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 consisted

of the strange the twisted and deranged


She looks so scared, she looks like she did. Why is she so scared? I mean I probably sounded angry but I didn’t think that I sounded that mad. I watch her struggling to grasp the situation, how juvenile. Then unconsciously of course I smile. Strange for my muzzle not to shift into a smirk or sneer, strange. I can see her mind moving, reeling about what her next move should be then suddenly-she bolts. It actually surprised me, I trod after her easily. My long, graceful, and scarred appendages matching her pace easily. What on earth was she running from!

I see her loosing her footing and before I could stop it she crashes against a gnarled tree trunk and the root system supporting it. I want to shake my head incredulously at the mistake but I can’t bring myself to chide the mewling pup. Those tears, all of those tears… I had heard her protesting lyrics laced with a slight British accent, at first I thought it was because of the fall then I realized she was screaming at me! Why would she be so afraid of me? What did I do to her? Her ears are sprawled flat against her head and her eyes are shut violently tight and for a moment I’m genially puzzled. I had just been walking around my home and here this creature looks at me as if I just-as if I just killed her spirit.

She speaks and at once my onyx auds perk in order to hear her desperate murmurs which to me sound more like pleas. My original inference proves correct, she is indeed a prisoner. “Shhh hush now, its okay.” I say trying my best to sooth the frightened lamb. Taylor she says, my name is Taylor. “Quiet down, you’ll be okay Taylor.” Funny how much this Taylor looks like her. She? She-who does she mean by she? Oh this is going to be long… why am I always getting myself into more than I bargain for? “Do you-um-are you…” I’m not really sure what to say, and my own words come out choppy and awkward-far from the usual honeyed perfection I’m used to. Memories I suppose, feelings too they can do that to you.



Arsinoe

and I hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'



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