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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Chaos Reigns in This World of Terror(W.I.P)
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He was a forceful brute, one of power, yet one of solitude. He drank the blood of his brethren, yet he was in a place where none feared him. This did not dissapoint the cunning man like others would be dissapointed. As long as he fought, as long as he saw the liquid so valuable to him that he would throw himself off a cliff to get. If he was stupid enough to throw himself off a cliff. He wasn't mind you! Yet, he was clever enough to convince someone else to throw themselves off a cliff. ;) That was the strange thing about Burning Chaos--well, there were many strange things about this black and blood brute. Do I really have to make a list, or will I just move on?

Those blood and black paws maneuvered the large body very clumsily, like a drunken man's feet carry him from a bar. True blood stained his muzzle, which meant he had killed someone. The brute even had scars to prove it, with the tiniest nicks in his pelt. His mother would have made a great fuss of it, but his father would give him a stinging slap on the back with a loud, "Son, you're becoming a man now!" And then the laugh would erupt from the crimson maw. It would be silenced by feminine yellow eyes, and a brawl would erupt. Flaring nostrils and lips drawn back into a snarl, slashes to and fro. Then, like what happened before, the black figure would slump to the ground with a gash in her throat. Burning Chaos, as a cute little pup, would taste the blood peeping from her neck, and then everything would change. Can I tell you a secret? That's what really happened.

You see, Burning Chaos was always bloodthirsty, violent, and as lazy as a rock. But, after the incident, he was insane, more bloodthirsty, and more violent!

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