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 looked down at Pal- I mean Taylor, as she called herself. She was small, but she had spirit that couldn’t be denied. She brought back so many memories of who I used to be. Not a dashing prince of darkness as I am now, but more cool than cold, a comforting shadow. Perhaps I was a little reclusive, but now I know wolves who are more my style. Most importantly, I had severed all connections to my so-called brother. He had seen the pups a few times. A few too many. I had learned to hoard anything that I enjoyed. It was for the better. You never lost it. The way I lost Arsione.
What am I saying? I gave Arsione up. I never lost her, and I don’t miss her. I had been perturbed when she began thrashing around but suffering strengthens. All wolves should welcome it, I mean to bring it readily to any who approach me. Including this Taylor.
She ordered me to leave.“Get out? I hurt her? That’s cute.” I made a move to swipe her over the head. “You obviously haven’t experienced enough adversity to know how it strengthens you, and takes over your life. It’s like a narcotic, you can’t get away from it, an you know that it helps and you feel it surging through your veins. I have helped Arsione more than you ever could, so go back to your den like she told you. I’m twice the size of you and you tell me what to do?” I snarled and brought my head down to eye level. “I think that if anybody should get out, it’s you. Get lost.” My voice lowers, becoming threatening. “Now.” It’s a command. Now it’s up to her to obey.


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