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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Excuses fell from his maw, but even if they had been apologizes it would not have much mattered to Macaria. She was deep within her own psychosis that warped her focus to bend and mold in unpredictable ways. Never again would others be able to predict her plans, for she would not know them herself. Without fear of pain, why would it matter what she did or how she lived her life? Sure, she may get injured, but she could still heal. And if she didn't? At least she would at last have the sweet sweet release of death, releasing her from this place where she had no family, no friends. Macaria did not feel sorry for herself - but this was simply an honest truth. Her pack was dead, her parents and siblings were all dead. And here, for so long, she had been a prisoner. Though there were many within, she could not call any of them friend, for she knew only their names, nothing more. And until now, they would have been just as likely to kill her as greet her.

Today she had more knowledge though, and today was the day of her rebirth, and nothing would ever be the same.

As Grey Wind continued onward, blathering on, he said only generic statements, nothing with his heart. Nothing was said with passion or desire, nothing was said with conviction. He skirted her questions, and it only went to fuel her rage... As did his continued calmness. Until finally his hackles raised and he returned her aggression, turning the tables in an attempt to change her focus onto herself.

'So, Macaria, what do you plan to do now? Now that you’ve seen some more of what the world is truly like, and how it can change you. Now that you’ve found a new way to become strong, who are you now?' He remained still, only staring at her as she fidgeted and paced in front of him. Lips raised from her, and spewed more rage. "I have no fucking clue who I am, Grey, but at least I can admit that. I am the Phoenix, slain only to rise again in my own ashes. The blood of my blood, spilt by my own teeth, is what has anointed me anew, and in this new body and mind of mine, I will yield to nothing, I will yield to no one. I will not be told no. I will not be controlled. I don't know who I am, Grey, but I know who I am not. I am not your goddamned slave, nor your prisoner. I am not the silent scared lass hiding in the corner. And I shall not be denied from my wants." Leaping at him, she sought to tackle him roughly, only to nuzzle her muzzle into the nape of his neck. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent, and felt the strange mixture of hunger and desire as she neared him. "You denied me once, Grey. You will not deny me again."


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







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