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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A Song of Ashes and EMBERS
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The two wolves weaved swiftly between the tall trees, silent as a pair of shadows. Aside from the occasional rustle of underbrush as a small animal was startled from its den, and the warm, musky scent of the two faes, their approach could have gone unnoticed.
The coal-black fae with the eyes of flame seemed to melt into the darkness beneath the trees; somehow, her paler ash-grey sister managed to do the same, despite her pelt. The black was obviously the dominant of the two; she held her tail and ears confidently, where her sister's hung low. The two enjoyed each others' company, though; they had been through too much together not to.
Eventually, the black fae stopped short, her sister taking her lead and halting beside her. She raised her muzzle and sniffed, then followed the scent to a tree a few metres away. The scent marking was old and weathered by rain, but the smell of the alpha overpowered the other smells. Yet another quick sniff told Ember that this alpha was male, around her age- but perhaps a winter or two older- and strong. There was no hint of an alpha female.
"This is it," Ember told Ash quietly. Ash nodded and lowered her grey haunches to the ground. Ember tipped her head back and howled.
Her beautiful melody drifted through the trees, startling birds from their nests and rabbits from their burrows. Ash's voice soon joined Ember's, equally as beautiful as her sister's.
A light drizzle began to fall as they howled. Soon the drizzle had turned to a downpour. Lighting flashed, thunder rolled, and still the faes howled.
Then their melodies stopped.
And they waited.

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