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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Night Blood knew that her brother would hardly regard a boy like Darien Valentine, but the lass was fascinated by his boldness and took a step closer, a step farther from the wolf she had killed. She took yet another step closer, until she saw him press his maw into Kershov's pelt. The vixen had nothing to do with the strange boy's demeanor, and she waited for her king to play the next card in the game. It would be a little...dissapointing if he killed the boy. He seemed like a good time. Fascinating, and with the heart of an assasain in him. Perhaps this boy had potential. Perhaps he didn't. That was Kershov's choice, and choose he would. Whether it would be draining the lad's soul, or something different.

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