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 August 15, 2014 at 01:20:28 AM by Sebastian
S E B A S T I A N abendrot .x. of age .x. male .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh The massive demon had only recently departed from his second encounter with the russet damsel; how innocent she appeared to be, so seemingly calm and reassuring.. It was difficult for him to imagine her as the timid female that had stumbled upon his agitated silhouette at the stones, -- how fearful she had been of him, even before he had parted his maw to speak, -- This reflection caused the slightest hint of a chuckle to emerge from his thick jowls. She wanted to join his home, or had at least been highly considering the option ever since he had mentioned the territory. But why? What interest would such a gentle individual find within Abendrot boundaries? The land certainly had it's own reputation, after all. This was the piece of the puzzle that confused him the most, a raging uproar building within his already heated being as he struggled and conflicted with the part of him that wanted to shield the smaller, more delicate creature from the threats of war that were bound to break lose at any given moment, and the part that wanted to urge her forward to her full extent. After all, the prettiest of faces had proved to him to be the most efficient, most deadly.. Perhaps Kenna would impress him further yet. Still, he worried for her, -- which was unusual enough for Sebastian, -- with the exception being the king, never once before had he valued another's existence. This foreign emotion seemed to somewhat infuriate the shaded warrior, his heavy maw contracting and expanding in pure frustration with such bizarre ideas; he was even almost glad when a heavy cluster of foreign perfumes had ripped him away from such thoughts. Immediately, he had set out for these strangers, inward complaints about pathetic, prior visitations withering within his clouded cranium as his lengthy appendages directed him easily throughout the thick scenery of Abendrot. Hackles unconsciously raising with the presence of multiple lupines upon Kershov's borders, the massive boy had gradually slowed to rest upon the shaded tree line that reached before the small clearing; thick inhales accompanying the slight heaving of his heavy shoulders as the lack of familiar scents confirmed to him that his comrades had yet to greet the trio. With this, Sebastian pressed himself throughout the lingering branches, lifeless demeanor instinctively shifting into place as his amber windows had flickered across to capture the visage of each of the three individuals; choosing to momentarily settle their blazing view upon the young lad before they had finally cast themselves to rest upon what appeared the eldest of the group, mother, he liked to assume based upon the armored positioning that she obtained near the younger girl. When his large appendages had come to a halt, defined frame lingering just a few feet before them, his thick vocals immediately erupted. "Ma'am.", the greeting would be produced with the slightest dip of his cranium, "Your names and intentions, if you please." OOC -  |
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