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 November 13, 2017 at 02:57:46 PM by Olya
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Kronos had told her that there was nothing to forgive, that he was sworn to protect the princess and her both. Then where had he been? Olya shook her head and closed her eyes, formally dipping her nape so that when she opened her shades again, she would staring carefully at the ground. This land had been the worst possible thing for her - all of her life she had been a slave, and she would always be a slave to matter what happened. But this place had showed her a different way of life, where different wolves in different circumstances were able to exist. It was cruel. Cruel for her to have to see something that she could never have. This place has showed her the sky, but what good was the sky to a creature would never do better than crawl? Others had freedom of will… But that was not her future. These chains, invisible though they were, were all that was meant for her. And yet then, almost as if her mistress had been reading her mind, Lilith brought up exactly that - it was almost unbelievable. And in fact, oh yeah did not believe it. As Lilith went on and on about forgivable things, about selfishness… What was she saying? Olya’s lids widened for a second as she comprehended the meaning… What Lilith was actually saying. But she had been offered freedom before, not once, not twice… But a myriad of times. Each time, it had been a cruel game played by her keepers. Farant and his minions would offer her freedom. The first time that it had happened, she had been naďve enough to think it was true. She thanked them profusely, and promised to never say a bad word about them. She had taken off, running to… Well, somewhere. Anywhere, anywhere but there. The thought of freedom had terrified her, but also excited her, because it meant that she would no longer be subject torture. Only that wasn’t true. They had lied to her, and had promptly hunted her down the next day. It had become their own little game of cat and mouse. And then, and then… The warriors claimed that she had tried to escape. That she had fled from them without permission… But all the while they said it with a smile on their faces, a cruel grin. And thuss the torture had began again. The second time that it happened, naivety still affected her, she took the bait again… With the same results. What was it that they said about sanity? Something about doing… The same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Well the next time that she had fallen for their ploys, they had used one of her own kind against her. They had convinced another slave to help her escape… And yet the other slave, for their successful mission, was given a night of rest, full belly. And he had been allowed to have his way with Olya. Three times. Three times was the charm. Three failed attempts to leave had been what had taken to break her. No matter what, never again had she thought about fleeing. She had learned that although her daily torture was painful, anytime she ran, whether they gave her permission to or not, it was 10 times worse. Part of her wanted to believe that Lilith was different. After all, she had been thus far - Lilith had not ordered her a hurt a single time since Olya had been gifted to her. Nor had any of Lilith‘s staff or guards been allowed to hurt her. They had made the lewd remarks, the crude gestures. They had threatened her, inhaled her most intimate of perfumes while demanding that she stand still. And they had done other things to her… But they did not tortured her. And she never said a word of it to Lilith - after all, she assumed that it had all been by Lilith‘s parents permission, and who was she to speak against them. But at any rate, living with Lilith‘s family had been infinitely better - she would take Life living with them over living with Farant’s pack any and every day. So why… Why would Lilith seek to hurt her now? Was it because Olya had spent time with other wolves here? Did she think that Olya needed to be taught a lesson, to relearn her place, especially now that Kronos had come to take them away? It was the answer that made the most amount of sense, even though she rebelled against the idea of it, it was the ugly truth that she had to swallow. "No, Mistress Lilith. The fault is mine for making you believe such a thing. Of course I would never attempt to leave you, I would never attempt to flee your service. My chains to you are unbreakable, though I am forever loyal." Her vocals were quiet, and she never met her mistress‘s gaze. No… Instead, she continue to stare down at the ground. She was very careful not to let her vocals waiver or belay her fear - she did not wish any pain to be inflicted upon her, not again. And she had gotten good at lying - no one would be able to tell the difference. But then everything went to hell. From out of nowhere, Siku arrived, had apparently heard everything. She opened her mouth to try to explain, to try to defuse the moment, but it had all already exploded. It all moved, it all happened so fast, and yet she felt as if she was moving slower than molasses. Within a second, Sike had his jaws wrapped around Lilith‘s throat, and Olya watched as he dragged the princess toward the border. Lilith‘s snowy hairs were getting dirtier by the millisecond, as dirt was rubbed in them, marring their perfect. Olya had never seen the princess treated as such, and she didn’t know what to do, what to say. Her long limbs were carrying her, but it was almost as if she was a different person looking in, hovering above her own body. Olya stopped at the border, along with everyone else. In horror, she watched as he threw the princess over the boundary. Suddenly, the princess and her guard were banished, and given the warning that should they trespass again, they would be swiftly killed. As Olya watched, she suddenly was a prisoner of war, taking her as his own personal slave. She wished that she did not have to leave her mistress, and yet part of her was happy to do so. After all, Lilith had been testing her, and after a failed test would’ve come pain. Siku had tried to heal her, and not hurt her. At least not yet. Frozen where she stood, her mouth openned and shut multiple times to say something, anything but no words came out. With Siku blocking her path, there was nothing she can really do. But it was like any other day of her life - once a slave, always a slave. |
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