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 January 5, 2016 at 04:46:42 PM by Macaria
When she had asked him to escort her in her endeavor to find orbs, he approached her slowly, his thick coat dripping droplets of the frigid waters upon the earth and the eboness' gaze watched as the droplets began to almost immediately freeze, white tendrils snaking in from the outside of each drop until they had completely filled over the top. 'You don’t mean to tell me you’re afraid of my friends are you? They’d only use you as a plaything if you were to stumble upon someone else.' He smiled at her, but it was not a kind smile nor a gentile one, but somehow, she was still reassured that the thought that he would be with her. Pitifully, she whined when he immediately began to nip at her haunches and she jumped, both from surprise and pain. But she understood what he wanted and immediately began to trot off into the land, whimpering all the while. Her nares lowered to the ground and flared as she tried to pick up on any scent of the herbs that she needed, and was dismayed to find all that she could pick up was stale smells. Death - be it of body or withered plant - was the predominant smell in the lands and her shoulders slumped from the futility of it all. Since she had slowed, she once more felt the sting of his incisors upon her flesh, and she leapt forward, determined once more. It must have been for an hour or two that they searched, and Macaria was starting to give up hope. Not only was this land starved of life, but it was the dead of the winter and nothing was growing. The most she could ask for would be the husks of the herbs she needed, which meant she would need more herbs than normal. But at long last on the very outskirts of Abendrot, she found a decrepit pit of herbs that would have to do. She grabbed what she needed and more within her teeth, essentially robbing that spot of all of the plants that were growing, and allowed him to lead her back to his den. In the morning when he left, she had been content to sleep, and had even ate some more of the poppy to help her sleep and ease the lingering pain in her limb. But it was a rude awakening when a loud, deep voice roused her from her sleep and she woke suddenly in fear. 'Wake up! She jumped away and into his maw, where his teeth dug deep into her flank. 'I did not bring you here to get some beauty sleep. I need you to fix my leg, now.' He growled harshly at her and she meekly nodded and swept her sunned gaze toward him. Deep gashes were torn in the front limb that had been injured before, though this time it was not upon his shoulder but rather upon the limb itself. Moreso, though, was the way it hung askew. It was broken, clearly... But there was not much that she could do for it. "If I get enough moss, I can hard poultice your limb but you would have to rest it for a few weeks, and promise to not put any weight on it. I will first have to set it first though, and that alone will hurt, perhaps more, than when it was first broken, sir." Slowly, wearily, she rose to her feet and approached the brute. Gently, she palpated his limb with her nares so that she would know how to set it, and found that the bone was indeed misplaced and twisted. Moving to his paw, she glanced up, fearing what his response would be for what happened next. In one swift motion, she grabbed his paw and pulled sharply, sharply twisting her head to the side. With a resound pop, the bone replaced itself. |
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