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 reason. So all he needed was a reason. "So what is his reason for kidnapping all of these innocent people? They won't kill for him. Heck I doubt they would even even consider fighting for him. Believe it or not somes will is hard to break." She seems to take a minute to think over my words. Then it seems that a fuze is lit. Word what word? Shit? Why would that be such a bad word, oh thats right lovely Americans for you. My ears go back a little. I have to admit I am actually believing that she is going to tackle me to the ground the same way Kershov did.

"Fine then I won't say it around you." I say my eyes looking into hers. The look there is one that really digs deep. But why should I really care what she thinks of me? Shes not my mother, even though she does sound a lot like her. What a shame, she couldn't be my mother. But I know my mum wouldn't come within a hundred miles of this place. But I wish she was alive, and I wish she would come find me.

Wishing is for wolves who have hope, which I have some but its only hope that I can get myself out of this terrible and wrechid mess.

She hears the howl about as the same time as I do. She looked happy about it. Why would she be happy about that? Oh yes, thats right she did choose to live here. So she would enjoy that now wouldn't she? But she must be as terrible as the others if she chose to call this place her home. She must have killed before. This thought sent shivers up my spine. I close my eyes hearing her accept my friendship request. This wolf who sounded so much like my mother was a killer. Thats who was in front of me. A full blooded murdurer. How someone who could take the life of another is beyond me. Look into there eyes as you drain the life out of them. I could never be like that, even though Im guessing that is what is expected of me.

I open my eyes suddenly. I could picture me killing off my parents. Doing whatever that stranger had done. Watching the light drain out of there eyes. "Bloody Hell." I murmur. I wait a moment looking back at Arsinoe. Does she consider Hell a 'bad' word too? If she did then she would just have to deal with it because thats a part of my daily vocabulary and some habits are not going to be broken.

Shes actaully going to tell me what happened? I just tried that to gain a little trust. I wonder if shes this open with everyone, if so that could be a real weakness in her book. Why am I talking weaknesses? Why do I even care if shes open to people, this place has already started to change me. Her voice doesn't sound as strange as before but it sounds if shes trying to hide all traces of emotions. But why, this place must have changed her too thats the only resolution I can come too.

People are not always who they say they are. I will have to remember that especially here. She seemed threatening for a moment. "Don't worry I won't tell, I promise." I say sweetly. She speaks she speaks of having children. She uses the word had freaquently but why, what did happen to them? I think I know the answer, but I just hope I am not right.

Pailette, Palau, and Amatol.Palau, the one who I look like. Thats why it looked as if she knew me. I feel bad making her tell this story, I bet she remembers it clearly. She talks about falling in love. I can picture it all. What her pups must have looked like, the wolves holding her down making her watch them kill her pups. I truely feel for her, all the anger that I held torwards her for being here and choosing this place to call her "home sweet home". Those men changed her, and they killed the ones she loved the most. Maybe this really should be where I stay. Its seemed to work out for her.

I wish I didn't hear it, now I will have one more thing keeping me from going to sleep at night. But in a way I'm kind of glad she told me it ment she trusted me, but then again who am I going to tell? I was the only survivor. Those words are repeating in my head.

"I'm so.. Sorry" Only comforting words I can think of. Seeing that I'm still not so over my parents death either.. So comforting words aren't really available at the moment. I guess its my turn its only fair to tell her since she told me. "You know it seems everytime I close my eyes I see my parents just laying there. I don't really know what happened to be honest. But some wolf.." I breathe and growl at the same time. "Some wolf ripped there throats out. Two against one you would think they would have won wouldn't you?" I can hear my heartbeat through my ears.So angry at them. I close my eyes and calm down a little, then open them again."I guess different wolfs handle situations differently."



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