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 26, 2014 at 07:42:46 PM by Enigma
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I should have known he'd come. He always does. My ears flicker toward his position, my nostrils inhaling his cologne like a strengthening potion. When I feel at my weakest, he always gives me strength. I know he's been busy with his soldiers as of late and with talking to pretty girls like Hestia. Look at me, getting a little jealous over words. Everyone knows words mean little, it's the actions that speak volumes. I know he's watching me. I can feel him like a cloak washing over my shoulders, like warm sunlight on a cloudy day. He's right to think I'm pretty distant from the pack at this point. It was shocking to find out Kershov actually uttered those words, that he considered a new second. Did he even think to call for me? Did he think to hunt me down and demand why I've been slacking? No, he's been too busy coming to the beck and call of his puppet queen. He's been too busy actually falling for Scarlet. I don't know her motives yet. I don't know the way she thinks. She didn't give me a reason not to trust her at our first encounter but she didn't give me reason to give her trust either. She's fought for Abendrot and that's all well and good but she's a lover of bloodshed, no matter the reason. I can smell it on her. She's Satanican. She's used to killing. She's used to battles over nothing. What's to say she didn't take the challenge out of boredom? I need to research her more. With Kershov pushing me away, my purpose has shifted and for once in my life, I feel a little lost. If not a General, what am I? Some brat Omega to be pushed around? I don't think so. I'll rip out the throat of the first wolf who tries to make me obey. They don't have my loyalty, not the first one. The ones who stay, those get points. The deserters who show a face and then don't come to the call of the next meeting, they lose all my respect, all my reason to protect them. Aviias is one of those deserters. She comes around when she feels like it, when she wants to cause a little bit of chaos. And to think she is worthy of such a title? Kershov disappoints me.It's an understatement to say I am not at all happy with the ice king. And he'll be sure to know about it, when I'm damn well ready for him to. I know he's coming close but still he pauses. That's a first for Marx. He never hesitates. I flick my ears back toward him before my head slowly follows, a bright blue eye taking in his magnificant frame. At his smile, my lips twitch but I don't have it in me to smile back at him, not right now. Not until this burden is off my shoulders. At his question, my head tilts, my gaze falling back to the pack lands spread out before me. "Only the best kind." My words are low and smooth as silk but there's no sarcasm to back it up this time, only a matter of fact tone. Finally I feel the welcome bristle of his fur against my own as he takes a seat, rubbing his head against me like a cat as he chuckles low in his throat. Such a sound would make any girl swoon. I wish I could press my head against his neck and feel such a strong vibration, such a telling of life, but I cannot bring myself to do it. I feel his muscle spasm and my own body trembles in response, wishing I could let loose and show him how much he means to me. He rubs his head against me and I push into him, reassured simply by the warmth of his skin. At the sound of her name, my lip curls back, showing the edge of a canine before I slip the cover back into place. The only sound I can manage to make in reply is a low "hmm." If I turn my head enough, I swear I can see the wheels turning in his head and I know it spells trouble for someone. He never sets his mind on something without seeing his dream accomplished. It's one of the many things I love about him. His body wraps tighter around me and I finally let loose a sigh, my shoulders loosening up some as only he can make me do. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you missed me." My lip twitch more, the shadow of a smirk on my porcelain lips as I fix my blue and green gaze on my shadow knight. |
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