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 spit out my words nearly instantly after she speaks them. A rose always has it’s thorns. I’ve yet to see just how sharp yours are. I eye her one more time, and then regaining a stoic look upon my palette. Pricking my flesh interests me more than idle chit chat. The lady says something about it taking more than a few mean words to crack her… I’m sure it does. I reply with a slippery tone. That can have a very sexual connotation. Who cares. She can take it whatever way she wants. Ma’am, I don’t try. I either do or don’t. However. The pettiness of dares holds no interest for me. Doing things because I feel like doing them is more interesting. I don’t have to prove anything to you. And therefore, I will choose to do nothing, for I find you not worth the physical strain. Still throwing insults at her? Why, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?

I push others to see just how far I can mess with them until their mental stability just pops. This witch-eyed girl didn’t seem to have one quite yet… and it was making me more impatient than before. If I wasn’t going to get a reaction out of her, then why the heck was I still talking to her? Her games were making me mad, and her eyes were giving me a headache. No ma’am, I think I’ve come here to be graced with your…. Sarcasm was thick but I held my tongue and bite back on it. I’ve come here to kill time. Just then, a different air came about her. Pfft. I don’t take the bait. If what she said earlier was true, then this is merely an act…. And guess what? It was. Bingo! Something about how her stargazers were ‘unique and pretty.’ I snort. And I suppose you get these comments from boys who are falling all over you?

My name? I shrugged. Don’t have one. But I suppose going with the little cute fluffy being, Wolverine, is good enough for me. And I don’t deserve to live here. I don’t deserve to live. Therefore, I cannot give you reason to let me pass. Only that I will be able to She speaks about me probably not willing to show my vitals. My woody optics narrow dangerously as she sends a wink my way. Was this but a game to her? I angrily lean towards her, this time getting in her bubble and stand to all four columns, tilting my off-white dial up to the sky to expose my vulnerable larynx. My life blood vein is located here. I don’t want to get dirty… so I think I’ll just offer up life or death instead. Go on. If you’re just going to play with me, do something of worth and take your shot. I promise I won’t move an inch. If she was going to be glorified that she’d been able to get so close to me without me touching her… this was my repayment for her ever-so-hilarious ways. It would do me close to nothing to do what I’m doing… but self-satisfaction is a violent factor that calls out for pride and glory to become one with each other…

Whatever she wishes to do… give me just a little nip there, bit down on it and shake, or do nothing… I don’t care. I have a better chance of winning this mind game round than she does. She either kills me or doesn’t. Or she just takes out a piece of my fluff and leaves me bald in a circular area. In this case, I get to show off just how jerk-faced I am.


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| Male | Six Years | Forever Loveless | Loyalty to None | k i k i |




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