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 can’t believe this lady… nor can I believe that I’m thrown off of my rocker by those obsessed duo-tone gazers. I suppose it’s just the colors… for I knew a male with one brown and one green eye… As pretty as a rose? Roses aren’t pretty… there’s no such thing as pretty. It’s all an illusion in the minds of others… that someone looks better than another. But I’ll let her have her way… no sense in wasting my breath when she’s got just as much sarcasm in her as I do. She begins to go into her fluffed out words… titling herself as Beta of the packlands I’ve stepped into and I roll my chocolate orbs in boredom. Ma’am, I don’t care who you are, but you’re obviously not the leader here. Even if you do send me packing I’d come right back because of this Kershov guy. Although I may be disinclined to after I’ve learned of the company he keeps… Okay… I admit it. I’m going a little too far. There’s also the fact that if you step out of your little magic circle, you’re on the same low ground as I am. I shift my weight once again and ignore the numb feeling creeping into my hind pistons. Sitting is a pain… I’d rather be moving around than staying in one spot for more than a few minutes.

Boys can’t handle the likes of me. For some reason, I can understand why they can’t. My tassel sweeps across the terra, collecting dust on the end of my toffee-hued cloak. No big deal… It’s not like I’m spick and span all the time. Is that an invitation, ma’am? I pause in between my words. Whatever she decides to reply with, I’m sure it’ll be something as messed up as my own mind. After all, double meanings are only fun if the one you’re making conversation with gets it. If they can’t handle you- Then all the males you’ve met must have no balls whatsoever. She continues on after I switch the subject and spits out some words about suicide, charitable- ch… A snarl arose in my throat right then and there, though I was still listening to her other words, but making it very clear that I’m not asking for charitable-ness from the likes of her. My made-up title is practically salivated off of her tongue. I shake my palette, trying to rid myself of the sickly sweet sound. How utterly disgusting indeed. Oh and that thing about how worthless I am? Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be alive, and I would rather be drowned so that my soul would never reach paradise or heaven (whichever you believe in) or whatever destination I was bound for… but if I am ever put in a situation where I either save her ass or get hurt instead of her (believe or not, I would push anyone out of the way if it meant keeping their fur on… I’m too soft in that region), I’ll remind her just how freaking worthless I really am.

I lower my nape once she seems to not want to injure me. I’m sure she would have done it. Thoguh what made her pull back is beyond me. Her fangs had grazed my larynx, and even then, I had stood stock still, not afraid of her pearly sharp ivories. My husky voice breaks the silence that came after she addressed me yet again about getting her coat dirty. Ma’am, I didn’t come here for your useless PITY. I didn’t come here to ASK for approval of my abilities. I came here to BE a soldier. I leaned in closer to her, my maw almost brushing her own, though it was true that her perfume was so strong that it made me want to gag and regurgitate my last meal from a few nights before. If you think I’ll be scared away by the likes of you, then you’re the one whose dead wrong, HONEY. Well. She had found my own miniature snapping point with her words of charity… and had furthered my temper with her oh-so-prissiness. At least I knew that she and I were similar… otherwise we wouldn’t be butting heads.

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




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