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 August 19, 2015 at 03:47:52 PM by Halina
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It had been Marx’s decision to take the pup under his wing, with Kershov’s blessing. Halina couldn’t disagree with his decision. As it was, she was doing a very similar thing. Halina was trying to gather pups around her in order to have little protégées to teach. Abendrot was a strong pack, but that did not mean that it would remain strong for forever. Wolves would get old and grow weak and eventually die. They needed to ensure Abendrot’s legacy would live on, but that meant they needed to have little ones to pass on their knowledge to. They had to be choosy with which ones they actually would come to rely on and which ones would simply be pawns. Not all vargs were meant to be knights, rooks, and bishops. So Halina’s way of thinking was that she would search out pups and see which ones she could use and which ones were useful. The little one she had found twice now – Ace – seemed too shy and reserved to be an actual warrior, but only time would tell if he had another strength. But Lupin – that pup was resilient and seemed like a fighter. He had lived on his own for a long while on his own and had a knack for survival. If he could stop being so stubborn and actually ask for help every once in a while, who would know. Perhaps Lupin was one of the many future wolves that would pick up wherever the pack was left off. Halina had been getting ready to take a nap, enjoying some of her relaxation time, when suddenly the commander’s voice rang throughout the pack, calling for all of his warriors. It was not an optional call, but a demand. Halina smirked and rose to her feet, stretching tenderly in order to prevent herself from injuring herself. Though she was already feeling much better and was almost fully healed, she would never be completely recovered. The poison that Draven had injected into her tissues through his bite had permanently injured her nerves – she would always be in some amount of pain. In some ways, it was a blessing. Her pain tolerance level was increased – she had no doubt that it would benefit her in future fights if she was able to block out any pain she received from enemies’ attacks. When finally she had stretched out fully, she took off at a full gallop, enjoying the feeling of the wind brushing through her pelt. Halina had nearly gone stir crazy when she had hardly been able to move, and she would never again take advantage of the ability to run. The eboness’ limbs flew quickly, running toward the origin of the call. When she arrived, she saw the pup that she, Kershov, and Marx had greeted at the boundary standing next to the Commander himself. Next to them were a few other wolves that Halina had met at the pack meeting already. Grey Wind was there, and it looked like he and Marx were about to fight, with Enigma being the only spectator aside from the pup. Halina moved to Enigma’s side as lowered her haunches to the ground, turning her deep blue azures on the pup. “Are you ready to see your first fight, Nova? This should be quite the show.” Halina winked at the pup before turning her attention to the adults who were present. “Marx, you called? And Grey Wind, Enigma, it is good to see you both. Are we practicing today? Enigma, you and I can have a go at it and show the boys how it is really done…” She smirked, shooting a daring glare to the brutes who even now were opposing each other. Just then, Grey Wind took off, going to attack Marx’s side. He surprisingly spun, somehow able to gain traction in the slick footing, his teeth lunging for the Commander’s neck. It looked like it was going to be an exciting night… || Warrioress|| Adult|| No Mate || No Kin || Abendrot || Azura || |
Replies:
- I FEEL THE CHEMICALS BURN - By Marx August 30, 2015 at 10:08:50 AM
I will build m y s e l f - By Nova Prospekt August 31, 2015 at 03:38:09 AM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind August 31, 2015 at 07:27:47 PM