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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Well… it would seem that I’ve found what shakes Enigma. I blink in interest as she refuses to finish staring at whom I would come to know as Marx, unless he looked away first. Well that was just- special. My undivided attention is drawn away by the next arrival. She walks in with a fun stride, and I immediately take a liking to her. A small smirk slithers onto my kissers as she slides into the picture, turning her pretty little head over and winking in my direction. My Hershey optics sparkled a little. Oh my- wasn’t I just the ladies man today? She surprised me, though, with brave words- though it was obvious she wasn’t of the military sort… at least… not of the ramified loyal followers of the royal pain in the ass. Well well well, is there going to be some fun somewhere? Damn I like this girl. “Sorry, darling, we were waiting for you to arrive.” My tassel flicked playfully and I returned her wink after suggesting that she was the closest thing to light of the party. The next thing she did though was absolutely cliché from the girl before her. I looked away again, my interest having been drained yet again. Can you tell that I move too quickly? Must have adhd or something.

Another lass came into the entry-way, but if this were a joint (which it most certainly wasn’t- there was no way a joint could be this boring), I would have turned her around and told her she wasn’t on the guest list. Mainly because she gave me a frown. I grimaced right back at her. Damn bitch… She didn’t even know me- or what my potential was… judging by the covers gets you nowhere ‘hun. She looked torn up- not physically… though I could guess the reason as to why. Only thing that can do that to you is another soul. My grimace tightened and I forced myself to look away. No- I wasn’t going to be a puddle of shit like that and lay on the ground for everyone to trip over, mull over, or even pity. I was going to exert all my effort into doing what I wanted to do, whether or not anyone liked it was not my issue.

The next arrival had an air of total bitch princess around her. My thoughts automatically fell silent, as if they could be heard as well. I wasn’t afraid- far from it… I just felt that she was the closest thing I was getting to ‘home.’ I reveled in the feeling, and watched as she moved to Enigma and Marx, then sidled up next to the she-gargoyle who had greeted me at the border. I had caught the look she gave King Kershov after the first whore rubbed up against him like he was a scratching post. And that’s probably why I was so intrigued by the white lady. My murky orbs trickle back to the vampire standing at the head of the mosh pit and then I huffed out a sigh and lowered my dial back down to my wrists, closing my eyes and shutting out all the noise of the crowd. What? I can shut my eyes and still pay attention dammit.

| Male | Six Years | Forever Heartbroken | Loyalty to Kershov | k i k i |




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