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 October 21, 2016 at 01:29:53 AM by Herchel && Sachael
_______________________________ Spring had blossomed forth within the lands of Abendrot, and all of blossom forest in full force, everywhere there were birds singing and small animals scurrying about, delighted in the warming air and thawing snow. Already fresh greenery was pushing forth, the very first of the season, and each day was slowly becoming longer. At first, Sachael had been delighted, with a new season there were new boundaries to push, new creatures to manipulate, and most of all, new mothers. However, she had reached the point in this wretched season where Sachael was once again bored. Nothing ever happened in Abendrot, and that left the day and night painted marionette to wander the lands of blossom searching for something, or someone to occupy her time. However, nursing mothers did not allow their young to leave the den so early in their life, and Sachael wasn't interested in hunting adults, that was Herchel's job. The girl was becoming lean however, and the very edges of her ribs were starting to show forth as her thick winters coat began to shed away. Herchel had left their den as the sun began to break the horizon and lift above the earth, Sachael however, had decided to sleep, snuggling deeper within the den, curled within her nest of moss, the demanding princess slept softly while her yin and yang brother moved through the lands of abendrot, patrolling borders, catching prey, performing all the duties an active pack member ought, when he stumbled across another wolf. The problem with patrolling borders, in a pack where you did not socialize, was that, if there was an intruder, how was Herchel to know? And so, lazily he padded forward, ivory and ebony paws traveling over soft, dangerous earth, toward Lupin, with a sleepy Sachael just crawling out of the den and hot on his heels, the identical pair sat side by side, observing the chocolate boy with eyes of hellfire, just waiting.... _______________________________ |
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