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 29, 2015 at 07:47:59 AM by Scarlet Nights



when you hold me, when you touch me

Floating on the cloud of unconsciousness wasn't uncommon to Scarlet, training was wracked with concussion, laceration and all too often- being knocked out clean. Being knocked out was gentle a soothing, eternal blackness that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. Being knocked out was a kindness- coming to was typically the nightmare. Words were muffled, but there, gently murmured into her pelt. Kershov seemed concerned, if not pleased at the news. Why wouldn't he be? Another sire of his bloodline from his new queen, it was a logically good thing....and yet Scarlet still felt doubt. She didn't doubt her ability to raise pups- no doubt her instincts would kick in and they would be raised and trained exceptionally well- especially under Kershov's guidance. Scarlet knew he had other pups with Queens as the mother, but Queens had been superseded by even her own underlings so far and her pups were stalking about Malignant Felicity like they owned the place- or at least that's what her faithful spy contingency told her.

You should have said something.

The words drifted to her like smoke and she felt her eyelids lift and sunshine once again gaze upon her liquid amber hues, if only for a few moments before she closed them again. She gave a small moan of pleasure as her jaw creased into a smirk, the feeling of him against her made her feel whole, not the weak, hollow bitch she'd been for weeks. She made her mind up then and there- the pups would live. They would more than live- they would thrive, survive and beat all the odds.

Have you ever know me to be the talkative type?

Nights wasn't anti-social, but she preferred to do her talking with her fangs. She wasn't going to apologize for hiding something from Kershov- but she did realize that it was pointless and beyond stupid to not expect him to find out. Something about the hormone fueled rage against Draven had created a softer side of Scarlet- which had presented itself to Kobato when she offered friendship and loyalty. Kobato seemed a predictable creature, much like Marx. Scarlet unsheathed the white pointers as another strong nudge happened in her abdomen. She snarled and rumbled at the mid line of her belly and the nudging stopped. Listening well already, I see. She smirked and looked back to Kershov, reaching up and grasping his neck ruff and pressing the bottom of his thick jagged jawline against her abdomen in an effort to explain the one sided conversation. Another nudge, but Scarlet felt only pride. A haughty, self assured tone edged her voice, sounding more like herself after her brief 'nap'.

My king....my kershov..

She smiled and bit into Kershov's plush scruff gently- she would have used more force, but she was still somewhat tired. She raised her head and noted the point of the sun in the sky and then lay down and allowed herself to relax on the dirt. Confident that Kershov would watch over her, because even his frozen heart was clearly capable of attachment. Scarlet knew that even if she left Abendrot, she would never escape the way she felt about her king. Kershov was more than the other half of Abendrot, he was a leader, a protector, a fearless creature to which Scarlet felt herself drawn to in ways she couldn't even fully comprehend. The power of attraction was like an alternating gravity that could flick both ways like a simple lights out switch.

...damn this eternally frozen heart of his...

Scarlet let something close to a purr of satisfaction as she fought drifting off again. Her head pressed into the expanding fold of his breastbone, tongue lashing out to clean the crimson from his icy hued coat. Pink muscle soothed and stung the new wounds of his and again found its way to his neck, caressing the crook that held his jugular and moving upward to his jaw line. She giggled, a schoolgirlish tone.

So, now that you have me...

from the very first time we touched

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