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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A Handmaiden’s Tale
IP: 24.62.184.111
Posted on November 21, 2018 at 01:29:09 PM by Olya



It had been a long time since last her paws had traveled across the hard rocky surface of Graes Waegholm. When first she had arrived at this terra, things had been much different than there were now. She had been a slave, a servant, to the last snowy princess, Lilith. Previous to being given to Lilith as a gift, she had been tortured and raped almost daily whenever she had done something “wrong” in the eyes of her captors. Olya had, more than that, been an actual kalak at that point. And so, initially, she had not considered Graes Waegholm to be her home – only a shelter for her lady. After all, Olya had known only one way, and it was one without any free will, only commands and demands. But all of that had changed, and Olya had been shown a different way, a new way. And it both terrified her and thrilled her – it was as if a thick veil had been lifted from over her mind and her eyes. She actually noticed beauty, for one – the flowers, the delicate details, the sunrises and sunsets. But more than that, she had finally realized that everything she had ever been taught… had been wrong. It had been a fear factor her to force her into submission, to obey. Not… not everyone was evil nor cruel. And for a while, Olya had relished her new way of life – she had started to relax, to open up, especially to Siku. Not that she shared much with him, but it was more than she ever had with anyone else. And then she had agreed to care for the pups he had found and yet immediately after that… he and the pups had disappeared. Some time later, the pack itself had succumbed to the lethal power of nature and had transitioned into an uninhabitable land. For a brief second, she had seen Siku as he had run her and everyone else out of the pack, but ever since then? There had been nothing, no one. No one since the oddly colored hessian who had defiled her as all of the vile kalaks had done in the past.

She was pregnant – she knew it within a few days of the event. It had come as somewhat to a shock to her, considering that she had never entered the family way ever before any of the times that she had been taken. Not once. Not a single time. And so now this… this frightened her. The brute who had mounted her had come under the guise of a good Samaritan. He had honestly seemed worried about her… until his true colors shone through. Yet even when he had left, oddly enough the rainbow colored wolf had acted like he had actually helped her. If Olya had been who she was when she had initially joined Graes Waegholm, she would have never trusted the stranger, never allowed him to get so near to her… and yet afterward, after the tragic and upsetting event, it was amazing how much she reverted back into the wolf she had once been. Fear and uncertainty ruled her, and nearly kept her from returning back to Graes Waegholm when she heard the call.

But part of her did not want to disappoint Siku – he had been her one true friend, and had been loyal to her despite her trials of him. She had constantly thought about the fact that he had never let her down… and so despite the very fear and uncertainty, she had started the long trek back to Graes Waegholm. Her abdomen was swollen slightly, revealing the growing pups within her belly. At this point in her pregnancy, if she was a different type of wolf, perhaps a thick winter coat would have hidden it. But as she had transformed into an Ethiopian wolf, she still boasted a rather thin russetted coat despite the frigid and biting winter wind. Olya winced, the cold earth nipping at her pads and the wind ripping its way through her pelt. Despite that, she trotted, albeit slowly, through the thin layer of remaining fog, her body winding through the path in the rocky face’s crevice, knowing it would lead her to the clearing that Siku would surely be in. And when she arrived… she was right. She blushed but did not look directly at him, nor say anything. She just stayed there silently, waiting for him to say anything.

WC: 747

Olya

Slave of her own Chains || No heart || Part of Graes Waegholm

♥dante



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