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 18, 2014 at 07:15:38 AM by R I N
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- THE DEATH ARTIST - Any lupine with active lenses could sense that something wasn't quite right, something not quite functional, within the small girl's cranium, -- perhaps it was the betrayal within the warming chocolate of her hues, or maybe the enthusiasm that proved to continuously appear in each of her delicate steps. Seemingly oblivious to each of her surroundings, she would continue her lighthearted pace towards whichever destination she craved, cheerful grin appearing to embed itself within her splotched maw as it would gently caress her kissers. Though, despite her sweet appearance, her welcoming gestures, and even her fluffed canvas that seemed to soften her features even further and provide her with a pup-like aspect, rested a twisted reality to her entire impression. The girl was ill, -- the corruption within her gifted mind continued to manifest throughout the days, the chilling toxin inching it's pathway throughout her burning veins as if it were a deadly virus and gradually, it would prove to shred what remained of her sanity. Though, there was a specific dexterity that lay within the tainted paws of the young queen, -- an artist, she was, and with each of her pieces, she would contribute towards with her utter being as in attempts to perfect her work, increase and improve her self-taught skills. It was only when she had heard of the artistic displays upon the boundaries of Abendrot that her attention was almost automatically drawn, -- joining a pack had been an original intention of the girl's, the only concern that had seemed to delay these actions was the simple and lingering question of, - which one? It was this information that had caused the original eruption of her determination, and immediately, she had set off towards the foreign land. Hushed footfalls had marked her journey as she ventured throughout the thickening branches, delicate paws embedding themselves within the moist earth with each rotation of the wired muscle within her shielded shoulders. When her thick inhales were eventually accompanied with the heavy stench of an all-too familiar crimson, the perfumes growing more vile as she approached the imaginary lining that parted her tainted stilts from the terrain, her small maw had stretched to spread along into a light smile. Here, she would immediately lower upon her haunches, thickened plumage moving to tenderly caress her obsidian appendages as her chocolate portals ventured along the earth, desperate to capture the images of the pharaoh's infamous visuals as she awaited the arrival of the member that was bound to come. No such need to rush.. She would go through with her cautious inspection until her porcelain audettes had pivoted to capture the approach of another, curious hues snapping instantly forward to rest their warming gaze upon whichever inland being that had advanced towards her positioning. As always, a gentle smile would rest upon the placement of her jowls, -- the girl's appearance was appealing and seemingly delightful, attractive, despite the numbing poison and the unconsciousness that had settled within her flaunted curves. Timid, frail, unassertive, this would be the craved impression to broadcast for the member, as it had been for each lupine who had managed to cross her pathway within her previous years. - R I N - packless .x. of age .x. female .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh |
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