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 December 25, 2015 at 06:11:16 PM by Macaria
She did not know what made her ask such brutally honest questions, especially since they were questions that she already knew the answer to. No matter what she did, she would be dead once Grey Wind was fully healed. He had kept her a secret to the rest of the pack thus far, and none of her family back in Saw Tooth knew where she had disappeared to. Macaria could not imagine how worried her father and Kahlan were, for she had yet to hear of Henadin's recent death. They would continue to search for her until the years made them forget her or until they found her corpse. But, by the evil smirk upon the brute's face, she imagined there would not be a body to find. Are you so anxious to leave my hospitality already? My company can’t be that bad can it? Macaria only let loose a whine, which was repeated as her patient grimaced. Though he was her keeper and her prison guard and tormentor, Grey Wind was also her patient. Her form grew smaller as he neared her and her lids shut tight, expecting him to bite her or dislocate another of her joints, but instead she heard him inhale deeply and she felt her withers sway with the rush of air. Macaria shuttered as he suddenly touched her, rubbing her with his own bodice and for a brief moment, she wondered if he was going to take her. If he would force himself upon her and force her to bear his pups... But instead he just transferred his own scent to her. Why don’t you just try and keep yourself of use to me, hm? Grey Wind whispered in her audette and she nodded ferveusly, wincing at the pain in her shoulder. Macaria knew that she would have to get away from him, and so the femme changed the subject to the brute's own wounds which were far from being healed. After a few tense moments of silence, he agreed with her, but his next unveiled threat left her shaking, and stole any thoughts of escape from her mind. Fine, follow me. Don’t think of straying far or I’ll make sure your limb cannot be repaired. Macaria's fear of pain was such that she would rather have a swift death than the threat of any torture. And with that, he left the den. Subdued, Macaria followed him, and with each creak and crack of the dark lands around them, she moved closer and closer to him. As terrifying as he was, at least he would keep her from his pack mates. When finally they reached the river, he entered it without another thought, and Macaria shivered immediately, planting herself on the shore. Grey wind's cold orbs fell on her and he called out to her, demanding that she join him in the water, but Macaria shook her and dug her claws into the ground, shrinking as close to the silt as she could. She wouldn't go into the water, but she was too scared to run now either. Her orbs turned to look around her, and it seemed that each shadow threatened to attack her. She only refocused when she realized that Grey Wind was standing over her. So, my sweet. What do you need to do now? Macaria's tiny voice came out immediately. "Moss for a poultice, poppy for pain, ginger for your immune system." They were the basics of healing, for Macaria had not gone very far in her training. Kahlan had begun by teaching her about the body systems first, and they had only briefly begun to touch on which herbs could be used. Though often useful, herbs could hurt just as much as they could help. "I'll be right back..." She rose and begun to walk away from him before freezing. "Uh... Are you coming with me? I don't know the way around here... And I don't want to be attacked." It was odd, perhaps, that she suddenly thought of him as his protector instead of her captor... But there were worse things in the world than he, surely. The pair searched the terra for what she needed, which was more difficult than she had expected. She was used to Saw Tooth, where Kahlan had take over the garden that Moth had so carefully tendered to... But in Abendrot, such amenities were scarce. They returned to the den and Macaria ingested some of each of the ginger and poppy to show him that it would not cause any poisonous effects to him before applying a new poultice and having him ingest the herbs as well. Already her head begun to swim with the opiod effects of the poppy and she crawled into the furthest corner of the den and curled up to sleep. In the morning, he woke her with a threat to remain within the den, that he had his pack mates hidden in the trees surrounding his den to watch and ensure that she did not escape. In the haze that the poppy had provided her, for she did not know that she was slightly allergic to the substance and thus its effects were highly magnified for her, she took his comment differently than Grey Wind had surely meant it. He wanted her to know she couldn't escape... But what she heard was that the vargs were outside to protect her. A haze of a smile graced her kissers and she curled up tighter, enjoying the warmth of the den, and returned to her slumber, waiting for him to return. OOC - THIS IS HOW STOCKHOLM IS GOING TO HAPPEN! OPIODS! MY LITTLE DRUGGY <3 <3 <3 |
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