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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Falk tries in earnest to dodge my teeth but there's only so many ways he can move his body. I continue the attacks, snarling between my teeth. He might think I'm only trying to drive him away from Abendrot but he would be wrong. I plan to kill him right here and now as penance for what he did.

When he goes for my chest, I bring a fore paw up to slash my claws across his muzzle, feeling his teeth graze across my chest as I pull to the side. He aims for my back next and I jump to the side, rearing up on my back legs to dive onto his spine now, my teeth aiming to grab the center of his spine and shake till I paralyze the fool. He yells at me and I laugh in response. You've already done the crime, now you pay the fine...with your blood.

Even as I jump back from my latest attack, I see a flurry of motion and even as I spin around with another snarl to face my new assailant, my eyes widen slightly in surprise to see Ruhani leaping at Falk to pin him to the ground. She yells at him about hurting an Abendrot soldier and I snarl again, coming closer. When she turns to me, asking me to hear him out, I cut her off with another snarl. He doesn't deserve such mercy, especially from you. He raped you, Ruhani. He took your virtue, your freedom. He is a criminal to the pack and he won't get a trial. He'll only get death. You know this.

I watch her as she walks away, I close in on Falk again, ready to attack if he takes one step in any direction. Falk starts yabbering like an idiot then and my snarls grow more impatient. You fool! You are not Abendrot material. You are beneath us and the only way you're getting in is in pieces. You are a marked wolf, a dead man walking. Abendrot spits on wolves like you. Even as he rolls over onto his spine, I go to jump for his jugular again, ignoring Ruhani's yells about reasoning. Perhaps she has forgotten what this wolf has done to her but no one else will. Maybe she's a fool too.

Even as I coil my back legs to launch, a flash of white tells me that Kershov has arrived. I inhale his deep cologne and ready for him to back me up but then he gives the command to stand down and I stop myself in mid launch, skidding to a halt to stare back at him in disbelief, my dual toned eyes singing with fire. None the less, I bow my head to him and listen as he tells Falk that his corpse is the only way to forgiveness.

He turns to Ruhani, telling her that his fate is in her hands. I curl back my lips in a silent snarl but not a sound escapes me. I lick my lips, tasting Falk's blood and I tell myself that it should be staining the earth by now. Yet Kershov gives the decision to a girl who doesn't know what she wants, a girl who is still traumatized from what this beast did to her. And I can see in her eyes that she thinks she has come to care for the beast on his spine. The thought makes me want to spit on the ground but I hold it back out of respect to Kershov. You'd better believe we will have words on this though.



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