminished into nothing. The ringing was deafening- literally, the ambiance of the forest, her forest, was gone. A piercing scream was all that remained. Is it me screaming? Suddenly a flash of white moved towards her with alarming speed to her left and struck out in front of her. Her mind halved and the first instinct was to flay Pyreo where he stood, the second listened to reason that her lovely Ker stood before her. Tell me all about it, my dearest. His voice snapped into his deafening, piercing silence and her pupils dilated, neck raised and felt the lightest pressure of his skull upon her brow. Such a gentle touch for such a large beast. Scarlet instantly melted into Kershov’s embrace, leaning into that ice sculpted chest, pain be damned, inhaling his perfume. It was now she realized that his musk being so close fulfilled her current need for safety and kindness…but she had other needs too.
Scarlet pelt and crimson stained muzzle rubbed up his expansive chest and along his scarred jaw line. Blood from her neck wound soaked into his alabaster robes, linking them by the multiple splotches that stained both the alphas. Her maw paused at his jaw line, pink muscle snaking out to groom his muzzle delicately, tenderly. Her internal rage war simmered at the cool touch of her ice born hero. Nights rubbed against him affectionately, slowly, spreading his musk back onto her and her perfume and blood all over him. She was slightly disappointed to scent the last intruder on him, knowing deep down the slug was somewhere within her playground. I’ll find you later, my newest plaything. If the wolves of Blossom had a problem with what Kershov did to Vladya- they had another thing coming.
You brought me a toy. How good of you.
Her voice, still sultry and seductive as ever, was tainted with slightly mockery, dancing willfully with a deeper vengeance along its edges. Scarlet smiled at him, her dark amber orbs piercing into his. She sat in front of him, head turned over her shoulder and winked at him. No amount of pan or injury would ever make her deny her true nature and Nights was a creature of both wants and needs. Eyes locked with his single orb, surrounded by snow and a frame of ice, she pressed into him. A subtle moan escaped her throat as she did so. Her frame quivered, wanting to be enveloped between him as much as was ever possible. They were alone, so alone and they got such little chance to be alone that Nights had been craving a fix from her king for some time. Scarlet was not a creature to let her wants be known until it suited her- like now.
My dear. I do believe I’d kill anyone who interrupted us at this moment.
It was a murderer’s romance, a loving tale of slaughter and torture with moments, single moments of true passionate love thrown in. Covered in blood, what better time could there be to tempt a creature out of his cage Nights looked down at the headless coyote and smirked. She would find a nice deer’s skull and prop it on top, perhaps complete with antlers if she felt like being creative enough. A single paw reached out and prodded the stiffening carcass of the coyote.
I was just getting started, you know. Stress relief is good for your queen.
A slight, dark chuckle erupted from her maw and she went back to pressing herself against Kershov and affectionately rubbing her bruised her against his.
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- THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV May 4, 2014 at 00:43:20 AM