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 23, 2016 at 04:22:10 PM by Macaria
Words slipped into her auds slowly, as if they had had to move through a thicket of fog to reach her. 'Tell me what you see dear.' Macaria nodded and tried to focus her gaze, but succeeded only in worsening the headache that had come on. "I... She... You... I see... You. You and you. Two.... You are two.... Not one. And he... Roheryn is... Brother mine. But he cannot... For his... He... He is far... Far away... He is gone... All... All of them are... Gone. Dead. Saw... Home.... Saw Tooth... It is... No more... I am... Alone... Save for... Grey is with me.... But I am useless..." Once more, fuddled sentences fell from her maw and she sent out her rough tongue to wetten her lips but found no saliva there, only a desert of skin that her tongue scratched against, small abrasions swelling with blood and succeeding where her saliva had failed. Macaria tried to speak again, tried to make her sentences more coherent but only succeeded partially - the sentences were whole but stuttered. "Saw T-t-t-tooth w-w-was h-h-home unt-t-til I c-c-came here.... B-b-b-ut now it is d-D-D-destroyed." The warm body that had neared her flitted away and Macaria opened her mouth to protest but nothing came forth. She did not want to be alone any more, she did not want to be useless, to be.... Well... She did not want to be herself. The doll danced to her side once more, pouring out soothing vocals into her audette. 'What did you take honey? Let me help you.' Macaria shook her head - her addiction was her secret, the one secret she had kept from Grey. But this was not Grey... And Grey was not here. Perhaps it would be okay to speak it aloud, just this one time... Not to mention it helped that the drug seeping through her vessels lowered her inhibition considerably. "P-p-P-poppy. Poppy has b-b-b-been my f-f-F-F-friend these L-l-l-l-long months. It eases m-m-m-my p-p-pain and m-m-m-my f-f-F-fear." But the second phantom who she had assumed was just double vision now neared her and touched her - surely that meant he was real - and spoke deep husky words that swirled in her mind. As he did so, his lips touched the corner of her audette, and the sudden contact sent ripples of electricity throughout her body, which began to quiver. Macaria had missed that - physical contact - and leaned against him slightly as she listened to his words. 'Don't listen to her, you just need to follow my lead.' Faintly, she nodded... And in truth would have done anything he asked at that moment. Her pumpkins struggled to keep sight upon him as he moved from her, but lost him until she realized that he was knocking into Roheryn, then upon Roheryn. But it wasn't Roheryn, was it? It could not be... Confusion set in and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind, to focus, but the she-wolf urged her forward, urged her on. 'You just need to eat, and look, my brother caught you something. You'll feel better, I promise.' Macaria nodded and moved toward the devilish phantom who had so bewitched and and swept her pelt against his side and looked down upon the wolf that was Roheryn, but wasn't Roheryn. He screamed out her name and begged her for help, begged her for mercy, apologized for his absence, begged for her to snap out of it... But all she saw was a meal at her feet, laid there by the handsome brute in front of her who had touched her when she was all alone. The shadow of a smile formed on her kissers and remained as she leaned down and tore into his throat, drinking the sweet sustenance that his life blood provided her. Roheryn thrashed beneath her but was held fast by the brute above... And then suddenly he was still. But Macaria hardly noticed until she had not only drank his blood, but feasted upon his flesh... The sudden filling of her stomach stole the blood that desired to flow toward her brain, and set it to the task of digestion, and so she slowly collapsed to the ground, unconscious, blissfully unaware of the sin that she had committed... For now... |
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