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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All Sweet Things Turn Sour [ Grey Wind ]
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This day had been utterly full of surprises. She had awoken within Grey's maw, his teeth tearing small holes in the back of her nape, and as she had came down from her poppy induced high, her memories returned to her bit by bit. Her sin that she could never atone for - the murder and cannabalism of her brother - and yet it was a sin that she did not want to atone for. She felt no guilt - for in truth Macaria had hardly remembered him more than his name. He had gone to live in Abendrot when he was so young that they had barely gotten to know each other. They hadn't been close - in fact they were nearly strangers. No, Macaria felt no guilt... She felt lucky. For the blood that she had drank down so greedily had changed her perspective on life entirely. First and foremost, it had extended her palate and gave her desires to continue to feast on that very delicacy. But it had also made her stronger and bolder - she had conquered and ingested the very life essence of another wolf, how could that not strengthen her? The only drawback, which she still saw as a strength, was that it was the final straw to crack her mind. Though she had hardly known Roheryn, he was her brother. She had slain him, and it had driven her crazy. She was, in every sense of the word, a vampire - a crazed, blood thirsty, lustful and sexual demoness.

Part of that drove her to where she was now.

Before she had left on her mission to expand her knowledge of herbs, she had thought she was developing feelings for Grey Wind. He had originally been her captor and torturer, but as time went on and her fear for the other pack members grew, he became the only thing preventing them from eating her. He became her protector... And really her only friend for the long months she had spent with him. He had become her safety blanket, and in truth her true blanket on the colder nights. He had made her feel useful whenever he was injured, and yet she felt inadequate, not being able to heal or address all of his injuries. That was why she had left. But now? Time had dulled the emotions that had just been budding for Grey, and now she instead felt a pull toward Herchel, for he was the one who had given her access to the gift of blood. He was her master, and she would forever be bonded to him. How could she explain that to Grey? It was not a matter that she was very worried about, for Grey had never once showed interest in her. Why would it matter to him who she yearned for?

Ebony hairs flickered about dully - she was still severely underweight from her exhausting trip. Ribs showed through her coat, and her hairs were fragile indeed, reflecting hardly any light and were harsh instead of smooth. Macaria moved about the land freely now, the shadows no longer holding any fear in her mind... For aside from her newly found bravery, Macaria had found that her chronic abuse of poppy had destroyed many of her nerves - pain was no longer a sensation that she could register. It was both a blessing and a curse, for pain was meant to be a protective sensation. She could no longer tell what was excessively hot or cold, or when something was cutting into her flesh. But it was worth it, was it not, since she could no longer be hurt? Macaria realized that the entire land was foreign to her - that she had never traveled around it because of her fear of it. And now? Now it was a whole new land for her to explore.


||Macaria||Female||Vampiress of Abendrot, Zeta||Adult||Channing x Henadin||







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