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 31, 2015 at 07:52:46 AM by Scarlet Nights
The message had finally began to sink in like an iron bar through wet, wobbly sand. As she manipulated the brute in new and painfully interesting ways, the checkerboard of his pelt grew a single stained crimson. He struggled to stand once more and practically cringed as he coughed out a response about wanting to keep his tail. The choice was wise, even torn off ears would still work- although the inner workings of them would be more vulnerable to damage and infection without their furry hoods. A tail was a wolves coveted prize, their banner used in all manner of showing respect to calibrating balance at all times- and a spinal injury would threaten his life one level deeper into the cesspit of 'never going back' status. Scarlet only got the idea to remove his because in her last challenge fight, Pyreo tried to remove hers. Her banner had recovered and was fully functional, but scar tissues meant it was a patchwork of fur and bald, scarred tissue.
Time and patience, a little oxygen deprivation perhaps...
A saucy wink was delivered to Kershov after he questioned how she had drawn obedience from Draven like blood from a stone. Scarlet nuzzled into Kershov's touch, nibbling at his lower jawline tenderly. Draven stood there, frozen in fearful obedience and Scarlet approached him confidently. Brushing up against him tenderly, no doubt making him struggle to retain balance. She ignored the fact he didn't know what she exactly wanted from him and traced her muzzle through his patchwork of a pelt until her maw was next to his ear. She whispered a cryptic answer. What did the amber eyed, crimson pelted bitch want?
Your life, Draven. I want it.
She let the words hang in the air next to his bell, before pressing her weight against him , forcing him rather gently to the ground compared to the bullish tactics she'd previously used to sweep him off his feet. She allowed his legs to fold and let him crumple to the earth slowly on his side. She lowered her jaw, tongue tracing along his bloody, mucous covered jaw, tasting his very life essence. She stopped when her tongue detected a pulse from his jugular. Fangs exposed themselves and her ashen talons raked into the earth to hold herself back from doing what unequivocally seemed like the perfect next step. Instead of fangs, a gentle kiss was teasingly placed upon the varg's throat. If he made any move to escape her lovely attnetion, she would again slam a paw down onto his windpipe until he obeyed once more. After all, a wolf broken is not a wolf beaten...or was it the other way around? Kershov began explaining, in part, his plans for Draven and how it would involve all sorts of fascinating experiments with local flora. Scarlet waited until her beloved
My dear Draven, after my beloved has finished with you, if you survive, you will belong to Abendrot and by association, myself. I will expect you to be a wonderful assistant should you leave Kershov's experiments with your heart still beating.
Nights stepped away from Draven, confident he would have got the message and returned to stand next to her king. She brushed down one length of him, circling tightly behind him and came to nip at his ruff as she buried her maw deep into his velvety plush. Words were murmured into Kershov's pelt, a deadly, seductive tone edging her words.
Why don't we begin? I've always been the experimenting type.
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