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 13, 2016 at 02:20:02 AM by Macaria
Sickly sensations rippled through her nerves, twisting her mind and muscles alike. Even in her effervescent state of mind, she nearly vomited, whether from the residual effects of her opiod overdose or from the unique meal she had ingested but was not yet used to. She felt her abdominals contract, trying to encourage the upheaval of the contents of her stomach, but her teeth gritted down and bared it. A new rush of blood entered her maw as her pearls sliced through the delicate lining of her own mucus membranes and she tasted anew the flavor of varg upon her tongue. The fact that she enjoyed it both excited and repelled her - it was not the way she had been raised. Her parents and family had functioned and lived under the knowledge that there were Lera and there were Putnar... And that Putnar ate Lera. But now, her horizons had been widened in and of that she no longer was restricted to eating Lera... For now Putnar was on the menu as well. Oh and what a menu it was to be. She was not a hunter, or at least she had not been. Her meals were quaint and small, such as coneys and groundhogs. Never had there been leftovers... But a wolf was an entirely different adversary and prey. it would take longer to find he perfect prey... But when I ally she felled one, there would be leftovers, as there had been with her brother. She would not only need to find a way to keep the meat good long term, but it would drive her to find new ways to eat the meat. Afterall, if one was to go through all the trouble to eat another of their own kind, should not each meal be special? A delicacy? The eboness found that as she groomed her brother's blood off of her pelt, her indigestion finally easing, her maw was salivating. For her mind was thinking of all the ways to eat it. Filet it open and stuff it with herbs and spices, and allow it to marinate for the better half of the day, and serve it as a feast. Tear thin flaps of muscle loose and lay them out in the sun til they dried - it would change both texture and taste, although Macaria could not possibly know how. Or, perhaps best of all, eat a wolf just after they had eaten a meal - to have both meals for herself. Of course, each of these could be easily sprinkled or tainted with poppy, so that her perpetual high never faded. And then another thought crossed her railroad tracks - what if she was to force another to ingest the poppy and then she ingested them? Would it still affect her? She had a sudden urge to taste and test everything - how would young taste versus old? How would fat taste versus thin versus muscled? Was there a difference between males and females? Orange orbs rose as she noticed the entrance of her two masters from stage left, the prior - the femme - verbose and explanatory while the latter - the brute - said nothing, merely submitting in utter silence. So many questions crossed her mind and threaten to spill from her kissers, and perhaps they would have if they had been alone, but instead she remained silent for the moment and moved nearer them. Macaria felt so many mixed emotions about them - fear because of their uniqueness, wonderment at how they had come to be, jealousy of their closeness, thankfulness for opening up her world and freeing her from her way of being... But finally she felt loyalty. They had done her a kindness and she owed them more than they could understand, for finally Macaria could be useful. But there was one more feeling that entered her soul, an urging... A desire. The brute and his sister were both her masters, yes, but he had been the one to give her her first meal. He was the one who changed her. He had seen her and made the conscience decision to pay attention to her. No doubt they could have made her their meal instead, but clearly he had seen something he liked within her. With this sudden change, she no longer felt alone. For so long she had been nothing but empty, but now she felt strong and wanted to thank the brute in whatever way he desired, be it sex or flesh or blood. For the first time, her womanhood yearned to be released, to be caressed, to be tended to. As his body lowered itself to the ground, hungry eyes followed his movement, desiring a myriad of things, all derived from her need for company. Even her newly found desire for vampiric tendencies had found a lighted spark in that need - for at least the dead varg would provide her attention, if only it was until it's throat was torn out. But now this was different. Their hairs had crossed once, perhaps even flesh - surely she remembered at least that correctly? - and electricity had shot across her. Contact. It was what she had been missing all of these long months and what she so desperately needed. And now with him upon the earth, vitals exposed to the air and to Grey's teeth, she wished to throw herself at him and let him ravish her until she reached ecstasy or until she was dead. No more was there time for grey zones in Macaria's life, she wanted the extremes. Once he rose, either by his own free will or by Grey Wind's bidding, she moved to his side, sweeping her tail over her dorsum. A paw raised and turned, exposing its underpart and with it, the last few morsels of blood that had been sprayed upon her when she had taken her brother's life. "Care to taste the meal on a different plate?" Her words were hot, heated, but quiet too, so that no other would hear anything more than a murmur. She leaned into him if he allowed her and reveled in the heat transfer from his body to his. The last bits of her high were fading... This pack meeting would need to be fast... But for right now, she was more than content. |
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