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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frozen mass grave . . . four-legged dancers


Kershov heard Ruhani’s howl from the other end of Abendrot, close to the river that divided his territory with the rest of the land. He lifted his tattered muzzle from the glistening water, licking any last droplets from his shorn velvet curtains, before turning and breaking into an easy lope. Unfortunately, the Snow King hadn’t had much time to properly speak with the young spy; he had planned to debrief her after the Falk fiasco, and for some reason never got the chance. Those new children of hers kept her ridiculously busy . . .

With a gorgeous contraction of muscles Kershov leapt over the rotting remains of a fallen log. His face tightened in irritation. I forgot . . . the pups . . . His thoughts drudged up countless images of that horrid little yammering creature Truffle, or whatever-her-name-was. Few things would give the arctic dragon greater pleasure than ripping the tongue out of that enraging creature. Still scowling, the white beast galloped into the brilliant openness of a clearing, where Ru and her huge family awaited.

Ker made no attempt to hide the disgust on his face as he watched the hyper pup tumble around with the rest of the brood. I only hope the rest aren’t so . . . annoying. Slicing his dark stare back to Ruhani, Kershov wagged his tail in greeting. “I believe congratulations are in order, Madame Ruhani. You have a fine litter. I’m sure they will all grow up to greatly benefit the pack—just like their mother.”


.:.leader of Abendrot – lover of no one – father of none.:.




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