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 May 19, 2016 at 03:15:58 AM by Macaria
The odd femme who had found her upon the mountain, , bedraggled and thin from her refusal to take enough time to hunt for herself, had fed Macaria and tended to her. When the petite eboness had come to, she had thanked her profusely and absorbed as much information as Alaska was willing to part with. Originally her plan had been to not return to the lands until she had travelled through each packland no freeland alike, learning all there was to know, but after meeting up with Alaska, she had stumbled through Blossom Forest and tried to learn more from her original teacher - her aunt. But when bleeding pads finally brought her to her homeland, she found naught but destruction. Instead of the grounds that she had known as a pup, full of life, flora, and fauna, she found death. Macaria had been worried before she ever got there - the skies nearing the pack were dark and thick, and even the taste of the air was soured. Orange orbs widened in horror as she saw that Saw Tooth was stripped of its life and plants, and in its wake was devastation - ashes upon the ground and charred trees. And there was not a single print in the ash to tell of any recent attempts to reinhabit the lands... So where was her family? All of these long months with Grey Wind had darkened her memories of her past, of her family, making her think that they had abandoned her... But it all swept back to her mind now, nice and fresh, and she found herself remembering that not all of her puphood was bad and upsetting. Sure, her siblings all either died or left - for Roheryn had been taken away to be raised in Abendrot. Sure, her mother had been absent and neglectful. But both her aunt and her father had been caring and loving. Kahlan had shared with her the art of healing and had instilled within Macaria a love for it. Kahlan was the reason that Macaria was useful at all to Grey... And then there was her father. He was a hard, cold brute who warmed only for his family. He smiled whenever Macaria was around, and though he enforced impeccable manners, Henadin had loved his children fully. But where were they? Shocked and horrified... But also confused... She stumbled back toward Abendrot. The trip was a blur, helped somewhat by the poppy that she stole from the side of the trail on the way. She had been ingesting low levels of the opiod daily, now more out of habit than anything else, although she had originally started taking it when she had relocated her shoulder... But this dose she took at a much higher amount. She wanted to soften the effects of life, to go back to her puphood and remember her family and the good times they gave her, to diminish how dearly she missed the King. Macaria was so weak, so pitiful in comparison to him, and all she did was wear on him, slow him down. When would she ever allow herself to become something more?When would she be more? Weary and hazy, she stumbled ever closer to Abendrot until at long last she reached its borders... And was surprised to find at the borders two wolves who were the reverse images of one another. She chalked it all up to her drugs, imagining that she was either seeing one wolf and was doubling it in her mind, or if there was a wolf there at all. Stuttering, stumbling words fell from her maw long enough for her to string together a sentence of words. "Do... Not don't... Dare you... Either of... The pair of... You all cross... Don't Enter... Pack... You need... To have... Accept... by ... Grey Wind... Alpha he... Yes..." And what would the strangers see? She was thin, yes, but not quite skin and bones. But there was tone beneath all of that skin from her two weeks of traveling throughout Blossom Forest. So black pelt tightly stretched over a few muscles... That and her odd orange orbs. A pair of out of place pools that marked her sight... |
Replies:
- And If I Do Not Miss A Part Of You A Part Of Me Is Dead - By Herchel && Satchael May 19, 2016 at 03:33:00 AM
Sweet as Honey - By Macaria May 19, 2016 at 11:36:54 PM
And If I Do Not Miss A Part Of You A Part Of Me Is Dead - By Herchel && Sachael May 22, 2016 at 02:18:55 AM
Sweet as Honey - By Macaria May 23, 2016 at 04:22:10 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind May 27, 2016 at 01:48:09 AM