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 25, 2014 at 08:32:10 PM by ELI
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& the scream was never heard ______________________ Swivelling slowly, the dragon’s massive skull bares eyes of steely grey to stare - facing the wind leaking from the pack’s heartlands. He has seen something… he must have for it would appear impossible for the smallest creature to slip past his iron watch. When this “something” becomes known however, it is only to show the varg’s unyielding gaze was not searching after a flicker of movement: materialising from the thickening forest ahead, the shadow is spared from his sight. She approaches: ivory grin bared, body torn and ripped yet with a fluent, easy stride. Her lyrics dissolve across the void, confirming that there is life within this beast and not just a dreadful omen. Eli she calls him, as if greeting an old friend. It only a subtle change in the grey warrior that suggest familiarity. Where as before those undead orbs stared into the festering night, now they spear themselves against the darkness - sliding across each gap between trees, exposing every blind-spot. Except for a brisk glance, the soldier doesn’t give the impending threats a moment unawares. Impressing that the femme fatale could have waltzed across a bomb field and nothing would touch her. The smell is familiar to the stony soldier - the sharp, metallic yet stale smell. If anything it is the third companion meeting here tonight. And then his voice… Were there not those who suggested you take it easy once, my liege? If I do recall, their vocal cords sounded much better between your teeth. There was no hint of bravado, no extravagance, no egotistical taste - but the creature’s quiet, rough voice held all the confidence in the world. It was in his very make-up to serve his lady - he had been trained to look out for her, do her bidding… her every wish. But only the very best - he was the single, most valuable weapon to any wolf, but only if they could command him. Scarlet Nights could. ONLY Scarlet nights could - and this was Eli’s decision. It was as if no time had passed - she, resilient and unbending; he, unforgiving and deadly. The time had finally come. For many seasons the grey dragon had kept from his usual place at her side. It hadn’t been wise to rendez vous any earlier - she had been better off without him. But now, now it had been long enough. You, my lady, owe me nothing but the privilege itself. As he was trained (always, as he was trained), Eli kept the specific workings of their relationship in silence. The darkness is your light when the enemy knows not. The obsidian decorated soldier was a monster at her side - always ready and waiting. Behind her perfume of blood and guts, there was a marked scent. He had known where to find her and therefore her stake upon the dark realm didn’t surprise him. However, Eli knew as well as she did (from experience) that deadly things happened inside the sweet walls of home. |
 ELI .::. Titan .::. Devoted .::. Packless .::. Soare |
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