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 November 16, 2015 at 05:04:29 PM by Macaria
After she had managed to stand and press her shoulder into the wall, relocating her bone, she had collapsed in pain. It had proven to be too much for her - for unlike her father she had known no pain and had wanted for nothing when she was a pup. Pain, or at least physical pain, was not something that she had often experienced herself. Emotional pain had been something she knew more of - she had been incessantly estranged from her mother throughout her entire existence, without her mother being able to care for any of the pups due to her own distress and depression. At first, Macaria had yearned for her mother's touch, but after a while the very idea of "mother" being a caring term had disappeared and all that had remained had been a fear and an anger for anyone labelled as such. Her aunt, Kahlan, had stepped in to care from her, and had babied her, as had her father, perhaps more than she should have. Macaria was soft and naive - this was the second time that she had been kidnapped, after all! Still, whether it was an innate, genetic trait of her body, there was a strength that she had not yet fully developed. Perhaps it was instinctual, one that was ingrained to varying degrees in all vargs. Whatever it was, that had been what had allowed her to stand and relocate her joint, for she had know that if she had not immediately, the muscles would have tightened, making it difficult to do later, and perhaps preventing her from ever being able to use the limb again. If the fae ever hoped to escape from the prison she was now in, she needed to have the use of all four limbs. Still, it was with a dramatic howl that she had done so, collapsing immediately into a relieving darkness of unconsciousness where she had dreams of her home, her family, her pack. She had no concept of time when she came too, her soul releasing fear of her captor and hope of her escape at the same time. Macaria feared that no one would note her absence - it was long ago that she had dug out her own den and moved her inhabitance from her parents'. More than that, though, was that Saw Tooth had been deserted as of late. No one spoke of it, but even though all knew, loved, and trusted Cai, they were bogged down by the inspeakable loss of Moth. Moth had saved all of them more than once and had played more roles for each of them then could normally be claimed. Leader, alpha, mother, sister, advisor, lover, friend. All in the pack, and perhaps some vargs in other allied packs, felt a hole in their heart where the great and legendary Moth had once lived. It was a deficit that could never be fixed, one that could never be filled. Unfortunately, if Macaria wanted to escape and return home, it would be up to her and her alone. A growl suddenly roused her from the harried state of consciousness that she lingered in and instinctually she cowered away from the brute, whimpering once again. When her lids opened, she caught side of his orbs focused on her, and as soon as her gaze steadied her captor spoke to her. So Macaria, welcome to your home for the unforeseen future. I would like to inform you that if any escape should be attempted by you, I will do more than just dislocate a limb. So it is with your best interest to stay close sweetheart. Macaria could only nod wearily, but felt a pit growing in her gut as a grin spread across his features. "Are you going to kill me when you are done with me? When I am no longer useful to you?" Macaria knew the answer before the question even left her lips. That was the only logical outcome. Once he was healed, there was no way that he could let her go. He had captured her without his Alpha's permission, from Saw Tooth no less. If Macaria was to return to her home and recount the events that had happened, it would mean war. Her bright gaze, dulled with pain, swept over her captors body. Some of his wounds had apparently reopened, no doubt from when he attacked her. Dried blood had seeped down his flesh and now stuck in clumps. The fae swallowed. "You need to... you need to bathe. Bacteria loves blood and would grow too well and could invade your wounds. I will... redress your injuries afterward. I am thirsty anyway." No matter what her position was, as slave or prisoner, she still had a job to do. |
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