we could be the kings and queens

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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we could be the ^kings and _queens
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Posted on April 16, 2015 at 11:33:50 PM by Amias

Lonely

That was the word that had come to describe the pale brute. He spent little to no time with his family, feeling that it was time to carve out his own life. That was just the addled teenage brain speaking. Amias had discovered that he hated being alone in the world, or at the very least feeling like he was. He was sure that Verity wouldn't mind if he came back, but he wasn't about to do that. He'd been so sure of himself when he left, coming back would just be admiting defeat. Defeat to the big, wide world. Besides, who knew if the others were still with their mother? Maybe they too had gone their own ways. What a shame that would be. Mias had always felt pretty close to them, particularly Ame. His older brother had been his favorite sibling and little Amias was rarely found away from his brother's side. With little to no personality of his own, he was like a blank canvas, ready to be painted with the mein of others. Indeed, he'd started to behave like Ame. Like the others as well, but mostly Ame. He finally had a personality: little snippets of everyone else's.

But now, it was washing away. His time in virtual solitude was reverting him back to his old, boring self. Mias had done his best to get company; he'd flirted with more than a few wolves he'd met, male and female, in hopes that they would rub off on him. They hadn't. Not in the long run. Only a few had stayed with him for more than a few hours, but they too left him. So again he was alone, with a dull personality. Amias had yet to figure out how to use this and his gift of mimicry to his advantage, but with time he would understand just how useful it could be. How easy it would be to appeal to others and how quickly he could do it. Unfortunately, it would be a while before he realized any of those things. And that meant being turned down by yet another companion.

Amias didn't hate being flat out rejected nearly as much as he hated succeeding in his efforts at finding someone to spend time with only to be left behind by them. It stung more. They never have him an explanation either. He just assumed it was because he was boring. And now here he was, dragging his sorry ass back to his den within Abendrot. A family of mice had decided it would make a nice home over the winter and the spring was bringing them out of the den. He would've eaten them, but they weren't more than a mouthful. Instead, they became his company. Sort of. Mias would trap one, then, like a cat, toy with it. He let it scramble around within his paws, then slam his paw on its tail. It wasn't all that exciting, but it was better than nothing.

He tired quickly of this game. The mice were getting smarter and faster. It simply wasn't fun anymore. Not as fun as it had been before. In lieu of actually trying to cure his oncoming boredom, the ivory brute stretched out in the sun, contemplating what to do with himself. The sun was so warm and the ground so soft that it wasn't long before Amias felt himself drifting off to sleep.

"REPORT."

Verity's son awoke with a start, blinking sleep out of his eyes. An ear shattering howl accompanied the call, which he'd only half heard, chasing out any remaining sleep. He supposed that meant him. He was part of Abendrot after all. At least he assumed so since Verity was. Amias hadn't actually met the alpha, not that he remembered anyway, but he'd heard about him. Kershov was it? Verity had told them all about him. Now it was time to see if the stories held as much water as he'd always assumed they did.

The Titan hadn't realized it at the time, but his den wasn't too far from the rendezvous point. His legs, which had begun to suit him more, trotted up the hill. Mias had finally started to grow into his teenage body. His legs were not nearly so long as they had been and he was filing out nicely. There was still bit of akwardness in his appearance, but he looked alright. He would never exactly be a stud, but he would be handsome. How would the others look? Would he recognize them, if they showed up?

Amias entered the clearing to find only one other lupine present. A female, who, by all accounts, was quite a sight to behold. And not in a good way. He kept himself from gawking out of politeness. He stood slightly behind her, not quite sure of it would be appropriate for him to approach the alpha and speak to him as she did. Probably not considering the two had never spoken. Instead, he scrutinized the arctic demon. He certainly looked every bit the white devil Verity had described him as, with all his scars. He also looked terrifying and yet Mias didn't fear him. Not exactly. He respected him sure, but no fear crossed his mind. His green eyes, like his mother's, only dull and listless, looked up at the mighty Kershov. He briefly made eye contact with the singular onyx orb, but quickly looked away. Accidentally challenging the most feared wolf in Blossom was not on the top of his to do list.

Replies:

WHY WON'T YOU DIE? - By Scarlet Nights April 26, 2015 at 09:19:39 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma April 28, 2015 at 01:34:26 AM
DRAIN ME OUT - By Sebastian May 1, 2015 at 00:32:58 AM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind May 7, 2015 at 00:48:04 AM
THE MAD KING [part one] - By KERSHOV May 7, 2015 at 03:33:01 AM
THE MAD KING [part two] - By KERSHOV May 7, 2015 at 03:34:47 AM
She will be loved - By Dawn of December May 12, 2015 at 10:44:20 PM
HIGH COMMANDER - By Marx May 13, 2015 at 11:13:53 AM
Darkness Imprisoning Me - By Azula May 14, 2015 at 02:17:01 AM
I Want a Flood; _{I Want an Ocean} - By Aimery May 20, 2015 at 02:44:07 AM
I'm a Survivor - By Halina May 20, 2015 at 02:47:27 AM
bring me a brighter tomorrow - By Enigma May 23, 2015 at 00:49:37 AM
THE MAD KING [part one] - By KERSHOV May 23, 2015 at 10:08:20 PM
THE MAD KING [part two] - By KERSHOV May 23, 2015 at 10:09:52 PM
Darkness Imprisoning Me - By Azula and Grey Wind May 28, 2015 at 09:51:56 PM
I Want a Flood; _{I Want an Ocean} - By Aimery May 20, 2015 at 02:43:59 AM

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