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 June 21, 2015 at 01:44:09 AM by Dawn of December
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The slender earthen toned marionette had created a grand entrance for herself amongst the pack, whispers and rumors of the girl who caught a humming bird. However December was unsure if these rumors were due to distaste, or being impressed. And so, the woodland toned sylph disappeared quietly into the forest of Abendrot, the frigid king granting her access to the most feared army in all of Blossom, if December said she was not pleased with herself, she would be lying. However weeks had trickled past quietly, the sun rising and setting as it should over many days, and the moon following it like a pup tailing it's mother. Dawn of December watched it all, she heard the movements of the other soldiers, panting and talking softly, marking borders and keeping the pack fed. December however, stayed silent. It was not for lack of gratitude, she simply was a quiet vixen, and while the terra painted lass was indeed grateful to be here, she wanted to... Adjust. And so she spent her time weaving in and out amongst the trees, skirting away from the borders where anxious wolves cried desperately to join Abendrot. Perhaps the thought should they be granted access to Kershov's little war zone he would not harm them, however December did not believe such logic. Kershov was a dark, twisted creature, a commander worthy of respect, and perhaps a healthy amount of fear, for December believed the arctic warrior would not hesitate to hurtle his frame upon another and rip their jugular from their precious little skeleton should one displease him. This fact and this fact alone is why as the sun rose gleefully upon this wicked forest the large boned wolfess abandon digging a den for herself and moved toward where she had first met Kershov, a quaint clearing that had been filled with warriors, quiet, lethal power hid behind these trees and this assassin was all too well aware of it. December moved slowly into the clearing, rubbing her thick pelt upon a nearby tree. Her hips hugging it tightly as she paced, unsure what she expected to find in this desolate place. An earthen painted tail swished in anticipation, this would be her first encounter with any whom stumbled into this area, and while the well built dragoness was excited, she had no intention of appearing overeager. Instead the vixen padded slowly over to a rock, creamy paws pressing into the soft earth as she leapt easily upon it and circled, once, twice, three times before she lay, chocolate toned opticals closing halfway, but still, watching, waiting to see what happened. Word count: 437 | |
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Replies:
- Darkness Imprisoning Me - By Azula June 21, 2015 at 03:12:39 AM
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