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 July 14, 2016 at 01:43:09 PM by Macaria
Macaria's pinnae flickered backward as a wolf approached her, but when a growl rumbled into her aud she knew exactly who was behind her. For months she had been battered and bruised by this brute, and each time he had growled at her before throwing her down. Macaria knew his voice - it had at first taunted and tormented her, but afterward had soothed her, when it was the only sound that didn't terrify her within the boundaries. Macaria knew his smell, for it was what had encompassed her completely. Any time she left the den, she did not feel comfortable again until she returned to it... Until now. And until now, she realized she knew hardly anything at all about the brute other than by sense. She knew a bit about his family... But that was it. She knew nothing about what he thought, about what he felt, about who he was. What did he cherish, what were his personal set of morals? He was so closed off from everything, and now that she was returned and was different, what did they have to talk about? They had not talked about anything in... The longest of times. What was their relationship now? For now, even with her muddled mind, so many other things were clear - such that she was always a caged songbird - pretty to look at, yes, but rather useless - , only that she had been too stupid to see it that way. But he had set her free to advance her knowledge, and now she different. Everything was different. She was no longer a songbird, but a raptor, beautiful and deadly, and she refused to be caged again. 'So, my dear Macaria. Would you like to share the tales of your adventures outside of Abendrot? It’s clear that the old Macaria who left here is no more.' Macaria swept her nape around quickly, narrowed lids covering her pumpkins which flashed at him but from then on held his gaze steadily, not lingering on the ground as they once would have. "You wish to hear me speak now, do you Grey?" She shook her head and chuckled - had he not once wished for nothing more than her to remain silent? "Oh, tales I have to be sure, of death and destruction, but I'm sure you know naught of that do you?" Macaria snapped at him, her tone largely accusatory... For how could he not know? "I found but one healer on this trip, an Eskimo up on the Misty Mountain. I traveled for days on end until I knew nothing of sky versus ground, rarely stopping for rest or food for I was so set on returning here... On returning to you. It's quite the psychosis that you wrapped me up in, by the way, applaud for you." Sarcasm dripped heavily from her lips and she growled... But her mind wondered where this all was coming from. For he had not been the one that had suggested that she leave, but rather it had been her own idea. And yet she was angry with him and would not hide it... For he had known, hadn't he? "Alaska got me back on my paws and fed me and nursed me and taught me a bit, and I started to come back here, returning on the trail that I had originally taken, but this time I swerved a bit off the path and ended up at my childhood pack. You remember the one, don't you? The one you invaded, where you tricked me, where you stole me from? Saw Tooth, if I am right. I had thoughts of staying there... But then I came to the border and saw it all. Saw Tooth is gone. Saw Tooth is destroyed. No one else is there for none could survive there - the mountain's top was blown and lava and ash covers the land, and the sky is blacked out. My whole family is gone..." Once more she laughed and shook her head, a maniacal smile across her face. "Oh no, wait. My brother, Roheryn, who should have been here, should have been safe, was not in Saw Tooth... But he is dead now too. Do you know about vampirism, Grey? I didn't. But I do now. To become a vampire, you have to eat another varg, usually while under stress or easily influenced..." For the first time since she had started talking, she looked away. Her monster inside, her secret, was about to be released. There would be no going back... "Grey... I have been taking poppy. A lot of poppy... And I ate my brother." It was nearly comical, that sentence. That she had been high and ate her brother. But she did not laugh. She was serious. Her orange orbs slowly traveled back to him, her pain and confusion and insanity clear within them. She would never have fear again, for fear came from pain... But she could no longer feel pain. And that was dangerous, both because pain was meant to be a protective sense and she would be injured all too often... But she too had become addicted to this poppy, and though she had admitted to it, she had no desire to stop ingesting it. And it made her see the world in a wonderful way of imagination, unique colors, and warped truths. It would drive her further into her insanity, causing her to mistrust others... And with her newfound diet how well would she be able to prevent herself from eating her pack mates. "Why didn't you tell me about Saw Tooth, Grey? How do you see me now, Grey? Who am I to you?" She snarled at him and raised her hackles out of frustration, rage, and confusion. Her Ebony hairs wavered slightly with the brief wind that swept over her coat, and she trembled, too amped up to stay still. |
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