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 July 6, 2014 at 11:20:54 PM by Sebastian
S E B A S T I A N abendrot .x. of age .x. male .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh It was as if the great demon had been submerged beneath harsh waters, the scarlet serpent's threats slurring through his obsidian audettes incomprehensibly as he bared his ivory incisors in her direction once more. The male was impenetrable by the outer atmosphere, his thoughts wavering through his cranium almost a mile per minute as his pupils began to frequently contract; amber hues narrowing as he set his view directly upon his target. The beast's view of the snake held more precision, his blurred mind taking note of each movement, each quiver of the lean muscles beneath her tainted canvas. She was viewed as an almost delicate matter as the man had begun to strategize his next actions. No, -- he had made the mistake of letting her flee the previous time. Today would be different. A thick snarl had erupted from his wide maw once more, seemingly-rabid portals gazing intently upon the she-beast as she had pivoted to make her leave. This was where he saw the fault, the slight opening in which he could produce his next strike. With the shocking swiftness of his long appendages, the beast had invaded the remaining distance that separated the two, heavy mass shifting to the right, appearing as his original maneuver had, -- as a direct hit, -- though at the very last moment, he would throw his weight to the left, amber hues blaring as he had hopefully knocked the girl from her paws. If his conduct had been successful, the snake would be thrown to the earth, and Sebastian would instantly react to this with the heavy slam of his great paw upon her bodice, extreme weight pressing her down into and towards the dirt, -- where she had always belonged, -- before his extending jaws would attempt to close around a front appendage, her slim throat, even in the areas of the snake's facade. The crazed male would throw his jaws to whichever came first into his view, and when his large maw had collapsed upon the skin, great daggers penetrating beneath the girl's canvas, he would shake, -- the jerking action would be harsh, frequent. He would chomp and twist, tugging deeply and raggedly upon whichever piece of flesh he had managed to capture. He would continue this action until the girl had managed to press his large frame away, -- this most likely resulting in greater agony as his sunken jaws would act in refusal to part. If he perhaps would miss, -- though he had liked to have doubted that he would, as a single lupine could dodge strikes for only so very long, he would direct his weight so that he would face her once more, large frame seemingly quivering as his muscles tensed with infuriation, aggravation. He would immediately throw himself towards her smaller frame another time, though his intention would not be to knock her around, -- he would instantly strive for the bite, his large jowls reacting and extending swiftly in time with his great stature as he suddenly launched himself towards the earth to capture the flesh residing high upon her hind pillars. When, and most importantly, -- if, -- this had been accomplished, he would go forth with the same jerking motion as before, great cranium shaking frequently and harshly, attempting to rip and tear the flesh that he had managed to obtain within his wide maw. Once captured, his jowls would immediately lock, again refusing to part ways. The girl forcing him away could almost certainly result in a greater tear, ragged and deeper wounds. Though, this was simply a possibility, a hope, lingering within the very pits of the demon. OOC - I'm not meaning to power play. Apologies, if I do!  |
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