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 July 30, 2015 at 07:21:19 PM by Halina
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Day by day, her edema had diminished, her swollen, aching flesh healing. Her pain had diminished too, but that had been a slower process, one that could not be measured day by day or week by week, but instead by comparing the present day to the first day she had awoken after Kahlan had somehow found the cure to heal her. If the word ‘heal’ could even be used. No, instead, the healer had merely prevented her from dying, and it was Halina’s own body that was healing itself. Kahlan had said that there was nothing that would speed up the process of the nerve healing, since the damage had been so extensive, and that there would likely be residual pain for the rest of her life, but that her edema would go down faster the more she moved. The problem was that it hurt to move. But Halina had pushed through the pain, making sure she walked around the boundary every day, cursing Draven’s name with every step and thanking Kahlan’s too. Though it hurt, it kept her mind focused instead of going crazy. It kept her muscles from atrophying, which would only have increased the amount of time that she would have needed to heal. It put her in a bad mood, the way this kept her from doing anything of worth – she couldn’t hunt, she couldn’t fight… she was essentially useless. It was more than simply aggravating. It was painful. She had pledged her life to Kershov, that she would be a warrior in his army… she couldn’t be a warrior if she was so weak. But, after all of her physical therapy, she was finally in the homestretch. Her skin had tightened down and her pelt was no longer abnormally swollen. She finally felt good enough to cleanse her coat, and keep it clean and shiny. The limp she once held from Draven had punctured her front limb was gone, but reappeared every time she exerted herself. That… that would likely never heal. And then there was the dull pain that still resonated its way beneath her skin, sometimes a tingling feeling that ebbed and flowed, while at other times it was constant. Halina was used to it now – it was like another scar upon her, only this one was one no one else could see. Now, she still patrolled the borders, but it wasn’t to increase her healing, but to increase her strength. And of course, because it was her job to do so. Her black limbs propelled her forward as she danced upon the boundary, Kershov’s scent washing up around her as her nares flared, looking for alien scents. But instead, she found herself surprised – a faeling’s voice called out in the middle of the day. What was a pup doing unaccompanied at the army’s trenches? Intrigued, she made her way toward the vocals, only to find Kershov had beat her there. Her dark pool watched as he stepped out of the darkness, the sun brandishing his torn face in front of the pup. I’m afraid you’ve got to be a little taller to be a soldier. The Ice King’s smile to the pup was more of a threat than an invitation, but it seemed not to bother the faeling at all. I suppose so mister, but wouldn’t a pup be the perfect trainee? Unscathed and willing to do anything, the perfect little puppet? Halina raised her brow, intrigued. Though there were not many pups who could make it in Abendrot… she wondered if this pup could. And so, her own black form emerged from the shadows in which she had hid so perfectly. “Do you hear that, Kershov? She would do anything.” She circled the pup once, looking for defects, but found none. “Indeed, Kershov, you could mold her to whatever you desired. A warrior, a spy, healer, or even new plaything should Scarlet ever tire of Draven.” She chuckled ever so slightly, but then looked Kershov in the eye, wondering if he knew that the likelihood that Scarlet would end the life of their… guest… was increasing with each day. Halina was not upset at all that she was torturing the brute… but the problem was that she did not know how much more Draven could take. And she wanted him to be injured for a lot lot longer. || Warrioress|| Adult|| No Mate || No Kin || Abendrot || Azura || |
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