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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She was both terrified and hopeful at what would happen when finally her nares would touch his flesh. Realistically, she was expecting him to lash out at her. For him to strike her across the facade with a paw, daggers scarring her deeply and drawing blood, staining her pelt. Or for his kissers to part and his pearls escape long enough to pierce out one of his eyes, bite off one of her auds, or spill her life blood, ending her torture, releasing her from her prison. And, indeed, his neck tensed, and she felt the air rush past her as his head swiveled around to face her when finally her nares actually touched something solid. But contrary to all odds, her hopes came true. No claws and no pearls pierced her flesh, nothing tore at her fur. Macaria opened her lids wide, her Suns straining to see in the dark of the den, and just enough light broke through Grey Wind's pelt so that she could see him staring at her. A breath of air was upon her face, caressing her pelt as he spoke to her, his vocals gruff. 'Fine. What do you want to know about me then?'

Macaria found that her voice was stuck in her throat and her mind frozen - she had no idea what she was supposed to ask. Would it be about it his past? Family? Friends? Why he chose Abendrot? What he saw for his future? What his dreams were? This was the first time he had been nice to her in any sense of the word, and she did not want to blow it, lest he return back to the monster who abused her, terrified... Yet always he had protected her from the rest of the pack. He had kept them from killing her, had kept them from torturing her. At least when he hit her, he had good reason for it. Sometimes she was not moving fast enough for him, or other times she hurt him when she was trying to help him - she should have been gentler. More often than not it was her fault, after all, wasn't it?

"Why don't you just... Tell me about yourself, you know? Nothing too serious... Maybe just about your puphood? Where you grew up and your family? And I can tell you about myself. We can share. We can swap information. Or you can ask one thing and then I'll ask one thing?" She coughed and flinched at the sound. Lately, she had been having headaches and so she had been chewing on some poppy each day to dull the pain, and it helped! Macaria did not realize that it was an addictive drug however, or that it would cause her problems in the future. For now, it gave her an easiness and the courage to actually speak to the brute. "My mother's name is Channing, my daddy is Henadin. I have a few siblings... Well you knew about Roheryn. Then there was Altair... And then there is the one that they never talked about. Mother said that she died when she was born." Her gaze moved up to land on him, her brows raised, hoping that words would actually flow from his mouth.



||Macaria||Female||Saw Tooth Slave of Abendrot||Adult||Channing x Henadin||







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