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 am the rain held in distain

Spying? Had that little damsel just said spying? Arsinoe twisted her scarlet head around to face Miss. Night her two toned panes curious but in the most dangerous of ways. Strange how similar it was to a viper tasting the air for it’s quarry. That was not polite at all; tsk, tsk, tsk it seemed as though no one had any manners anymore… such a shame. If she wanted to have a place to call home she was going to have to be more respectful than that… more indeed. Arsinoe found herself staring at the two, watching their sibling habits. She was the chess player he was her pawn. Funny that they called that love. Perhaps she just thought she was smarter than everybody else… god knows she’d seen enough of those. One thing was for sure if Arsinoe had know of this little fact before hand she would have been more inclined to bite rather that doddle with these little pieces of formality and charismatic introductions.

Everyone thought that they were valuable, everyone believed they were special… why did they ignore that they were disposable? Why! The ones like these two needed leaders, ones like Arsinoe. They needed to be directed and corralled, controlled and guided; it was the way! It had always been the way… it always would be. Even if our little robin thought that she was boundless the fact of the matter was that she had sold her soul along time ago. The little shard hope she held on to so dearly had been burned, ripped apart - it mattered not if she acknowledged it. She wanted to believe she couldn’t be contained… deep down she knew… she knew her spirit could be bought; she seemed to forget however it had already been given away.

Her eyes blinked as she cleared her mind, ever wondering. She watched the little nightingale and her exchange of siren songs with her king, something stirred and she felt a growl beginning to rise in that burgundy chest of hers. When she saw her form dancing around the alabaster warlord like a moth infatuated with a flame. If they make me look bad - she thought. Oh to late… She turned her head to the vixens brother and smiled; something along the lines of vicious humor tainting her sweet words. “I seemed to have forgotten the part where introductions skipped right to… that.” Her smile faltered and her eyes narrowed as she turned to look at the little raven. Really? Come now how rude, the scarred lady’s patients was wearing awfully thin. Why was it people had to be so inconsiderate with them? You hear that? That’s her tolerance breaking. “Listen doll when I brought you here I was under the impression that what I was bringing could behave, don‘t make me regret that notion.” Do you think she got the hint? Oh Arsinoe sure hoped she did.


Arsinoe


The truth is I'm ruthless I can't be contained

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