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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we're two steps from hell; Ithilwen your assignment
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She still remembers the day that she bared witness the gruesome scene. She remember the way that fire burned through her veins consuming her alive from the inside out. When he had taken their lives he took a part of her own with him; now he watched the world burn from the depths of hell while she burned alive right there on the sand, consumed by everything that she once was.

She too had died that day.
But unlike him she had conquered death.

Because as she burned she still lived and it made her stronger than she could have ever imagined before. Because that day was the last day that she truly allowed herself to feel. She had once been a slave to her own emotions, bound tightly by the chains of love and what was right and wrong. Now she saw things as they were, clearly and not diluted with petty ethics and godforsaken principles. She was the very embodiment of control. Now she had so much more to gain, for there was little left to hold her back. Once she would have hesitated in taking a life, now she knew that the world didn’t care how kind or sympathetic you were; now she knew that right and wrong were just fables, myths. Evil? Everyone was evil. Life was evil.

The same needs that burned in his chest ignited her own once again. It wasn’t over. Not yet. The stagnate life she has been living does not suit her; she has always know this. In some strange way she had always been waiting for him; he was the catalyst that she so desperately needed. She knew that the pieces would fall together much more easily now. The stagnancy was no longer senseless. It was preparing her for something more - something greater. No longer would she be bound by her hatred for him, she had not hesitated this time. She wasn’t weak anymore… she had taken his life like he had taken hers that fateful day. No mercy, no kindness, no compassion. She gave him the same wicked treatment he had given her; they were even.

The debt had been repaid.

The crimson bird stood there thinking all of this while waiting for a engagement that was long overdue. Vacantly standing waiting for her new assessment to arrive; Ithilwen. She assumed it wouldn't take long because of the invitation she had given her earlier but with every second that ticked by the fatals duo-toned orbs narrowed and slowly she began docking points. She was sincerely hopping for both their sakes she wouldn’t be to disappointed. And then like that she heard something; her sharp eyes darted upwards and a hint of a vicious smile laced her visage.
"Glad to see you could make it madam Ivy, where should we begin?"
What she didnt say was that she already had a pretty good idea.


A R S I N O E.
she's a dwelling place for demons & a cage for every unclean spirit
eternal. everlasting. velvety disciple of kershov.



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