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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and her past times consistedof the strange
the twisted and deranged

Arsinoe caught the cologne of an outsider long before she heard his yowl. She had been absent from her pack lands for quite a while but this was still her domain and she knew it better that any other sections of blossom combined. Every tree, every stone, all of it was imprinted into her head. A map she couldn’t forget even if she tried, not that she would ever want to, hell she could pick up the signature perfume of malevolence a mile away; but it was not the land that concerned her at the moment - it was the foreigner. It took only a matter of minutes for Arsinoe’s creamy pillars to bring to the small patch of bare earth where the stag was sitting, waiting.

Her ears perked and she found herself slinking out of the shadowed with a kind of grace not matched by other petty wolves that called blossom home, no she had an air about her. She was from Abendrot and that in its own right was something to be proud of. That’s what it was! That aura emanating from her was pride, pride but not arrogance. Her demeanor was serene; calm and slightly contented as she stood before the blood red stag, and her voice rang out clear and even as she spoke. “State your name visitor, that and your business here.”

She felt a smile curl on her marred lips. She was once beautiful but now, now she is just a ruined show girl; only a pair of mismatched silver and gold orbs stand for the loveliness that once was. Once a performer of pretty pirouettes - now she is the shadow of the night, the inflictor of pain. Careful wouldn’t want to step on these toes.


Arsinoe

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