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 June 11, 2016 at 02:46:57 AM by Herchel && Sachael
_______________________________ The ink dipped ivory princess almost squealed in delight as the lightheaded impressionable marionette before her took her first bite, of what Sachael assumed was her very first meal, of the canine species. A fearsome gladiator was peering at the three from deep within the brush, the midnight and daylight painted valkyrie could hear his quiet breathing, and the gentle shift of earth beneath his paws as the spectator settled in to watch Sachael perform. A soft purr like growl slipped from her throat as the ivory and ebony wolfess watched Herchel supervise the proceeding. However, something the girl did not expect happened next. Her play thing, the woozy girl Sachael intended to enjoy toying with, collapsed and before the creme and obsidian warrioress even had time to be properly upset, her spectator emerged from the bushes. A large midnight warrior stepped forward, tail curled high, and the demand for respect prominent on every feature of the knight. This creature was regal, and it was no doubt the very alpha Sachael had drug her brother all this way to come investigate. He questioned the pair, demanding to know about his submissive's new diet, and a look of feign shock crossed the girl's masked visage. "You mean to tell me this isn't what she normally eats? I had no idea... sir." The last word rumbled from her throat in a deep purr, a coy look crossing the marionette's palate, however the alpha showed no interest in her game, he simply grabbed the sunset eyed girl by her scruff and drug her away. A soft humph slipped from Sachael's lips and she turned to her brother, who was finishing the meal Macaria had left, however before she could speak, Azriel's scent wafted through the air, and shortly thereafter the pretty femme appeared on the horizon, breathless, and obviously on a mission. Hushed words exchanged between the trio as Grey Wind called his pack together, and Sachael turned to Herchel solemnly. "If Lucifer has abandon his pack, I will not return to Malignant. He has let us all down and I shall not continue to serve a king who so easily disregards those within his charge. You may do as you please but I am going to stay here. Abendrot's reputation precedes it, and if Grey Wind intends on carrying out Kershov's legacy, this is something I intend on being a part of." Sachael does not wait for her brother's reply, knowing he will either follow her, or return to malignant. If it is the latter the girl would be filled with remorse, however following him was simply not an option. Lucifer had failed her again and again in their time within the borders of blossom, and Sachael had her fill. Three ivory paws dance across the border of Abendrot, prancing through the packlands, following the scent of Grey Wind and Macaria. The time she had spent speaking with Azriel and Herchel had cost her dearly, and now several wolves had already drug themselves from within the corners of the lands, including Macaria, who seemed to have awakened from her coma and was attempting to recover. The yin and yang painted valkyrie danced forward to Grey Wind, fire opal optics batting at him playfully. Upon arriving at his paws the smaller built counterpart to Herchel bows forward, her ivory chest kissing the dirt and her coal sniffer resting upon Grey Wind's paws. The girl rights herself slowly, and stands at her full height before the king. "Your highness" the girl begins, her voice smooth and seductive, all flow, with no harsh tones. "I apologize for my delay, however I have just learned that my previous employer has abandon his post, and Malignant has fallen into chaos." Sachael spills information freely, like fallen honey, using it as both a weapon and a defense. "In light of this, my brother, Herchel, who is following shortly behind me, and I would like to offer you our services. I think you will find that our skill set much outweighs any cons that our... unique appetite might bring. And of course, I assure you, both our loyalty to you, and all of your pack members." As Sachael falls quiet, awaiting Grey Wind's reply, Herchel moves forward, breaking through the treeline into the clearing. The larger gladiator nods silently in agreement before lowering his physique into a submissive form, he does not however, utter a word, Sachael having spoken for them both. _______________________________ |
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