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 will never Stop Fighting
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Falk howled in pain as part of his tail was ripped of.

Nobody F****** Makes me bleed my own blood!

Falk snarled. It was aj evil snarl, one of pure hatred. The second time the wolf lunged, he dropped to the ground, the other brute tumbling to the ground.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM! YOU LITTLE D*** BI***** NEED TO LAY OFF!

He snarled again. Falk was normally dangerous and cunning, but when he went into war mode... he lunged at the tumbling wolf, aiming for his neck. If he hit him, the brute would be paralyzed. If he half-missed, the brute would go off with a scar next to his eye and possibly no eye at all. If he missed, he would skid to a halt on the other side of him.

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