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 March 3, 2016 at 06:23:19 PM by Macaria
She had been aware whether or not he wanted her to follow him to the pack meeting, but when there had been a howl that had pulled him away, she had followed him quietly, though truth be told she jumped at every noise, leaping to the side, her limb groaning in protest. Though she had replaced it, the muscles still were sore. And, finally, she had arrived. Her body had trembled as she had approached the small gathering, terrified of what he would say, but then he had introduced her and she had settled somewhat, cowering near his haunches, settling onto the ground by laying down. The wolfess had remained quiet for the remainder of the meeting, and slunk away at the end of it while he stayed to talk to those who had gathered who wished to have words with him. In truth, she had been torn. Part of her wanted to wait for him, wanted to wait so that she would be safe in his presence... But her fear had overrun her, and she had ran back to their den... his den... as quickly as she could. Soil had scraped at flesh as she scrambled through the entrance, her form squeezing into as tight of a ball as it could at the back of it. Macaria found herself hyperventilating, terrified that something would follow her, but nothing came, and as the minutes passed, the familiar scent of the den, of him - Grey Wind - washed over her, calming her. She wanted to stay awake until he returned, partially to ensure he returned safety but also to ensure that no one else entered. Though all of the vargs had seemed quite cordial at the meeting, she could not be sure that they would continue to do so. Her desires to stay awake, however, failed, and she awoke with a scream as the sound of someone entering the den startled her. "Please... Please don't hurt me!" Her soft vocals pled for sanctuary, and she shut her lids tight, waiting for the ending bite that would drain her life's blood... But that bite never came. Slowly, cautiously, she opened first one lid and then the other, and inhaled sharply as she saw the familiar pelt of her savior. "Grey!" She whined happily and crawled forward, her tail swaying happily, thumping against the ground. "I'm so proud of you and I'm so happy you are back!" The eboness did not touch him as he settled in, but once he laid down she crawled up to him and began to groom him, settling his pelt down. "Your wounds healed well, dear. Your scar seems as if it will remain, but you have no limp, and I could not ask for more out of such a bad injury. I am..." A whimper pulled itself from her maw and she shrieked her head away from him, fearing his bite. "I am sorry for the way I acted at your meeting. I just... It had been a long time since I had seen anyone other than Kershov and yourself. I use admit I am not used to being around others. And they... They scare me." Her slight frame began to tremble, and if he did not strike out against her, she would lean against him for comfort. Her hairs intertwined with his and she slowly began to relax, comforted by the touch, even though it was not a touch that he offered. Her tireless was gone now, partially because of her brief nap, but Moreso because she was excited about his return. Long ago it seemed now, when Kershov had taken her from Grey Wind's den. But the effects of what he had done to her would let for years if not for forever. The previous King had played on her dependence on poppy and had used her for brief experiments before he had disappeared, and it had resulted in an alteration of her mind patterns. No longer was Grey her captor - no, he was her protector. Anytime that he injured her, it was out of affection. He just wanted to ensure that she behaved properly and followed directions - how could she ever be a good girl if she did not first learn to listen? "Thank you, Sir, for continuing to allow me to stay her. I know it is an imposition, but it truly does set me at ease." OOC - yea... She's just going to call him Grey. Think Grey's Anatomy XD |
Replies:
- Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind March 15, 2016 at 00:47:40 AM
Sweet as Honey - By Macaria March 17, 2016 at 01:09:43 AM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind March 22, 2016 at 07:21:02 PM
Sweet as Honey - By Macaria March 24, 2016 at 07:40:29 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind April 2, 2016 at 07:43:24 PM
Sweet as Honey - By Macaria April 7, 2016 at 06:15:34 PM