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 November 16, 2014 at 02:54:27 PM by Felan.
Felan was constantly aware of his surroundings, including- and most importantly- the moods and emotions of his kin as he boldly led them through the forest towards an unknown territory. The slightest noise had his ears swivelling like satellite dishes upon his crown, searching out where the sound had come from and whether he should be concerned about its presence. However he was yet to find anything that would harm his family and most of the questionable sounds came from his own kin anyway. His mother and sister trailed far behind him now- as the growing scents nipped at his curiosity and dragged him closer. Yet he paused for a brief moment, checking that his family still walked behind him and as he did so, he found that his mother was comforting his frightened little sister. Felan had always known that demons haunted his darling sibling’s dreams and though he fought to protect her body he was unable to save her mind from the terrible curse she suffered. Yet he found slight relief in the fact that he offered her a sense of protection in this mad world; she would be the only one who ever saw the caring and nurturing side of this beast. His eyes cast a glance Corde’s way, a look that she would interpret as easily as words. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you;” a promise that he would never break. It was then that his mother was by his side addressing him with harsher tones than she used with his sister. A grin coursed its way across his jowls but as his eyes locked with those of his nursemaid, he quickly subdued it and nodded in agreement with her stern words. Above all things he respected his mother and would not swiftly dismiss her lessons. The words of caution were soon over and Felan found himself alone again- his mother slowing her pace in order to slot back in behind her children. And so the young, hot-headed, male pushed onwards using his new and tuning skills to track the formidable colognes of his new home. It was a scent that filled the brujo with a sense of belonging and power; a scent that would someday soon fill his gut with an un-measurable pleasure. After a brisk walk, the boy was soon commanded to stop. Two words were used to tighten his leash and though he wished to go against his mother’s words, the growl that followed it put an end to his rebellious ways. Even his display of irritation- swiping his paw through the mud- gained him yet another scolding and so he immediately stopped; even if he grumbled slightly. But the boy couldn’t stay made for long as his sister was soon by his side. She nuzzled against him gently and Felan leaned in closer, bringing his head to rest upon hers. He could feel the flutter of her delicate chest, panic quivering her form. However he felt the relaxation in her body as they embraced, knowing that she felt comforted by him. Azula seated her body on the other side of Corde as if the pair was creating a shielding cocoon around the timid lass. Felan watched her carefully, noting the dilation in her eyes as she gazed off into the lands. Whereas the scent of death and blood brought an unnaturally exciting feeling to the teenage brute, it un-nerved his sister noticeably and so he planted a tender lick on her forehead hoping that it would be enough to calm her for a little while. During his wait, the youngster was given the chance to gaze upon his new homeland finding it most remarkable. It portrayed a sense of loyalty and strength that no wolf would challenge. It was something the boy had longed for on most nights; a chance to prove his worth. And yet it provided something much closer to the lad’s heart. If this pack was as mighty as he had been told, then it would serve as a perfect place for his sister to live in. He had heard that the Alpha looked after his own and that would mean Corde would be protected. Of course that job had and always would be Felan’s but he wouldn’t be around forever- would he? But his thoughts were quickly dashed as a shadowed figure approached them from the tree line on the other side of the border. Felan was quick to stand, growing muscles showing ever so slightly from his thickening fur, placing himself in front of his sister- though it should not be seen as a threat. It was simply habit. His eyes quickly averted to his mother, gauging her reaction to see how he should behave. He hadn’t failed to notice the way the dark sir had settled his eyes, momentarily, on Felan himself and the lad was not sure whether to feel proud or annoyed. The creatures blank ambers had revealed nothing to the young boy and though he wished to confront the ebon man he lingered quietly listening to the rather pleasant greeting and question posed to his mother. All the while he pressed against his sister, whether it be with his tail or body, comforting her. She needed to stay calm, collected and so did he. |
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