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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Rage seethed inside of the cardinal maidens soul. Her hatred burning relentlessly at her insides like hot coals just dieing to claw its way through to some vital outer extremity. An image was seared into the back of her mind. Its nauseating picture forever staining that tattered soul. The likeness only matched by the blood that soaked her heart; or what was left of it. She wore that pain like she wore her scars; a constant reminder of the pitiable creature she once was. The diminutive weakling she had grown to despise, the being she was no longer. She had come to that conclusion a long time ago; what ever feature that had made her so powerless before she had made it her purpose, her obsession to destroy it like it had tried so desperately to destroy her. Something made the scarlet maiden lie awake at night. Something haunted her every moment like a unremitting poltergeist. Today would be the last time she saw that repulsive visage. Today would be the day she tore it off. No longer would those dreadful memories haunt her like they had for so many years. No, today marked the end of something set in motion oh so long ago.

These were the thoughts that ran through our heroines mind as she pursued her quarry. A sanctum of meandering emotions that never even once reached her outer features. It was these thoughts of revenge and retribution that gave her the conviction she needed to carry her lacerated body through the darkness of Abendrot; it was these that made her so unimaginably lethal. Come hell or high waters the crimson miss would find him, so help her god she would make him pay. Ribbons of that ruby life fluid flowed freely from her wounds scattered over her ivory masts as she moved forward; ribbons that stained that pallid down in broad sections of flaming tresses. She ignored the throbbing pain she felt with every heave she made to breath, every step took leaving behind the prettiest of blood trails. She winced as wild branches scraped the raw scores raked down her back. Oh she would find him alright.

And find him she did.

A sickening smile dripped from her ebony lips as she caught his sent snagged on the barb of some unimportant plant but almost as soon as it appeared it vanished. Our vixen was confused as to why the beasts scent was beginning to mingle with the other inhabitants of her home but it too disappeared leaving only the vacant expression our mistress wasn’t very used to wearing. Don’t be foolish, our maiden had indeed heard her masters call but for a moment it seemed she had put her own needs above his and as of right now she couldn’t be bothered to think of that while she closed her teeth around the unsuspecting brutes jugular, she couldn’t be bothered at all. Selfishness was a terrible vice indeed and Arsinoe felt ashamed that she had let it consume her so but sometimes giving in is all you can do to keep yourself sane; little did she know though that the pressure hadn’t been enough to kill him. No, she had only tasted his blood but damn did it taste good. I doubt anyone had even really noticed what with the show Darien was giving everyone. Who would notice poor little Loki between her lips? That was the last thought she had before she let him drop. Releasing the pressure her daggers had around his throat.


A R S I N O E.
she's a dwelling place for demons & a cage for every unclean spirit
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