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 [ Scarlet and Open ]
IP: 140.254.245.208
Posted on August 25, 2015 at 02:52:04 PM by Draven

Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Draven was choking on his own spitum as his diaphragm strained to pull oxygen into his lungs. The fae's paw was upon his throat, choking off his precious air supply, and he could only struggle against her weakly, his paws scraping thin lines in the soil. The darkness started to close in around him and his mind was frantic. Halina is still alive. This can't be how I end. I cannot die before her... The dark brute's pools began to drift upward, rolling into the back of his cranium when suddenly the pressure was alleviated as she removed her clutch, her vocals sounded ridiculously loud as she addressed him.

Oh, don't me started on what I want. I could go on all day. More terra, bigger packs, alliances and war and battles to last me to the end of my days. I want the sun, the moon and all the stars in between, but I want something from you...and I think you know what it is.

Weakly, the brute shook his cranium from side to side, a soft growl rumbling from his chest from the pain. His whole world was pain now, though - there wasn't a single part of him that wasn't injured. "No... I... Don't..." His vision began to disappear in one of his eyes again, this time going a shade of red instead of black as blood streamed down his facade and over his drapes, sheathing his gaze. His remaining orb searched for her as she stood over him, her shadow apparent as Scarlet blocked the overhead light.

Rise up. Her paw shoved his form and again he groaned and tried to rise, his injured limb held tight to his body. His front paws positioned themselves and shook as he pushed himself into a seated position, using his nares as a stabilizing joint. Dirt and gravel filled his maw but finally he was able to pull his mouth away. Only then did he sweep his hind end underneath himself again and he stood shakily on three legs. The whole while that he struggled, the fae laughed at him, though Draven was glad to find that she sat far away from him, staring at him.

Since you can't seem to figure it out, I'll tell you. What do you value more, your ears... or your tail?

Draven remained silent for moments on end, contemplating her words. Was she the type to take away what he valued most or graciously allow him to keep what he wanted to? His maw opened but no words came out. The brute coughed, blood and gravel spewing from his maw, and his tongue escaped as he tried to wet his lips unsuccessfully. "My... t-tail, my....my... my queen. I... wish... to keep... my tail." Fighting against her had only won him more pain. Draven was not stupid or insane... he was a good student. He could learn.


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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Slave Ω Azura Ω






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