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 October 5, 2016 at 04:39:04 PM by Grey Wind
The large grey male strolled casually through the trees, not having any set agenda or tasks for the day. Other than making sure things were still safe, there was not much to do right now. It was snowing, and the white flakes swirled through the air. He kept his yellow orbs peeled in case any prey happened to scurry in his path. He was used to the winter months and what they did to those that were forced to live through them, so he knew how to survive, but he would not say no if an easy meal presented itself. But it seemed for now that Grey Wind was alone in the forest. But it was still early in the morning with the sun only barely beginning to rise. With everything that had been going on in the brute’s personal life he was okay with the solitude for now. It gave him time to think and to try and figure out what he was going to do about some of the events that had occurred most recently. There was the confusion with Macaria, and when he had sought her out after their last encounter, it seemed that she had left the packlands. Of course she was not required to stay within Abendrot’s borders every second, just like any other varg she could come and go as she pleased. Grey Wind knew that she would be back. She was changed now, and she would not fit in back with her family, if there was any of them left alive that was, and most packs wouldn’t allow a vampire to reside there. But that was one of the good things about Abendrot. It took in those that didn’t fit in at other packs, but those that fit in better in these lands were the type that Grey Wind related to. He would not want to have fake niceties to some lovey dovey pack. The other packs would never have been able to be home, not the way that Abendrot truly was. And since he had called this place home for so long, it would only make sense that he find a mate that would fit in here as well. And with Macaria’s recent transformation none could doubt that she indeed did belong here. Was that what he wanted from her? Finding a mate had never been the male’s priority, and the thought of it was foreign to him. But he was king of these lands now, and he should sire some young to take over when his time to pass on the throne came. But not any female would be worthy of that. If Macaria wasn’t what he was looking for, no female would fit with him. He was just too foolish and lying to himself for too long about his true feelings for her. And when he finally came to the realization and went to go find her, she was nowhere to be found. So he would have to wait, just as he had made her wait. The grey male’s audettes perked when he heard familiar vocals at the border. It was a voice that he did not think he would hear again. As long as Grey Wind had been a member of Abendrot Kershov had been ruler, and his second in command had always been Marx. Marx was there when Grey Wind first got accepted to the pack, and he still remembered the sparring match that the two warriors had. It was part of what made Grey Wind like this pack. Kerhsov didn’t just agree to accept him without knowing that he would be a good asset, and he had had to prove his worth in front of the king. Marx had always come and gone, but he always came back and was never gone for too long. But he had not seen the other male since before Kershov left. Grey Wind had only assumed that he would not be returning as Kershov was not here, and he thought maybe even Marx had left with the ex-alpha. But his vocals were here once more, calling for Grey Wind this time. It seemed that he had caught on to what had gone on in his absence. Paws carried him to the spot that Marx had called from, curious as to what would happen. The male had proven time and time again that his loyalties were to this pack, and Grey Wind knew that he was a valuable asset to have. But he had been gone for so long, where had he gone? What had he been doing? Did he now think something was more important than the pack he had always lived in? And would Enigma be returning with him? Marx’s mate had been essential to the pack as well, but she too had not appeared since Kershov’s disappearance. Yellow orbs searched Marx’s features, looking for signs of what may have happened to him or where he may have been. But it was a mystery. Before he had been used to Marx being his superior, but that was not the case this time. Grey Wind’s form stood tall, even though the other male knew his newest rank, he still liked to show it. ”Marx. I was not sure if you would ever return to Abendrot. What has kept you away this time?” Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
| GreyWind | Adult | King of Abendrot | |
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