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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OOC: I'm so happy. I have so much muse I'm going to explode!

IC: Night Blood could see the potential in the king. Kershov. Even the sound his name made a chill run down her spine. Just by looking at his ivory pelt and his onyx, hollow eyes, she knew what he wanted. He wanted to sink his teeth into some poor wolf's neck--not that she pitied it. The wolf Kershov craved to eliminate should be satisfied to want to be killed by such a kingly wolf. It would be such an honor for him to let the blood drain from the wolf....

Suddenly, a name crossed her mind.Tamlin. That was the Alpha of the rival pack. Bright Moon, wasn't it? Night Blood wasn't stupid. If she uttered either name in Kershov's presence, she would be slaughtered mercilessly. Her brother wasn't smart enough to realize this pack was about more than blood. It was about power, strategy, demise. Oh, she loved that word. Her brother craved blood, she craved slaughter. The ruthless game of tearing into flesh, destroying the life-giving artery, a slow death, wracked with pain and agony.....

This time, her brother nudged her as he had already succumbed to his obsession. Night Blood shook her head softly and her eyes flitted open. She nodded at the king, understanding him. Burning Chaos looked at her in confusion, then simply gave a tiny nod. He knew that her sister spied on Abendrot and Bright Moon from time to time, and she understood Kershov already. She perhaps even knew him. But he didn't know her. At least, not yet. Burning Chaos stared at the puddles of savory wolf blood and the lovely scratches on the trees that told him, 'Welcome home.' He grinned insanely and watched his sister step up to Kershov. "I find we may be valuable, sir." She told him respectfully. "My brother, a fighter and executioner, if the need comes. Me, a fighter and a spy." They sat down simultaniously and awaited their king's orders.

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