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 22, 2015 at 11:07:40 PM by Enigma
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When I smell a stranger within the borders of Abendrot, my hackles immediately stand on end and I hurry toward the source. Of course she doesn't exactly make it hard to find her. I hear a voice actually singing and I know no wolf of Abendrot would be idiotic enough to throw such a voice into the air. She sounds whimsical and energetic, the exact opposite of most of Abendrot's wolves. We are known as disciplined, maybe even impassive and yet we are focused and mostly we think as one. Her smell is unfamiliar, the scent of a loner and my nose wrinkles at it, my tail flicking behind me in irritation that she would go right over the borders with no care for pack law. "That may be sooner rather than later." I mutter to myself in answer to her lyrics, if you would call it that. I can hear her giggling and an irritable growl drips from my lips as they curl back, revealing my pearly white fangs as I continue to sprint toward her. I can make out a nimble form heading up a slope just ahead so I pick up the pace, tail lashing out behind me like a whip as I race toward her. She throws her head back, letting loose a sound of victory and I use that distraction to launch at her, aiming to tackle her and roll her right back down the slope. I'll use the element of surprise and the momentum of my weight being thrown at her to put myself on top once we come to a rest and there I can straddle her and pin her down with my chest, saliva dripping into her face as I snarl down at her, green and blue eyes staring her down like a nightmare in a black zorro mask. "At this point, I don't care who you are. My only question is this...how fast or slow do you want to die?" |
Replies:
- The sweet hath gone before - By Lenore May 25, 2015 at 09:12:34 PM
let's play, doll - By Enigma May 25, 2015 at 09:42:53 PM
The sweet hath gone before - By Lenore May 25, 2015 at 11:23:19 PM
putting a spin on loyalty - By Enigma May 25, 2015 at 11:54:07 PM
THE MAD KING - By KERSHOV June 5, 2015 at 04:55:11 PM