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 February 16, 2019 at 02:38:11 AM by Olya
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This had been her first litter ever, despite the fact that she had been raped many times by members of the Faraway army. At least when she had been in the service of the pallid princess, she had been saved from that fate and that torture. But she had still been a slave, a mere piece of property. She had always been a slave. It thus it was hard, very hard, for Olya to see herself as anything other than exactly that. It was hard for her to see any worth within herself, to see how anyone could see her as valuable or as priceless. And even more than that? It was hard to trust anyone, or really trust anything as being perfect. Especially her freedom. How many times had the warriors of Faraway told her she was free to go, that her sentence had been paid, before kidnapping her again and then punishing her for running away. Every day, she feared that they would find her here and try to destroy her once again. It did not matter that the magic of this land had shifted her DNA and entire physiology in order to shift her from being a kalak into an Ethiopian wolf. She still found herself looking over her shoulder each day, and wondering who she could really trust. It was easier, of course it was easier, to trust the little darlings that Siku had adopted and taken under his wing. After all, they have been born here in Blossom Forest, had never even been to Faraway. And furthermore, none of them had ever even seen a kalak before. But despite all of the wonderful things that Siku had done for Olya, sometimes… on some days… she still wondered how he could truly care for her. And now, once again, the foundation that they had managed to start to build had started to crumble. Yes another male had raped her, for no reason… No reason at all. It had not even been a kalak, but a miraculously, magically colored wolf, his pelt pulled as if straight from a rainbow. They had no rapport between them and were not even acquaintances before that fateful day. And so, all of this time she had been wondering if Siku would throw her out of the pack for her being such a disgrace. If he would throw her out for hurting his heart- after all, she knew that he cared for her, that he wanted to build a relationship with her, one of the romantic sort. He had been undeniably patient with her, never once forcing himself upon her or trying to hasten the relationship, and had been seemingly content with merely sleeping alongside her at night, which was amazing, a wonder really. And when Olya had popped out her last pup, she had wondered if she had ruined all of that… But once again he had amazed her. Siku laid no fault on her at all, and promised to raise her pups as if they were his own. A new bud began to bloom within her, and finally she started to see that, perhaps, she could stop questioning him. But that was when everything had gone to hell. It all started when Siku described to her in detail an incident where another female had threatened the twins, yet somehow ended up poisoning Siku himself, and then had somehow managed to get him to have sex with her. Olya found herself oddly and suddenly hurt, like something had been driven into her chest, and she couldn’t figure out why she felt that way. But then, it got all the more worse. One of the twins had started growling, and the other had leapt upon her but had been thrown off. Olya looked in terror at Nukillik, who Olya had always cared for, hadmaybe even loved, despite the fact that Olya had no true notion of the word having never experienced it herself. And now Nukillik was stalking toward her, lethal intent in her eyes. And that was when someone had started screaming, not Olya, but Nukillik herself. For someone to stop her. Siku had started screaming as well, at the girls, asking what exactly was going on all the while backing up to stand over Olya and her two pups protectively. Olya whimpered and pulled her two little darlings close, willing to give up her life if it meant saving those of her pups. All of her life had amounted to this - giving birth to these two little darling whelps, and she wanted them to know nothing of the life that she had once known. She never wanted them to be punished or subjected to the pain she had known. But Olya also questioned … Could she stay here? Knowing what Siku had done… Could she stay here? At last Olya had accepted the fact that he was not evil and would not physically hurt her… But perhaps he was still like those of Faraway in that he was a polygamist. But could she stay here knowing how Nukillik felt about her? Knowing that Nukillik wanted to kill her… Possibly even the pups? She whimpered again and cowered in fear, accepting the once again shitty hand that life has dealt her. Words: 881 |
| Olya Slave of her own Chains || No heart || Part of Graes Waegholm |
| ♥dante |
Replies:
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