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 February 1, 2016 at 10:28:07 PM by Halina
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'I don't know if you're capable. It's quite an offer from someone I have just met and I'm quite sure I'm grown enough to take care of myself. But I see no reason not to stay around for a little. The faeling had then tilted her head, and Halina's face dropped, becoming completely serious for but a few moments. "Should you doubt my capacity or my abilities, you merely need to ask any within the packlands. And you should take care as to what you say - If this is to be your home, you must be loyal to the Alpha, to the land. If you are going to be flitting around from one pack to another like a hummingbird from one flower to another, you will not fit in here, nor will you survive. Think carefully before crossing this line, before joining the pack." Halina fell silent, and for a moment nothing was said between the two vargs. But then, Ambrosia smiled and parted her kissers to speak once more. 'So what would I call you? Halina? Miss? Mother?' Before Halina had a chance to respond, the faeling crossed the border, apparently having decided firmly on joining the pack. "Honestly, I don't give a damn what it is that you call me. It is but a name, a title, nothing more. All will come to mean the same thing, all will refer to me. Call me whatever it is you wish to dub me." Ambrosia moved until she stood in front of Halina, and once more the eboness sized up the young wolf. She needed training to be sure - she needed muscling everywhere, and still had some of her pup weight as was only to to be expected - she had yet to come into her full size. But she would do, and training and skills could be taught. But what Halina was really evaluating was the fire within Ambrosia, and just as she had expected, it burned brightly, fiercely. 'Where are we going first?' Halina laughed and turned toward the interior of the pack, her feet sinking in the mud that had begun to form - Halina had not even noticed the temperature starting to rise, the snow starting to med. She paused and looked around, noticing that with the sudden melting of the snow, where normally there was some green, there was instead a vast expanse of moist chocolates. It would be a messy springtime, apparently. "Where would you like to go, Ambrosia?" ________________________________________________________________________ |
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