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 24, 2017 at 02:41:10 AM by K R O N O S
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I MAY NOT HAVE BUILT THIS KINGDOM Kronos stood there for several moments before the wolfess arrived; a very delicate appearing red wolf who the kalak demon’s slender framing towered over. And he watched her, studying her as if she were a foreign experiment of some kind. Condescending, untrusting, and utterly judgmental. The tall male looked down upon her, quite literally, as well as figuratively. And this hate was directed towards the stranger simply because of the blood that coursed through her veins. She was of a different kind; and Kronos thought all opposing breeds as unfit and shady. His spheres met with hers; hues of melted, scorching steel gray, tainted only by a small section of a warm and rich chocolate. A result of the male’s sectoral heterochromia. His eyes were filled, seemingly, with flames; bright and intense, ready to burn whoever dare near them. They were infused with a deadly mixture of anguish and anger as they set upon the mask of the opposing, petite femme. Venomous lyrics threatened to spew from his mouth. Why was she just standing around?! Could the woman not see that he was in a hurry?! She did, however, and Kronos paused, his elongated stilts freezing and breaking away from their irritated pacing. Almost as quickly as the insults had collected at the tip of his poisonous tongue, he swallowed them, whole and unspoken. He, instead, continued his silent eye contact with the Miss. It took a moment from him; his steel spheres melting into her opposing expressionless, dull ones until, finally, he understood. The emotions that consumed him reflected themselves also in the femme. It seemed that she had lived through a similar pain. Though theirs had been different in various aspects, they had both survived alike heartaches. Kronos just dealt with his in a much more vicious and violent manner. The red mistress stood before him as a sort of invitation. The she was telling him to follow her. His audits lowered so that they resided flatly on either side of his cranium; the traditional ivory of inside a kalak’s ears stained upon Kronos, instead, with a soft and smoky gray. His frame relaxed, though slightly, and gracefully, the colossal demon advanced towards her in long and steady strides. He came alongside her, keeping a safe and comfortable distance between their two differing silhouettes but remaining near the vixen’s left flank, - a habit taken up by him in his training to guard Princess Lilith, - as she maneuvered them away from the border and deeper into her world. Kronos was silent for a moment or two, allowing the couple to travel in silence, before finally his heavy voice smoothly leaked from his maw. His lyrics remained just as gruff as previously, but this time, he had attempted to keep them quiet. Silenced and sincere. “I must apologize for my rashness, m'lady. You see, I’ve been searching for… someone. And it seems that she has found refuge in these lands.” He offered the slightest, weak hint of a smile. A rare expression from the tall beast. But it seemed like the proper timing; though he was unaware of the punishment that was to follow her because of her actions, she had assisted him in his desperate attempt to find the Princess. His words came to a halt, allowing the femme an opportunity to speak in return, should she want to or find the need. Then his quieted vocals would emerge once more. “I cannot express my gratefulness to you and your generosity.” “My name is Kronos. Who are y-,” he began his hushed introduction that resulted in an abrupt stop, his title being echoed through the still air, carried by soft and shrill vocals. Familiar vocals. Lilith’s vocals. His steel spheres immediately reached to meet with those of his guide’s, widened and alert, while also obtaining some possible excitement all at once. Lilith was here, after all! He was having to fight back against the urge for his banner to wag in exhilaration whenever his towering frame was met, full-speed, with the delicate stenciling of his, seemingly long lost royalty. Kronos bulked against her weight, holding her delicate and pale silhouette to his broad chest as the petite princess sobbed into his russet and ebony robes. His hackles began to bristle subtly as she spoke, the dead flames of his hues becoming ignited once more from the latest information he had obtained about Lilith and Olya’s mistreatment and their distress. “My Princess, I am so incredibly sorry that I did not find you sooner… This could have all been avoided, if it weren’t for me,” he spoke loudly, angrily, his voice a deep rumble as the rage began to build inside of his chest cavity. Not only had this Siku mistreated Kronos’ queen, but it seemed that he had even gone as far as disrespecting Lilith’s handmaiden. Someone that she was close with, thought of as a dear friend. Kronos was the guard of the pale princess, but Olya was dedicated to Lilith as well; meaning that he had taken it upon himself to also protect Olya. “I’ve looked all over for the two of you. I probably would have never been able to get to you if it wasn’t for her.” Kronos’ thick cranium tilted towards the direction of his red escort, his differing hues reaching again to meet her façade, to gauge her reactions. Lilith then leaned into his side, the intention of her body language clearly to enlighten the red mistress of her high title, as her sweet lyrics breathed into Kronos’ gray and black audits, causing soft shivers to travel along his spine. Though now Lilith spoke with deadly venom on her tongue. She was passionate and fueled by an intense rage. And this all resulted in the demon kalak’s own rage strengthening, his muscles flexing and tensing beneath his thick robes in irritation and fury as his own toxic and poisonous whispers met with Lilith’s dark audit. “Your wish is my command, my Princess. All you’ve to do is say the word, and you know very well that I will take care of this… problem.” Kronos would take this land, conquer it, should Lilith demand it. In his mind, the kalak warrior wondered if this so-called Alpha would even bother to show. So far, there had been no sign from what Lilith described as the ignorant jack off. “Where is Olya? He has not harmed either of you, has he?” speak. K R O N O S BUT I'LL MAKE FUCKING SURE THAT I PROTECT IT FROM YOU. of age .x. knight .x. no heart .x. loyal to lilith .x. kyleigh |
Replies:
- - By October 25, 2017 at 07:42:18 AM
A Handmaiden’s Tale - By Olya October 27, 2017 at 08:08:33 PM
I Am Your Butterfly - By Lilith October 28, 2017 at 06:24:18 AM
I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER ME. - By K R O N O S October 31, 2017 at 09:49:18 PM
- By November 5, 2017 at 04:01:43 AM
I am King, do not forget that. - By Siku November 7, 2017 at 02:59:38 PM
A Handmaiden’s Tale - By Olya November 13, 2017 at 02:57:46 PM
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