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 January 16, 2019 at 02:24:59 PM by Olya
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She did not know how long time but stopped for Olya that was really the only explanation for how this pain went on and on. In her lifespan, she had been beaten, tortured, torn up, bitten, and raped… And even those few nouns did nothing to describe the full extent of what had happened to her. But this pain was something completely different from anything that had happened to her in Faraway. At least with the other things, she had known there would be an end to it, she had grown used to it, her body had adapted – she had almost grown numb. But this? She had no idea when the next wave of contractions would come, she didn’t know how many pups there would be, how long she would be in labor before the next pup. And so she could not even rise nor walk around to ease the discomfort, instead she laid in a heaping mess of a puddle on the ground with the slippery fluids and bodies running out of her while her uterus tried to kill her. Or at least, that was what it felt like. At some point, she registered that Siku had come nearer to her, that he was staring at her and the pups that she had already passed from her womb. Weakly, she attempted to scramble away from him, her maw reaching out to clutch at the offspring she had already given birth to in an attempt to draw them nearer, to protect them, but then he began to speak. The actual words he said were lost on her - they went in one ear, skipped over her brain, and were lost out the other ear, but it was the tone that really soothed her. She had expected violence of some sort despite all of the times that Siku had proven to her that he was not like all the other brutes that she had ever known. She had been classically conditioned to simply expect the betrayal and pain from everyone in her life… But despite the fact that another had mounted her and inseminated her, despite the fact that she had brought her unborn pups unwelcome into his pack without permission, Siku was calm. His voice was soothing, steady, and she latched onto that focus in order to get her through the rest of her labor pains. Perhaps some would think their relationship odd - after all, he doted on her with adoration quite publicly and quite often, and she had never once even said to him that she loved him. Perhaps she was not quite sure of it yet herself - after all, she had never been shown love as a pup, and so knew nothing of it. She had no experience with it, so how could she understand? Furthermore, the pair had never lain together, despite the fact that they had often shared a den… But if ever there was a moment when she herself truly felt a spark of something, of anything, it was now. She understood his emotions toward her enough to know that he wanted them to be exclusive, and wanted some sort of romantic commitment from her. She had given him very little in return for his kindness, his caresses, and yet he had been patient. And despite her failure in this - despite her bearing pups that were not of his bloodline, he was accepting them as his own, promising to love and care for them. She expected death, and was instead given understanding and acceptance. It was as if a switch flipped on in her brain, one that turned on a light in a room she had never opened the door to, one full of books that she had never heard of nor read, yet now would have a chance to. There was a strange flutter in her chest, and she gasped for breath, thinking it would be her last, but the flutter continued. For a moment, she had peace, a sort of happiness, but the next moment she was doubled over in pain again as the last round of contractions hurt her. But when all was said and done, her full litter had come out and aside from being exhausted, she was no worse for the wear. Panting, she turned her sights to the side and warily eyed Siku, but nothing had changed in his demeanor. There was nothing hidden, nothing secret. He simply was laying close to her to support her, should she need it. For the first time ever, she had her way with him, crawling into his folded legs to settle against his side. Tenderly, she reached out and grabbed each of her pups, lifting them and placing her them to her breast, her tongue running over them until they were clean and dry, and they were suckling. “I…” She searched for words to say to him to explain what had happened. But how could she explain a wolf painted of the rainbow? How could she explain to him why she had gone limp and had not fought back? How could she explain to him that despite the fact that there was no viciousness nor brutality, it was still rape? Words failed her, and her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth. And so she lied and said the only thing she could think of. “I’m okay” She shook her head - he was holding nothing back from her, so why did she constantly feel the need to hold everything back from him? She knew why - she was trying to protect herself. But it seemed that she would never truly be safe anywhere, so the least that she could do would be to find some measure of happiness. “I am… I’m not okay. But I will be okay.” She reached down to nuzzle her three pups, but then realized that one of them did not move… and the other two… the other two were odd. They had body parts that no pure wolf should ever have. But all she could be happy about were that despite their oddities, they were alive. And that was what was most important. “Dakarai… and Jamilah. Their names I mean. Because you should at least have a name before you die, and you never know when your last day will be.” Words: 1059 |
| Olya Slave of her own Chains || Warming to Siku || Jamilah, Dakarai || Part of Graes Waegholm |
| ♥dante |
Replies:
- 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