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 03:12:39 AM by Azula
All That I See, Absolute Horror  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The female’s tail lashed out in frustration behind her. She had been disappointed that her two kin had not come to the first pack meeting that had taken place since the family joined. She knew that the two may have been forced into this pack at first, but she knew that they would fit in. Their family’s background surely was messed up enough to fit in with a pack that had the particular reputation that Abendrot had. It was no mystery to the wolves in Blossom that only a particular kind of lupine would fit in with the vargs that prowled through Abendrot’s lands. The leader of the lands was not known to be a kind or understanding wolf, but a warrior who knew the hardships of the world and would not take any weak being into his pack. Azula was pleased that he had accepted herself and her two young into the pack. The demoness still worried about her daughter, though she never shared these thoughts with anyone. The younger female had fears of the world that Azula did not understand, but she was a cruel mother. She did not coddle her young, and she never would, but that did not mean that she did not love them and still care for her daughter despite not understanding her fears. But no matter how much she cared for her young, she was still frustrated with them. They both better have a good excuse for not answering Kershov’s call. Sure Azula had been late, but she had gone, apologized in person to the male that she had pledged herself to. Surely that was better than not showing up at all? In truth she had not been in a pack for so long, had never been in a normal pack, so she did not know what the wiser choice was. But the ice king seemed to accept her apology, so she supposed she had made the correct choice. The scarred multi-hued female was going to have to make a point to talk to her son and daughter about the respect that they needed to show to the alpha, especially if they wished to stay in this pack. She could not force them to do anything, not now that they were teens, and she did not want them to get kicked out because they couldn’t show up to a pack meeting. But was the fault in her? Had she not raised them correctly and she was to blame for her kin not being present for the alpha? Doubt entered her, along with guilt at the fact that she may have done a pure job of raising her two offspring. The female did not have a good upbringing herself, and maybe it was now showing in her own kin. Azula made a mental note that she was going to have to be more aware of these things in the future. She did not want her son and daughter to be raised badly as she had been. And so the warrioress decided to patrol around the territory, in hopes that she would be able to distract herself from the frustrations of her young. She knew that really they had not done anything wrong, but she did not know what the alpha would think and she did not want it to reflect poorly on her. She knew if this was her old pack that she would be the one to be punished if ones she was responsible for did not show up to something like a pack meeting, and she did not want to start off her time in Abendrot having the king of the lands looking at her poorly. Her paws lad her easily through the trees, the territory familiar to her since she had joined the pack. The multi-hued female made sure that she familiarized herself with the packlands as soon as she was accepted by Kershov. As Azula aimlessly wandered the pack, she caught the scent of another lupine, one of a female, one of her pack mates. As she followed the scent for a moment, she recognized it, but could not put a name to it. The demoness was a quiet lupine, but a curious one, so she decided to see who it was that was also out and about in Abendrot. As her gray stilts carried her to a large rock in the territory she saw the form of the female on top of it, brown orbs slightly closed but still alert to her surroundings. The female knew that even if an Abendrot member did not appear to paying attention to their surroundings that it was a farce, it was impossible to sneak up on one that lived in this pack. So Azula knew that the other female would know she was approaching and she was not worried about startling her. Her paws stopped carrying her once she was in front of the large rock, light green orbs looking up to the other varg. Now she remembered who this one was, she had come late to the pack meeting, but had brought a unique gift to the king of these lands, a live hummingbird. Kershov had played with the living being for a moment before continuing on with the meeting, but Azula did not remember this one’s name. ”Hello. I do not think we have had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Azula. How long have you been in these lands?” She felt odd looking up to another varg, but she was not uncomfortable, waiting to see what the female would say. Picture credit to Kyleigh <3 ________________________________________________________________________ |
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