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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Being Kershov’s personal assassin could be tiring sometimes. My paws had a steady ache from the constantly traveling I had done. Yet, here I was back in the warm embrace of Abendrot. Mt coat its normal unkept self. Looking a complete hot mess and my chest and ivory legs tainted with a deep russet color. At first glance it may have looked like mud, but in actuality it was blood of other wolves. Yes, wolves as in plural. My declaration had been carried out successful and here I returned back to my home with a job well done. My swift placed paws carried my limber frame easily across the lush terrain. I sniffed the air and my auds caught the lyrics of many different wolves. Ahh, a meeting. A slight crease formed at the corner of my lips as a smirk played along my blackened lined tiers. I picked up my pace slowly but surely to a swift jog as I moved through the forest that is dubbed Abendrot.

As I came into the clearing, a lot of wolves I didn’t know but some I could place. My eyes caught those of Kershov and I gave a slight nod to him as I ducked through the crowd to move towards Enigma and Marx. I was moving pretty quietly and my scent was probably completely off. My deep emeralds pulled up back towards Keshov as a young fae moved around him like a cat. She didn’t hold her-self of any rank but rubbed up and down him like a fox in heat. I raised my lip slightly in disgust. I glanced back at Kershov giving him a look that he should know all too well give me a cue and I’ll rip the life from her body. And I would, that was my job title, to be his personal killer. When would these girls realize the king didn’t seem to want anything from the fae’s in this pack, at least any that I had seen? I was sure Kershov could handle the little pest, if that was even what she was to him, but just in case he didn’t want to deal with the light work I wanted him to know I would be more than glad to take care of it for him. As I pushed up to Enigma and Marx my voice was low but still its sultry tone, directed toward.

Did you miss me?

I couldn’t help but smile at her as I pulled my brilliant emeralds from Kershov back to her beautiful masked face. I had a received another scar along my journey and it was fresh. It ran from the over the top of my left eye down to my cheek bone on the same side. It curved slightly, showing it was clearly from a tooth. I grinned at her and then gave a slight nod at Marx who was close by.

I feel like I don’t know anyone..it’s weird. Long missions suck.

I said in a very hushed voice, so no one else could hear but maybe the three of us.



Kershov came first, for no matter what I was his solider and protector of this pack and my kind.





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