when it rains look for rainbows......when it's dark look for stars

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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^{when it rains look for rainbows...}_{...when it's dark look for stars}
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Posted on December 14, 2018 at 03:35:29 PM by Dakarai

Dakarai twists, turning slightly in the room to stretch, although at this point he is not Dakarai. He is an unnamed entity, one that is not quite sentiment, or at least not sentient enough to the point where he will remember this moment. He is blind and deaf, but despite that he is not mute, or at least he won�t be mute once he is born. For now, there is no air within his lungs to back his voice, only amniotic fluid - just like it is for his siblings. He is warm, safe, and helpless� But in the next few moments, all of that is about to change. Yet because he is a fetus, has no knowledge of language, so when he complains, it will be in the most rudimentary sort once he is born � a cry, or a whine. Aside from instinct, he won�t know entirely why he cries, why he whines. It will be due to being cold, but he won�t fully understand the difference between cold and warm, nor the words involved. He will cry when he is hungry, but he won�t understand the difference between hunger and starvation. And no one� No one can answer if he will dream when he sleeps, for what would a blind and deaf pup who has no true concept of the world dream of anyway? Dreams are lively, vivid things, usually full of wonder or fear, color and action� But for the first wee bit of time while after being born, he will have not have experienced any of this, so how could his mind re-create it in his sub conscious?

The calm peace that he has grown so accustomed to, the only thing he has ever known really, suddenly shifted into turbulence. He feels the uterine body closing down around him in waves, pushing him, squeezing him. He squirms, uncomfortable, but he cannot escape from his fate. He is the first of his litter to slip through his mother�s canal, and it is so tight that he opens his mouth but no sound, no murmur of complaint comes out, not yet. And then it hits him, the bite of the cold air, the air itself - not a smooth comforting wave of fluid, no, something that pulls across his wet flesh almost with a gritty feeling - It is abrasive to say the least. But then there is something closing around him again, and for second he feels the same notion of weightlessness as he is moved through the air, but a second later he is plopped down again. Something soothing runs over him, though he does not know the word mother, nor exactly what relation that she is to him, her tongue cleaning him is a comfort to him, it is soothing. As Olya reaches around to grab her next pup, this one, the one she will come to name Dakarai, suddenly feels very lonely and alone in the world. But more than that, for the first time he feels attention his stomach, a feeling of hunger, although he does not understand that either. But on instinct, he opens his mouth again to complain, and this time a high-pitched shrill shriek passes his lips though he cannot hear it. As each breath continues, growing only louder as his lungs fully clear the fluid and replace with oxygen infused air. Eventually, after an amount of time passes that he cannot comprehend, he is lifted, floating for second more before he is placed on the ground. The comforting caress restarts, this time towards his rump, and it stimulates him to crawl forward, his mouth open this time not to cry but to seek with one of the only senses he actually has full use of right now - touch. His nose eventually bumps into Olya�s body, and once his probing maw finds a nipple, he latches on for all that he is worth and he starts suckling happily away.

Despite his deformations, he is an innocent. In the cruel world such as this one, where there can be no escape, he will be deemed as different, alienable, a freak. But it will be a while yet before he is exposed to the cruelty, but one would suspect that the period of time in which he is allowed to be na�ve the ways of the world will be short lived. And, oblivious to all of this, he starts to fall asleep, his tongue still wrapped in a cup around his mother�s teeth, this time truly dreaming, but of the only thing he has experience thus far - the wind across his back, and the taste of a warm fresh meal coursing down his throat�

WC: 784

Replies:

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

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