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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Wolf in Sheep's Skin [ Kershov, open ]
IP: 64.134.103.150
Posted on July 6, 2015 at 00:57:26 AM by Draven

Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Pain.

As he awoke, a scream had been pulled from his maws involuntarily. Little did the brute know that he had been screaming in his sleep, if it could be called such a thing. No... after the last torture session, he had eventually lost consciousness, and become semi-comatose. His bodice was torn and shredded, battered and bruised - it could not be blamed for being in shock. But as soon as his brain's normal function had returned, though he had still not been awake, his vocals had trembled and fluttered, switching from whimper, to cry, to scream. He had lasted for a long while in the beginning before he had given Kershov the cries that the Ice King had so desired... but once he had been broken, he had been unable to pull himself back together.

Hurt.

His lids flickered for a few moments before they shot wide open, his pupils constricted as they swept the area in front of him, looking for paws. He was too weak to raise his head, so that would be all that he would be able to see... and he felt a brief feeling of relief when he saw none. Gently, he opened his maw, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow, and was surprised to find his maw was not broken. It was, however, severely damaged and as he moved it he could hear a crackling noise - the sound of his own dried blood breaking up. His gaze searched now for a source of liquid, anything to sate the need he was feeling to rehydrate and saw in front of him a puddle of murky water. It wasn't much, but it would do.

Agony.

Slowly, he crawled toward it, his motions as minuscule as possible but even so he ached. Dirt and gravel dug its way into each and every one of his cuts, scrapes, and punctures, adding to the sharpness of his injuries. When he finally got close enough to it, he struggled to make his tongue work, and when it finally did, he lapped up the puddle quickly. And, just as quickly, he spit it out, for it was not muddy water, but urine. Draven tried to inhale through his nares, and found them swollen shut from blood and edema. The brute coughed once, then twice, and then swallowed his pride, drinking down the excretion quickly. It was disgusting, nasty, and demeaning, but he needed water if he was going to survive.

Pride.

It stung going down his throat, and he relaxed as much as he could, imagining a soft pillow around him, comforting him. All of this pain, all of this torture... it had been worth it. Why?

... Because Halina was now dead.

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