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 18, 2016 at 02:59:18 AM by Azula
All That I See, Absolute Horror  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Life had recently had an exciting turn in Abendrot, and though it could have been a deadly turn of events, it was better than the boring and mundane life that the female had been living as of late. More than once she had thought of leaving the pack, but there was something that held her here and she still was not too sure what that was. There were her two kin, but she had not seen them in a long time, and though she gravely missed them she would not force herself on them. She had done her best to raise them and teach them what she knew of the world, and she knew that they were both more than capable of fending for themselves, but she still missed the two that she shared blood with. There scents did not even pop up in the trees as they used to, even if it was not often, and she wondered where they had wandered off to, but they were almost grown up now and could fend for themselves and did not need her. Azula was thankful for once though that her kin had seemed to left the packlands when the two cougars came trespassing. If Corde or Felan had been nearby when the mated pair had come wandering past the borders, who knows what would have happened to them. Even though they were not pups anymore, they were not experienced with fighting or battle as she and the other adults of Abendrot were, and a cougar by itself was hard to take down, nevermind two. But the pack had rallied together and had taken down the two felines who had foolishly thought that they could take down one of the strongest packs in Blossom. Some of the vargs had not come away unscathed though, in fact she was not sure if any of them besides herself had gotten away uninjured. The warrioress was still unsure of how she had gotten away without a single scratch, but she was thankful for that. Her pelt and bodice was already littered with scars, one particularly obvious one being across her muzzle, but she was not one to care about looks and such things. In Azula’s opinions scars showed that she was stronger, that she had survived and been a fighter, so she wore them with pride. Even though the female had gotten away unscathed from the fight, she was still exhausted and needed to rest. Her paws carried her to her den, body going into autopilot mode as she wove through the trees. Her den was secluded, away from any of the others in Abendrot’s territory, but she liked it that way. She did not always want to be around others, and her den was her own private area that she could call her own. The only other ones that had ever shared the den with her was Corde and Felan before they had gone out and made their own dens. It was so long ago now that their scents had completely disappeared. Her head pushed the ferns aside that had grown in front of her den and she curled up into the familiar spot that she always slept in. Within moments she had fallen asleep. Azula was dreaming of when Corde and Felan were still pups, when they still relied on her and they were on the run. Even though they were running for their lives it was when they were still with her, and her brother was with her, and they were somehow happy. But now she was on her own, in a pack that she had pledged her loyalty to despite not wanting to join a pack after the evil place she had been born into. But here she was, and despite her thoughts before, she knew she would not leave after pledging loyalty to an alpha and a pack. Her dreams and inner thoughts were interrupted though as vocals reached her audettes. Her name. Instantly she was on her paws, spinning around to face whoever thought they had the right to come into her den. With a snarl on her face she launched forward, hoping to catch whoever it was off guard and push their form out of the den. Even if she did not push the intruder out, she would be able to get her own form out of the den to see who it was. It was then that she realized it was Mabbit, the male she had met at the caves. She was glad at least that it was someone she knew, though she was still annoyed with him for coming into her den. ”What are you doing?” She huffed at him, a small trace of a growl still in her vocals. OOC: She’ll be nicer again and come around =) I’m still game for them being mates, but she’s still a grumpy girl sometimes, hopefully Mabbit won’t be too upset <3 Picture credit to Kyleigh <3 ________________________________________________________________________ |
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