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



My two-toned orbs become laced with some kind of far off distance as I hear her question. She knew, of course she knew-how could she know. “No” My voice begins to sound strangled, forced like I’m speaking through grains of sand. “No I don’t know you.” My ebon lips twisted into something in-between a smile and a grimace “I knew someone like you though-it was a long, long time ago.” I can remember my little girls eyes those haunting emerald gems. Her fur-like a colorless fleece. I can remember them all. There were three; my little ebony boy, my pallid girl, and that beautiful crimson darling. I remember them all as if they never left-as if I never failed.

My eyes drift from her hauntingly familiar face then to the rest of her, she’s a sight for sore eyes. Welts, and her paws even swollen. “What happened?” I think I already know but as I’m well aware keeping feelings bottled up makes your heart wilt until all that’s left is to expire. I’m surprised that she lets herself be so openly sorrowful, I’m not used to the display of feelings. Here people don’t have much in the way of that-no they don’t have much. Then again I’m here aren’t I? Yes, yes I am. I’m exactly like them in many ways all except one. I used to be like the others. I used to care and laugh and hope and dream. I used to but after that night. After that night it all changed; fear turned to hate, hope turned to anger, happiness turned to emptiness-and here we are. A lonely vixen so deficient in life she wishes nothing more than for this stranger-this prisoner to be her long lost child.

This little girl. Taylor-her name is Taylor, she looks so frightened. I couldn’t help but wonder what made her so fearful. We aren’t so bad here, really we aren’t, we just don’t conform to everyone else’s standards. Were just different, born calculated and gifted. We - I - us. Trials and test have made us what we are, why is it everyone hates us for that? Is it that I just can’t help but see the bright side? One day-perhaps-one day they’ll understand. One day they will accept us - or bow down in submission. After all why is it we have to be evil? Why us when there are so many others out there doing the same thing as us without so much of a reason. We do the things we do not because we can but because we have reasons in doing so. Good sense-we aren’t dimwitted dopes we have intelligence. We just choose to use it.


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

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- Alice





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