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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The unfamiliar scent has me tracking it toward the borders at a gentle lope. My approach is silent as I wind my way through the trees of Abendrot, silky white fur shining, the only thing marring my appearance the deathly black mask that paints the fur around my eyes. My dual toned eyes, one emerald green, one ocean blue, take in the surroundings, knowing them well by heart by now. My tail arches proudly over my back, showin gmy rank of Beta, also called General in this army pack. Kershov is my king and my alpha, the only wolf I bow down to and I like it that way.

I try not to think about the many things bothering me. Things like Marx being such a crual prick with his new shiny rank and the group that he now orders around. How awesome for him but I'm still top dog over him and that's the way it should be. He's a traitor in my opinion. He left Abendrot without a word, left me. Sure, we didn't have anything official but he ruined any chance of that too. At least Kershov keeps my attention.

I would never try for the power of alphess. I don't need it. I like it just fine being a Beta. It's what I'm good at. And yet Kershov's cold exterior and hint of humor keeps me coming back for more. He has quite the personality and I want to get to know him better. I'm sure lots of other girls have said the same but they're not me. I don't want him for his power, for his mystery, for the grandness of being on his arm. I want him for who he is inside, the tundra leader, the gangster, the outlaw who goes by no one's rules but his own. I want him because my body yearns for some well overdue attention and I'm not getting it.

I get closer to the wolf and take a moment to slow down and check her out. She's slender and feminine, alright, a real head turner but she doesn't look like his type, not that I think Kershov really has a type. I've been showing quite the jealous streak lately, what with the incident with Starship earlier. I need to tone that down some. Who am I to act so jealous? That's never been in my resume. I'm indifferent and it needs to go back to that. The girl at the borders has dark red fur, blending in well with the darkness all around her so the only thing that stands out is her bright blue eyes. She looks ambitious, expectant. Too bad I'll have to rain on her parade, first.

I stroll out of the bushes, flicking my tail as I stop before her. Welcome to Abendrot. I'm Enigma, Beta female of Abendrot and General of Kershov's army. Roll on your spine and tell me your name, wolf. My face is a facade of no emotion, eyes gleaming mysteriously as I wait for her to react.



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