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 killed the mockingbird
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I didn’t move from my postion even when mr. bitch King decided to speak up. Damn. Now that I wasn’t paying attention, things were starting to pick up more quickly. The white femme who had come in with a bottle of fun had poked fun at a wolf that had dragged herself in. Guessing from the way she sounded, she was hurt. One of my chocolate gazers flicked halfway open and I took in the view of who I guessed was the one called ‘Lolani. Not that I would know- I was just listening. Invisible brows furrowing in a sense of wonder at what could have done that to her, I close my optic again and readjust myself so that I’m in a more comfortable position. I don’t know her. And even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to show empathy for her anyway. That, sympathy, or compassion. I was sick of giving seemingly delicate females attention. I couldn’t handle her without getting her killed so this was no different. If you didn’t want to get hurt, don’t go out in the first place. Simple as that.

A newcomer arrives. I don’t even care to open my stars as her weight thumps into the ground. Clumsy little… Just as long as she didn’t bother me, I was totally fine with her eating the dirt. This is finally when Kershov decides to speak. He jests at me for a moment, and I show my distaste with a sharp slice through the atmosphere with my tan banner. No words are needed for my arrival. Next, he greets the girly named one, Loki, and demands him to show some throat. Eyelids click open and horizons watch intently as the boy takes a shorter time struggling with whether or not he wants to hold his pride. What a fucking chicken… he submits without a seconds hesitation after he’s made up his mind and I narrow my earthy watchers in distaste.

Next, he speaks to Lucifer… Luci I’m hooome… oh boy. I was going to have fun with that guy. And after suggesting the option of showing his tummy to the world- the pallid regal spoke Marx’s name… but that was it. I don’t like poking my nose in places where it doesn’t belong… but the little thing between Enigma, Marx, and Kershov is getting me interested. Some juicy shit right there. But my interest dropped as Ker decided to tell the little whore that had been the first one to wrap around him (firecrest) to go sit with one of the new males. My shoulders flexed and I half-heartedly raised my lips to show my row of daggers. Basically meaning: you come sit by me and I swear to the Gods you’ll be losing more than just a nail. He then directs his lyrics to the pallid femme who was a little too outgoing for her own good. His mug wraps around her and he sends her catapulting away from him. Well damn.

Deadly Mamba? Who would name their offspring deadly? My dial turns to look in the direction the King’s own stargazers are pointing towards and I can only guess that it’s the new pale femme that came up to Enigma. It’s an understatement to say that I’m interested. It won’t show itself on my palette- heavens no, but this Mamba seems to have more under her belt than she looks. Even if her poison ivy gaze is already suggesting that she can hold her own in battle… A perfume approaches close to me and I instantly raise my hackles. Did she not get the fucking look I gave- a quiet voice erupts from the femme. Molly…? I don’t know miss Mol… I don’t think you’re quite cut out for the area you’re in. Her quietness though sends my heart to the meat fridge. Chocolate orbs midlly widen in what would seem to be fright. Keep her the hell away from me.

Thankfully bitch face Kershov decides to put her in a position where she’s closer to him than she is to me. Then- my heart began to beat once more. I don’t want to be near her again… not at all. I didn’t catch the rest and honestly, it would have taken too much trouble to run everyone’s movements through my head. This was no damn pack… this was indeed an army camp. I did, however catch a look from Loki. My audettes twitched back and I sneered in his direction. If miss lady wants to go, then hell, I’ll take him on. I haven’t had a good spar in a while.


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




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