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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Each movement bumped her, moved her body in such a way that it affected her dreams. The landscape shifted into something different, something horrible, something wonderful. Each motion started her upon a whole new dream path, leaving dreams unfinished and questions unanswered. But then again, the last few hours of her life had not particularly been straight forward or commonplace, and the dreams seemed to be just a continuation of her waking hours.

Wonderful colors, bright yet blinding, danced across her retinas, painting the images that moved to and fro that made up her dreamscape, yet also nauseated her. And nothing managed to make sense. Instead, even in her unconscious state she felt only confusion about her whereabouts, her passion, her purpose, her very sense of being. Even when she somehow managed to wake from her transition, her mind was still flowing with lovely essences of drugs, skewing her thoughts and giving her no more clearance than it had when she had been asleep. But the questions that swirled in her mind were the ones that had been swirling within her mind for months... With the addition of a few new ones.

What was her point in life? What use was she to Grey Wind, weak and fearful as she was? Who was she now that her pup pack and family were gone or perhaps dead? Why had she failed so utterly and fully in life thus far? ...Had she really killed her brother?

Heavy lids struggled to rise and orange orbs peered out from underneath them and she inhaled sharply as her form slumped to the ground. She continued to breath heavily as teeth bit through her flesh and her body began to be dragged along the earth, her body being beaten and bruised seemingly by every rock and Boulder and stump. Softly, she moaned with each and every movement, but not from pain but because she was being pulled from her high and she did not want the clarity that a life without poppy provided her. Time went on for a long while until she realized that she came to a stop... That the teeth caught in her scruff were loosening their grip and leaving her flesh. Shaking her head, she found the tail end of the poppy leaving her system and found that she could think perfectly clearly... And yet it brought her no happiness. What had happened with the twins had actually happened, and more than that, it had been Roheryn... But Macaria had killed him. Orange orbs flickered down to her flesh and found it covered in blood - even with her black pelt it couldn't be hidden. It was still fresh - and was dripping from her, forming puddles upon the earth. Macaria's lids widened and she found the taste of blood still within her maw. Yet it was like nothing she had ever had - the taste of varg's blood had seeped into her mucous membranes as no other meal had - it was rich, thick, and delicious. And though she had had enough food to send her into a drunk food borne coma, she found herself craving more. Still hungry.

Starving in fact.

Somehow, Macaria managed to bring herself to her feet and found that she was in the presence of a few wolves - and yet no fear was brought to her. No trembles wrecked her body, nothing held her tongue. The worst things that could happen her already had happened - what was left? She had been kidnapped and beaten. Her family had left her, and her mother had never even loved her. Her pack was decimated by nature. She was utterly alone. She had known pain and suffering... All that was left was to enjoy the delicacies of life... And the taste upon her tongue. Licking her lips, she found lingering morsels and she grinned evilly. Tilting her head back upwards, she found herself meeting Grey Wind's gaze. "I suppose you have realized by now that I am back. I met only one other healer, but I will find more, don't you worry, dearie. Now for the pair of cooks that brought me my supper...where might they be?" Macaria raised her brows and looked about, searching for the twins before returning to her previous activity of grooming herself... And along with it finishing her last supper...


||Macaria||Female||Saw Tooth Slave of Abendrot||Adult||Channing x Henadin||







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