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 16, 2014 at 04:46:49 PM by Eli
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& the scream was never heard ______________________ Vanished. Without a trace. Again. The first time it had been more bearable - he had even felt sure that she had made the right choice, there had been nothing left for the warrioress to profit from and her potential was to great to keep and wast in a war land only doomed to extinction. So, Eli had watched her go, knowing his pursuit or company would only endanger her - a thing he had sworn against doing… more than that, his entire purpose was to prevent such things from happening. The scene shimmered itself before the titan’s grey eyes. He hadn’t felt anything then, just purpose for even as he distanced himself from her it was clear why and it. made. sense. Now it did not… not in the slightest. The distance he had covered to find her again wore on his weathered paws, though not physically. Built upon limbs of incessant energy and a body of steel, Eli was no average specimen. His whole nature was for strenuous activity. He could withstand the highest of physical pressure and continue to think with a deadly precision. No, the distance was nothing… physically. Mentally it knawed at his insides and he was a shark in a cage. Angry, brooding, waiting to rip his bars open and watch them snap like twigs. But she was gone. His purpose had found itself backed against a twenty mile high impass and away from his habitat of bloody war and destruction… the quiet here smashed at his skull with all the force of a thousand blows. It threatened so deviously to wreck the dangerous silence that guarded Eli’s dagger like thoughts. It would have been easily bearable had Abendrot’s Queen… HIS queen… been by his side - or he at hers - even within detectable distance. Not this unknown disappearance. Abendrot’s lonesome corridors held no patriotism for the iron dragon. He could care less about the snowy king whom he had never met… mostly out of lack of interest and need. Perhaps he should make the effort, do what a soldier does when they are unsure - plot out the terrain, map the environment until you know it by heart, subjects included. Yet, no. He didn’t want any of this pack. Eli hadn’t come, like so many others, in search of the highest kingdom. Abendrot could profit off of him. They could use him as their most deadly weapon, the one who strikes on command without question. Without hesitation. They could… but they would be foolish to even think of it. Eli ONLY answered to Scarlet Nights. Her word could send him hurtling into the jaws of a whole army at her defense… off a cliff for all he cared. He was hers. There had been a time where she had relished him as her only loyal soldier, her personal assailant. And now she was gone… where? Even Eli couldn’t seem to trace her scent. A rare, completely useless thought nagged at the grey canid’s mind. She would have left him a trail had she wanted to be found. With jarring suddeness a treacherous snarl snapped Eli’s handsome visage out of rest. Lips curled to reveal long daggers - some broken and jagged, others sharper than knives. The display of something near to emotion was foreign… but one couldn’t quite call it that. His eyes didn’t change, they were as cold and clear as ever, betraying no ounce of feeling at all - a very plain piece of evidence that, for the time being, Eli’s mind was still as dangerous as ever. He stood, with his broad chest facing the cold wind that tore through Abendrot’s sheltered terrain, still and watchful. But now it was just habit. Like most pups had learnt to smile and talk - Eli had learnt to watch and NEVER lose focus. It was simply second nature. His image was one of war, scars littered his intricately patterned grey body, the black tendrils curling themselves around tone muscle to create a portrait of breathtaking, formidable beauty. Surrounded by the dark forest, Eli did look in his element. The only thing missing was an array of broken bodies and bloodied soil. |
 ELI .::. Titan .::. Devoted .::. Packless .::. Soare |
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- Re(1): - By ff March 23, 2016 at 05:17:32 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind August 18, 2014 at 10:15:59 PM