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 September 8, 2015 at 05:02:19 PM by Azula
All That I See, Absolute Horror  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The multi-hued female could already see the training that Marx had been instilling in this young pup, whether she herself realized it or not. Pups were usually the easiest to understand, not knowing to keep secrets and to keep some thoughts hidden. Normally they just blurted things out, said what was on their mind whether it was appropriate or not, asking meaningless questions because they still did not know how the world worked and what was truly important. They were also the easiest to read. When a pup was happy you could tell by the grins and tail wagging, when they were sad they would get quiet and stay close to someone they trusted, and when they were afraid they would cower and shake, often looking for a parent figure to protect them. Some pups were babied by their parents, coddled and always told that everything would be okay until the world turned its back on them and showed them the demons and monsters that were really there. Some parents lied to their young, telling them these demons and monsters didn’t exist, that they would always be there to protect them and keep them safe. These pups were the ones that had the hardest time adjusting to the real world. When they first saw someone die, it would be traumatic and gut wrenching, if they were ever in a fight they would not be expecting the lethal blow from their enemy or the crippling pains of battle. These were the weak. But these were not the kind that resided here, and that was why Azula was comfortable talking to the pup. If it had been a random faeling she ran into she would have anticipated a much different reaction to her horrific past, but she was talking to the one that Marx had chosen to mentor, so she knew she could expect much more from Nova Prospekt, even at the young age she was still at. The crimson colored femme had a stoic mask on her features, something that pups picked up from those around them. They did not learn that from those parents that would coddle and shelter. Azula knew there was a chance that the pup had already learned a few tricks of her before she came here, but it would be important to learn from Marx and the other vargs that resided here. She had chosen her home wisely, she was with the best of the best. The two females padded through the darkness of the trees, for a few moments the only sound being their paws sticking to the muddy ground that was below them. Azula knew that they were heading towards one of the rivers that ran through Abendrot’s territory and that it would only become more wet and muddy as they went, and she wondered if the pup would dislike that and want to turn around. If she did, if she even knew where they were headed, she kept her complaints to herself and did not seem to be unhappy about the terrain. Nova Prospekt was able to easily keep up with the taller demoness it seemed, and Azula did not slow her pace to make it any easier for the pup. The auburn female was at her shoulder the whole time, nodded at her latest question about being trained by Marx. “As Marx’s trainee I do assume to be a soldier, but I do hope to mix a bit of disciplines. Attacking outright can only get you so far, but as an assassin you could so much more in addition to being a soldier. I am only as useful as I make myself and I will be all that I can be. How many assassins does Abendrot have?” The pup’s vocals grew serious as she talked, showing that she truly did understand the words that she was saying and not just spouting out unknown knowledge that she had been taught. That was how the young needed to be here if they were to truly thrive in the harsh pack. Nova Prospekt was already showing her intelligence when she spoke about wanting to know about other disciplines. Being trained in one area and having a specialty was good, but if you were not able to at least comprehend how the other types of vargs worked then it would get you nowhere in life. Assassins and soldiers were not the only types out there, Abendrot had plenty of hunters and spies as well, though they sometimes lacked in the area of healers, something they were working on though. ”It is smart that you want to know about the other areas of disciplines. Have you met any of Abendrot’s spies yet? All of us need to be good hunters as well, and having a skilled healer is incredibly important, though many see it as a weaker path. Honestly, I do not know the numbers of each that we have. I know I am not the only assassin in these parts. There is another female named Aerten that I believe does similar work to myself, though I have not seen her recently.” Azula paused for a moment, wondering what else to say to the pup. She was asking the right questions, showing the right curiosities in the right areas at least. She could offer her some physical training, though she knew Marx would be covering most of that. One thing that not all vargs were skilled at was something as simple as swimming. Azula had been forced to learn that for herself when she was on the run, and she noticed it came in handy because not all wolves were skilled enough in it to keep up a chase. A good part of Abendrot’s lands were flooded, and if a flood should ever come to the land again, those that could not swim would not survive. ”Nova Prospeckt, do you know how to fish and swim?” She knew that it may not seem like an important or necessary skill to have, but depending on what the world threw at you, it could be needed. And besides, Azula enjoyed swimming and she had not yet eaten today. Picture credit to Kyleigh <3 ________________________________________________________________________ |
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