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 May 20, 2015 at 02:47:27 AM by Halina
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Kershov had been openly glad to see her when she dragged her broken body up the hill, and responded in kind when she joked about herself. As spry and lovely as a sapling. Halina’s deep throaty laugh bubbled forth and she blinked her lashes at him in mock flirtation. “Oh what a charmer you are. If only you were a femme…” Another chuckle escaped before Kershov spoke. He next assured her that he would tell the pack as to why she appeared before them weak and vulnerable and she merely nodded, turning her eyes to the slope before them, but a grim yet amused smile crossed her lips when he spoke about Draven’s punishment. An act she would enjoy immensely. Though Halina had been the first to reach the Ice King’s side, she was not the last. Uncomfortable, she shifted her weight between her four limbs, unable to find a position that did not cause her pain. The pitting edema that lay within her skin fully covered her and no matter how she moved, her weight continuously fell upon some part of her. Still, she remained silent, awaiting the ranks she knew were coming shortly in response to the same call she had responded to herself. If she was to be honest with herself, she was perhaps nervous to meet the rest of the pack. Though she had met one other, Aerten, who had originally greeted her at the borders of this packland, she had met no other. Maniaclly, she smiled as she thought of one other she had met… though she was sure that Draven did not consider himself a pack member. No… he was a slave. Or, perhaps, to be more accurate, her own little voodoo doll. And his punishment would come soon, as soon as Kershov gave her the word. Her wrath would be unleashed upon him as she had done once before, but this time with Kershov’s skills to guide her. Draven would not die, but rather be reborn into something else. The first to arrive after her was a brute who entered from behind and remained behind her. As he approached, her swollen auds swiveling to track his progress, and when silence marked his halt, she turned her head ever so slightly, her dark azures piercing the boy who looked so uncertain of himself, marking his emeralds as the brute sought to look upon Kershov’s ocularum. But the varg, who she would soon learn was named Amias, dropped his gaze from Kershov’s within moments. The Ice King inquired as to his dubbance, while speaking about the boy’s parents. A femme arrived next, her aura reeking of death and she announced herself, her vocals causing the king to freeze. I do believe I find myself late. So this was the ess who was born to match the dark king. Not tame him, nor melt his heart, but match him. A smirk ran over her lips and Halina turned to watch the ess’ approach, and entrance that would be sure to capture the attention of any audience. It certainly caught Halina’s. Had the ess not been mated to the king, Halina would have considered having an interest in her herself. The queen’s frame was sharp, every motion a threat, but the mate to the Ice King hardly paid any attention to Halina or Amias. No, instead she rubbed herself upon Kershov, reclaiming him as her own, whispering something to him before addressing their minions. My lovelies. I don’t believe we have been acquainted – my name is Scarlet Nights. Halina dipped her head in greeting, at the same time lowering her dark gaze in respect. “Any femme as lovely as you who can rule beside the Ice King and not in his shadow is deserving of all bowing before her. I shall not disappoint, my Queen.” Without glancing up, she approached the pair. Though it caused sharp pains to run through her entirety, she slipped a limb forward and her weight backward, bowing to the ess. “My name is Halina.” Her voice lowered to but a whisper, so that the younger varg would not be able to hear the words. “If it so pleases you, I think there is a plaything deserving of your attention that is the cause of my current extravagant glamour. Though Kershov had promised me that he would be my doll to play with, I would gladly allow you to enjoy him instead.” She smiled and backed up, returning to her previous seat, grimacing as she settled once more. Halina, even in the face of a lethal device, would always flirt… and offer her loyal allegiance to those deserving. Soon after, others arrived. One who laid a fawn at Kershov’s feet, named by the King to be his Beta. Another timid one who took up residence next to the first. A brute who greeted Halina and the others, introducing himself to those he apparently did not know. In response, Halina smiled briefly and coldly, awaiting Kershov’s words – now was not the time to pour out her history and make nice with everyone. It was the time to listen. “Halina.” And then finally, Kershov did speak, addressing the pack as a whole, asking for their opinions as to the future of the pack. Before any dared to answer him, a femme arrived, presenting a rare gift as a bribe- a caught yet living hummingbird. Halina could not help herself – a pur rumbled in her chest, amused by the delicate and yet impressive show the stranger had presented. Next a brute who clearly was mate to the Beta, and Halina made it a point to meet his eyes, dipping her head in greeting before turning her eyes to the next wolf, a femme who apologized but then was silent. Halina spoke swiftly and directly to Kershov, her voice clear though her body shook. “We should not attack without a goal, and we should not align ourselves with another unless the benefits are clear. As for our ranks, why should we pick only one option? We should swell by both recruitment and force, to show that you are to be both respected and feared, by forcing a select few who are the pups of ranked wolves to force alliances in exchange for their safety. We need healers, my Lord. We have warriors and strength, but we need wolves to heal them when they are injured.” She fell silent, not saying Kahlan’s name aloud, but thinking of her clearly in her mind. || Warrioress|| Adult|| No Mate || No Kin || Abendrot || Azura || |
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