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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Young new eyes graced the world or perhaps rather a lack there of. Blessed innocents that would surely fade and renounce itself all together over time; her name was to be Juliet, Antoinette for all those dull little formalities. As of now she was minute both in the world and in dimension, a tiny dimwitted child steadily kneading on her mothers teat, nursing along with two other siblings doing the same thing. Simple and harmless dangling over all the treachery in the world. She had no idea the sin she was conceived from and she probably never would; damned even before she stepped one little foot upon the earth. She was pure white save those eyes that would be destined to open and reveal eyes as dark as little charcoals and that fur that would soon darken into a deep crimson. She laid against the black and white fleece of her mother and whimpered slightly in the darkness of the den; let life begin.


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