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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I am the rain held in distain

I couldn’t help but grin. Had she had that accent when we first met? What a tricky little thing, she was so precise in fact one would barely even know what she had done. My attention is focused on her bemused, I did in-fact believe that this was queens but my better judgment told me I should draw this out. “Oh of course you don’t know Queens. Why on earth would you want to know such an aged, tattered old thing? Well I bet she doesn’t have the nerve to step one of her measly black paws onto our lands-” I searched her for a smile, anything that would show an ounce of pride. I did suspect that the old wench wasn’t completely crazy. “we after all have an army and what does she have? Some pathetic excuse for a pack, stuck with plastering bodies around as if that would convey the malice they wish they had. We of course don’t have to do such dim-witted little things to get attention.” I watched her features, and chose to continue my little banter hoping to catch a trace of her real self. “As you should well know-if you were Queens of course-we would catch on sooner or later and when we did we would rip out your throat.”

I got to my paws realizing that I had been not only in the company of one but two of my ill-mannered pack mates. I suppose it must have been my slight case of objectivism-ignoring harsh words. I after all I did hate nothing more that impoliteness. My two-toned orbs barreled into the adolescent youth. I lifted a lip exposing the dagger like ivorys that would soon be in her hide if she didn’t learn the meaning of respect. In a low voice-as not to embarrass her in front of our guest I gave her what she deserved.“Ilthilwen do you always treat your elders with such indignity? Learn your place or others will be forced to put you in it.” My eyes continued the very clear challenge. “And you would be wise not to insult a pack that could easily snub you out, you may think you are invincible but you are far from it love.” The sheer amount of venom lacing my lyrics surprises even me but sometimes you just cant help but reprehend whelps that stray to far over the line.

It amused me how far she was off in her conjecture. Bright moon? Ha that showed her impetuousness, couldn’t even acknowledge the old porcupines jabs about her being Alphess. Childish. “As you can well see this is under control, go run along and play with that friend of yours.” What would Kershov think? Watching his cohorts squabble amongst themselves? He would be so displeased. I decidedly returned my silver and gold gaze back to the old vixen and nodded sympathetically. She may have been rude but it had been dealt with in a respectable way not with snarls and callous words. Pack members should above all things respect each other.

ooc - Oh dear Ilthiwen I'm sorry for her short temper! Dont hold it against her, she just can't help herself sometimes <3


Arsinoe


The truth is I'm ruthless I can't be contained

| Fully Mature | Vixen | Offspring | Lover | Disciple of Kershov |

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- Alice






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