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 28, 2016 at 02:12:58 PM by Macaria
Macaria had certainly gone on and on about her family. In truth, she had hoped that the more open she was, the more open he would be. When finally she fell silent, he responded to what she had said, though was obviously much less verbose than she had been. 'Yes, I heard about your brother, Roheryn. He disappeared though. Very suspicious.' Grey Wind had paused, and for a few moments the eboness had been sure that he would not share any private information. Finally, however, his kissers parted once more, allow a sliver of a glimpse into his past to show through. 'I wasn’t born in Abendrot, or even Blossom. I was born in another pack, heir to the throne. I was trained to be a leader, to rule after my father’s time was done.' He seemed as if he was perhaps going to continue on, but instead, another set of words cut through the air. Macaria whimpered and pushed herself further back into the den at the sound. 'Excuse me, Grey Wind, but would I be overstepping my boundaries if I asked you who the hell you have in your barracks?' The tone was cold, harsh, and made the faeling shiver. It was the first contact that she had had with another wolf the entire time that she had spent in Abendrot - aside from Grey Wind, that is. His vocals held authority, and the way that her protector... No, her captor... The way that her captor responded, this wolf was definitely high in the hierarchy, perhaps even the Alpha himself. The thought of it was terrifying. Grey Wind jump and began to swear silently. He turned and exited the den, and Macaria remained silent, going as far to the back of then den as she could before pushing herself into a ball. The back wall of the den was cool.. No perhaps even cold to the touch, but it was calming nonetheless. The feeling of small bits of soil cascading down her back as she pressed against it helped her to clear her mind somewhat, giving her something to focus upon. As she settled, the poppy began to cloud her thinking again, but in this particular situation perhaps it was for the best - it calmed her nerves, stealing away some of her fear. Their vocals were as if they were far away. Macaria strained to listen, but even then they seemed muffled. 'Kershov. I’m sorry if my actions may have upset you.' There was a pause in his vocals and Macaria crawled upon her abdomen, moving just a bit closer in order to hear them, thinking that perhaps they were whispering. Instead, she heard her own name. 'This is Macaria, from Saw Tooth. I found myself in a tough situation not too long ago and was outside of Abendrot, in desperate need of a healer. She graciously offered to help me, and came back here. My limb was broken and damaged and needed more than a simple fix. I was lucky to have here still after the recent cougar attack as well.' An unexpected giggle ripped itself from her maw and immediately she regretted it, snapping her lips shut. The way Grey Wind spoke about her, it was as if she had willingly stayed her for all of this time. But then she thought back... Why had she stayed for so long? True, he had threatened her, but he was injured and she could outrun him. Multiple times now, he had left her alone in the pack. Why hadn't she run? Afterall, she had accompanied him to Abendrot, had walked over the border and had not been dragged. Was not his anger simply because of his pain? Was it possible that this entire time she had been a guest - not a prisoner - of Abendrot? 'I should have brought her to you, and to the rest of the pack that was injured. I am sorry. I have not been myself lately. Macaria has been giving me different herbs, and it makes me…funny.' Macaria shook her head - how could she have been so stupid as to give him poppy? It messed with the head - as it was doing with hers - and he had been taking it when he had attacked the Cougars. It was her fault that he had been injured so severely! Had his mind been clear, he probably would have gotten away without so much as a scrape! Slowly, Macaria exited the den, her plume tucked tightly between her hind limbs. She whimpered pathetically, trying to apologize but her vocals seemed to be stuck in her throat. Her orbs would not raise to meet either of the vargs, so instead she coughed and swallowed, trying to wet her cords. Finally, when words came forward they were slow and quiet, and she stumbled over them, stuttering. "I...I'm so-so-sorr-re-re-ry. It's m...my fault th...that h-he broke h-his li...li...limb. P-p-p-oppy tends to m-m-m-mess with focus b-b-b-but I swa-swa-swear I w-w-w-wouldn't have given it t-t-t-to h-h-him if I knew h-h-he would have to f-f-f-fight. I've b-b-b-been doing all I c-c-c-can, my aunt Ka-Ka-kahlan taught me what I know b-b-b-but I never finished m-m-m-m-my tra-tra-training." She began to sob, tears streaming down her face. How could she be so stupid! She had not only injured Grey Wind, but now had gotten him in trouble with his boss. The eboness moved closer to the ground, grovelling. OOC - soooo mind washing her is going to be uber easy apparently. She's super sensitive to poppy and is already on it. Whoops. |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV February 9, 2016 at 02:58:54 AM