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 December 8, 2018 at 02:59:15 AM by Olya
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Siku had yet to say anything to her. She could not even tell if he had noticed her swollen abdomen or the lilting sway of her pregnant stride. A soft whine slipped from her lips, not only because she was not sure how she was going to explain this to him but also because of the way her abdomen pained her. The way she had taken to travel back to Graes Waegholm had been long and winding, and she had never really been the strongest of wolves nor had she ever had much endurance, and her sides had been heaving for the last few miles. She winced again as another wave of pain wracked her side and she tried hard to focus on Siku, once again wondering how to tell him of the growing pups within her. There was a reason that this would be a difficult conversation to have with him – it was not hard to see within him the emotion he felt toward her. There was a softness, a gentleness whenever he was around her, and yet it perplexed her. Always had brutes treated her as an object, and really that had always been exactly what she was. She was a slave, she was property… she was an object. Affection was a foreign concept to her, and she did not know either how to accept it or how to gift it. Thus, nothing had occurred as of yet between her and Siku, other than the fact that they had from time to time shared a den. In fact, back before Graes Waegholm had fallen prey to the magic of Blossom Forest, it had been most nights that Olya and had spent her time within his den, with him and the pups. But it was not until right now that she had seen any of them… not for months now. But even as she tried to think of the exact amount of time, her sides collapsed again as her muscles contracted. Pain was nothing that she was not used to but something… something was different about this. There was no physical trauma, no bleeding, no wounds… yet it… it was excruciating. Olya bit into the inside of her lip to give herself a point to focus while another wolf arrived. He was… younger than she, and immediately introduced himself as the husband to be to the twins. Olya’s audettes perked for a brief moment – what was it that she was feeling now? Was it… concern? For the wellbeing of the pups perhaps? When had this discussion, this decision been made on the twins’ behalf? Not that Olya had expected to be part of it, nor that she would have any say but… when? Had she really been gone this long from this land to have no idea that the twins were not only betrothed, but were old enough to be betrothed? ‘Hi there! You’re very lovely. What’s your name?’ Olya shook her head – it was almost as if what he said did not make any sense. She heard him but she could not focus on it. Her tongue felt slow and swollen in her tongue as she responded. “I… you are… the twins? I… I am…Olya!” Her own name was shouted as pain rippled through her and she collapsed to the ground just as a sudden wave of warmth and wetness swamped the earth around her where she lay, and realization came over – she was in labor. Fear came through her mind – she thought she would have time to explain to Siku what happened, she thought she would have time to figure out what she was going to with the pups, how to be a mother. But now there was no time, other than the here and now and now, where she needed to survive giving birth to her forbidden pups. Luckily, her pups were all small, and slipped out without any issues… but in between contractions, she pointedly did not look at Siku, too terrified to see how he would react. Based solely on instinct, she reached around to clean of her pups, and midway through she froze, realizing something was… not quite right as her tongue slipped over something rough. Her firstborn, a male, was born with feathers as she now bore as were her other two… but the two girls had limbs unlike a wolf and instead much like a bird. Olya reared away from them for a second, confused, and sure that she had to be hallucinating. But when she blinked, nothing had changed. Exhausted from the effort, she still could not fully accept what she was seeing. But despite the fact these had been created from an effort of rape, she still could not keep from them the love that had been kept from her all of her life. Olya could not help the tears that began to stream down her face as she forgot everyone else around her as she resumed cleaning them, pouring everything into showing them the affection lacking in her own life. Words: 842 |
| Olya Slave of her own Chains || No heart || Part of Graes Waegholm |
| ♥dante |
Replies:
- when it rains look for rainbows......when it's dark look for stars - By Dakarai December 14, 2018 at 03:35:29 PM
Darkness within - By Siku January 12, 2019 at 00:39:01 AM
A Handmaiden’s Tale - By Olya January 16, 2019 at 02:24:59 PM
So let me just give up - By Kallik January 25, 2019 at 04:20:46 PM
The doctor said you're fine - By Nukilik January 25, 2019 at 11:36:54 PM
Darkness within, Crowned by Horns - By Siku January 26, 2019 at 00:57:21 AM
among the stars - By k a u k a b February 7, 2019 at 12:20:08 PM
A Handmaiden’s Tale - By Olya February 16, 2019 at 02:38:11 AM
Darkness within, Crowned by Horns - By Siku May 30, 2019 at 06:27:19 PM
So let me just give up - By Kallik May 30, 2019 at 09:56:55 PM