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 March 19, 2018 at 02:51:39 PM by Olya
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Olya had heard the call, the vocals commanding that any wolves in Graes Waegholm come. It had been a while since Olya had left her den, making sure that the pups that Siku had introduced her to were well taken care of. Not that she knew much of pups, not that she knew much of herbs, but she at least ensured that they were well fed and happy, in addition to loved. When she had been born, she had been torn quickly away from her mother's teat and placed into the nursery. She had had no love, other that that from the other pups, for as pups, they were all play mates and essentially equals. The only difference in them was that the royal pups were treated much better - they were punished a fourth as many times as the other pups were... most often the slave pups were used as whipping boys and whipping girls so that the royals did not risk injury, especially when the 'crime' they performed required a stricter punishment. Olya at any rate wanted to ensure that these pups were loved, not hated and hurt, and wanted for nothing. At any rate, that was her desire. But she could not deny the call that bade her come, and so she rose and when to the vocals. She was surprised to find not one, but two wolves, siblings that she did not know either by name nor by sight. But the thought of this, of a game? It gave her hope for a normal life, full of happiness and intrigue. Once the pair fell silent, Olya made her guess. "Madams, by your leave I would guess that you are talking about Bjorn, previously dubbed Philomelos, and Ploutos. As for your second riddle, it speaks of Printesa, blind because her cruel father sought to crush her head and caused the rupture of her corneas, both of them. Now, tell me, am I correct? |
| Olya Slave of her own Chains || No heart || Part of Graes Waegholm |
| ♥dante |
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- This a game - By Nukilik and Kallik March 19, 2018 at 03:11:14 PM
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