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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Step for step, eight paws matched each other as the call of the pack rang out. One set belonged to a large black and blood-red wolf, a male. Very smart. An insane. And the other one was a somewhat smaller, slender one with the same pelt, but a female. Deadly. Less insane. They were related, you could easily tell, but were extremely different at the same time. Their banners waved in the air as they trotted, one behind the other, then watching their ivory king, patiently waiting for his announcement.

Burning Chaos only longed for one thing in his life: blood. He was infatuated with the sweet tang of the life-giving liquid, with the sound it made when dripping against the floor. You could say that he was vampiric, which he was a bit of. He ate other things, because he knew he would starve if he didn't. He was not stupid, not at all. But he was absolutely crazy. Watch out, he can go from soft mode to slaughter mode in an instant. The insane varg had a glint in his bright yellow eyes as he waited, almost absolutely still.

Night Blood also had an obsession. It was not as extreme as her brother's, but she craved slaughter. The ruthless game that involved sometimes an entire nation against one, where limbs are ripped apart, where death is slow and painful.. She loved watching it; even better, being a part of it. It was entrancing, entertaining, magnificent. Night Blood had the power to perform it, since watching has made her learn so much. If you watch your back, you might not have teeth in your neck. She looked a little innocent, though, as she sat next to her brother, matching his set of eyes, looking as though she was a statue carved out of stone. They were both equals, and if anybody had anything to say to deny it, well..They would regret their decision.

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