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 18, 2016 at 04:33:24 PM by Halina/Macaria
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Grey Wind was the first to respond to her call, which did not entirely surprise her. She did not personally have a lot of experience with the brute, but Kershov had spoken highly of him. The face that he had spoken of Grey Wind at all spoke volumes about him. 'Hello, Halina. And who are you?' The brute turned to face Halina's mate, and Ygritte was quick to introduce herself not only by name but as Halina's mate. Halina's brows rose and her head swiveled to face her. "I wasn't aware we had made that official yet, my dear." Her voice was cold, but her brows were raised and her maw curled upward in a smile, pleased that Ygritte had made that decision... And not at all surprised. 'It is nice to meet you. My name is Grey Wind. I suppose since you are Halina’s mate that there is no point speaking to her in private as she will just tell you the news anyways.' Halina laughed and rolled her eyes until they once more laid upon the brute. "Not much at all is private between her and I, especially after last night." Her tongue escaped to curl around the fae's audette and she leaned against her - perhaps they were not subtle, but that was just who they were. Brass. Grey Wind continued to speak, addressing the very issue that she had called everyone together for, explaining that he was taking over the position of Alpha. Who the fuck did this brute think he was, taking Kershov's throne without the King's permission? Halina's lips rose, exposing her daggers, her azures cold and solid upon him. However, the more he talked about it, the more sense it made. Grey Wind had been Kershov's second in command - it was only logical for him to take over in the King's absence. The brute went on to name Halina, in turn, as his new second in command and officially accepted Ygritte, placing her as Omega. Halina settled and turned to groom her spines until they once more laid flat upon her back before turning back to face him. "I accept. I refuse to call you King, though, that title will always be reserved for Kershov." Ygritte accepted her position at all and let loose some of her past and Halina nodded - she would have to describe to the ess the ideology of a hierarchy. Soon after, Mabbit arrived, first congratulating both Grey Wind before introducing himself. On his heels trotted Ambrosia, who moved to sit between Halina's legs, introducing herself as well, and as Halina's daughter. Halina smiled before reaching down to gentle push her nares to the top of Ambrosia's head for but a moment. She did not want to embarrass the faeling, but was pleased in the way that Ambrosia had spoken - at least good manners was one less thing that Halina would have to teach her. "Hello, dear. This is Grey Wind - he is taking over for Kershov while he is away. I have been promoted to Beta. This here is Mabbit, and this - this is my mate Ygritte. You are lucky - you have two warrior women as your mothers. She will surely have some key information to add to your training - use her as a resource." It was true, that Halina had not introduced the pup to many wolves yet, but that mainly had been because the pack had been healing from the Cougars and had not been leaving their dens. And then another wolf arrived, one that she recognized by face only not by name. He, just as Mabbit had done, released congratulations before introducing himself as Amias before becoming silent. Halina had thought that that would be it... But then her head turned until her azures fell upon a eboness. She was keeping to the shadows and thus blended in, but it was quickly apparent that she was not trying to be sneaky, merely kept to the edge of the meeting area. Halina's chest rumbled low - a warning to the others in the group to catch their attention, and she followed the fae's movements as she approached, crouching so low that her abdomen nearly grazed the ground, not that she was a tall varg to begin with. In truth, she looked fragile... Frail. A set of whimpers and nervous glances came from this stranger as she crawled forward and movement to Grey Wind, stopping just behind him. From her, came a small though melodic set of lyrics. 'And I... I am... Macaria. I'm ya...ya...your healer...' Her orbs flickered upward, hoping that Grey Wind would approve of her exposure of herself to the rest of the pack. When she had hid before, she had gotten him in trouble, and wished to do nothing of the sort again. Her tail remained tucked between her hind limbs and auds pinned against her head, showing her blatant fear of the other vargs who had gathered. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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