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 31, 2017 at 09:49:18 PM by K R O N O S
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The stranger had offered some light-hearted, reassuring phrases as Kronos emerged into the land beside of her. "I hope you find them, sir. You'll surely be close here, won't you?" His own deep vocals was in response to hers as an awkward and toothy beam caressed his dark kissers, “Thank you. I’m sure that they can’t be too far, now.” And it appears that the russet demon was correct, after all, for only a matter of moments had passed before the pale silhouette of Lilith surfaced from the grass kingdom. She’d hit into Kronos’ chest, knocking him short of a light breath, and he took this time to embrace his lost princess, his tense framing finding some release as he held her tiny frame to his much larger one. But this release is revoked as quickly as it is gained; for the ghostly femme recites the counts of their mistreatment and degradation, and the deep rage within the colossal beast’s frame begins to eat away at him once more. Lilith’s velvety lyrics then spin through the kalak’s audits, clarifying to him that, no, Siku did, in fact, not cause any bodily harm to either of the femmes. But the disrespect that the Alpha had produced was all the same as an injury, weighing very much the same to Kronos. A threat to both; to his pale Queen, as well as with her sidekick. This treatment of his females, as well as the swollen ego of this brute, was not to be tolerated. The kalak demon decided that he would deal with Siku,. When it was his time. However, for now, Kronos began to focus on something else. It was by fate that Olya’s petite form now rushed from the heart of the territory, visually distressed while tears and rich crimson dripped from her delicate mask. “Olya!” The russet and obsidian beast moved away from Lilith now, his colossal frame advancing towards and closing in on the smaller handmaiden. Concern causes his heavy brow to furrow as his steel and chocolate spheres center on her, surveying her frame for the source of the blood. “What on earth’s happened to you?! You’re… bleeding. Are you alright?” The rich crimson drips from her jaw, spattered across the sides of her robes from the pace of her run. Sky blue hues contrast this dark and deadly shade, and they widened up into the facade of Kronos as Olya bombarded him with questions of her own. “Kronos? Where did you… Come from? How did you know where we were? Are you the relief that the Council has sent? To bring princess Lilith home to her people?” The demon’s large audits lowered against his skull as he contorted his neck to glance across his slender shoulder at Lilith and red escort. Then the beast turned his attention back to the handmaiden. “I am genuinely sorry, Olya... I must admit that I tried my hardest to find you and Lilith… but they came from all over. I could not get away in time, so I failed to assist the two of you.” Kronos’ vocals were hushed as they emitted, seemingly much like a whisper, a dishonorable sensation consuming his tall frame as he looked down upon Olya. "I must admit, you two ladies were difficult to find... I lost your trail for a few times before I finally reached you." He was ashamed, of course. Who wouldn’t be? But the warrior was here now, and he was determined. Nothing would stand in the way of him, Lilith, and Olya. He would not leave their side again. The pale princess had moved to her beloved friend’s side, tending to the handmaiden’s wounds while she address the kalak demon. It was as if, all of a sudden, Olya shrank into herself, however; and despite himself, Kronos could not help but to pity the woman. The male was well informed of Olya’s past, of her mistreatment and abuse. He knew why the scars had littered her delicate bodice so. Which is exactly why the idea that Siku intended to seduce the femme infuriated him to such an extent. The opposing guards that Kronos thrived with had aided in her previous abuse. But he was unlike them. His expression twisted into a rare expression of ache. “You have nothing to apologize for..” The knight desired to comfort her; she was one of his own, of course. Olya’s wellness meant just as much as Lilith’s, to him. He had sworn to defend both, until the very end. Until his own demise. He was almost relieved that the princess now took over, however, for it seemed that no words of consolation could come to his lips. Kronos had always served beneath Lilith, much like Olya. But his position was very different. He could never comprehend the suffering that she had been forced to endure over time. So he took a step back from the two smaller femmes, allowing them their privacy, and took a stand instead by his red hostess. He is aware now that he had yet to capture the title of the stranger, and inwardly reminded himself that he must before his departure. She had, after all, aided him at his most desperate time. Her gesture was not to be forgotten. The slender demon remained in silence, open to speak if either the unfamiliar mistress offered her shattered voice, or if one of the kalak femmes addressed him. Until then, all that filled his audits was Lilith's voice, in such soft whispers that he couldn't clearly make out her words. speak. K R O N O S [ BUT I'LL MAKE FUCKING SURE THAT I PROTECT IT FROM YOU ] | |
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- - 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