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 burgundy hued marionette found herself drawn to the scent of new life and a hint of surprise tainted her otherwise vacant maw. One of their own had given birth. Arsinoe felt a pang in her chest as she remembered her own pups; the joy she felt when she had first seen them, how happy she had been, the love that she had felt before her glass heart had been shattered… It seemed like oh so long ago now, but then her mismatched orbs narrowed. She realized something else, hidden beneath the new found scent of labor was the mark of something vile. A traitor had found their way over Abendrot’s fence, a rapist from what she had come to understand. The Delta’s ebon laced ears dropped in agitation but her features remained impervious as she crossed the threshold into the cave. She would speak to Ruhani about this but now was certainly not the time, now was the time to congratulate the new mother.

The esses ebon lips parted into a smile and she spoke fondly to the young lass, only her scars betraying the hostility that lay dormant beneath her now warm façade. “Miss Ruhani it has been a while, best wishes for your new family; though I do apologize. The ends don’t always justify the means.” The resilience in her silver and gold eyes gave way, if only enough to illustrate the meaning behind those words. It was absolutely unacceptable what had taken place recently and it would not go unpunished. Arsinoe wanted her to know that these pups in and of themselves were not heinous even if the act that had created them had been, and with that she let her steady gaze drop to the four little tufts of fur lying on the ground.

“They will make fine little warriors one day, such as you have. When the time comes and if they so desire, any of them will be accepted with open arms.” She of course meant that she herself would see to it the received the best instruction if any of them chose to be an emissary. Then she let her duo-toned gaze wonder to each wolf around the room both of whom she greeted with a nod, Ithilwen of course caught her attention most. She directed her next set of words on the young spy, her features remaining gentle. “Ivy, I wish to see you later. Make time.” Her words spoke legions even if the others failed to pick it all up. Arsinoe wanted to assess the young spy for herself. Even though the girl was already a fine spy she needed some tuning and that rested on her shoulders. It was Arsinoe’s job to make her perfect and really Ithilwen showed genuine promise; there was nothing that Arsinoe liked more than promise. “Oh I almost forgot - Rue, don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment.” With that the crimson lass exited the cave sincerely hoping that the fae understood those dangerous words.


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