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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Posted on October 26, 2012 at 11:40:46 PM by [ k e y ]



[ for those who don't know him... memorize the sight...it just might be your last.
Appearance: Key is a stormy gray, save for his 'identification' as he calls it. A darkening of his "loose ends" (paws, tip of the tail, spinal cord, edge of ears, edge of nose) fade into a barely noticable different shade of gray... There are a few other choice markings but they are not large enough to pull into view. On the tips of every single hair on his body, he is cloaked with a soft blanket of creamish white. It is translucent enough that it shows the ashen coloring underneath... but it also gives him a ghostly appearance. His optics are a lighter stormy gray color (much more bleached than his pelt), with electric blue waves bouncing around in them... what a beauty he would have been had he been born a "she" no?
Personality: Key talks weird. "He is formal, and does not like to use pauses in his words." He will not answer certain questions for any reasoning of his own (which he tends to never share) and he also has a sense of introvercy within him. However, he is not afraid to show the things he enjoys... and because of this, his personality is, needless to say, one of a kind.]



Key was of the unnaturally beautiful kind. His appearance was something for him to be proud of. But it would seem that he was blind to these trivial matters such as that of beauty or a certain degree of handsome-ness. So blind was he in having such wonderful features… eh was still a virgin. Passing on a bloodline was of no concern to him. But because of this, Key was also seen as stuck-up at times, for others did not understand his strange way of seeing the world. He did not over-analyze it, nor did he question every reason as to why things were the way they were. Rather, he had an overly open mind, and could understand…no, process (as a better term), the reasons as to why or how others saw things the way they did. He would look at an exotic flower, for instance… and instead of thinking, “plant,” or “flower,” or even “I am better,” unconsciously, he was able to see it as another living thing that deserved to be tended for carefully. However, Key was no pacifist or peace-keeper. He was not the one who ran to his death with muscles churning, either. Key sat on the fence for most decisions, and near the end of a debate, he would join with the “winning” side and let himself be viewed in that way. Sometimes this led him to be thought of as a hypocrite, but Key was unwilling to give this unique quality of his up. He was a free spirit, and had not yet met the one of who would be able to live symbiotically with him like the Yin does the Yang.

Rumor that a prestigious pack had just allowed… well, started to give healers a name had been passing around for a few suns now. When it finally reached Key’s uniquely colored eavesdroppers, he automatically started up his pistons to lead him to this place. Abendrot. Even now, as his strangely hued pillars struck against the Earth, he rewound and replayed the facts he’d picked up from others about the territory and the way it was run in general. Almost army was the closest term the vampire had been able to come up with so far that best described the group and its members. No expression managed to reveal itself upon the stranger’s palette, not even a hint of curiousity for what was to be truth and what was to be found as dirty lies, or merely just rumors that had been born as tales to tell the pup’s when they would no longer listen to the myths and legends of Tor, Fenris and their nemesis, Wolfbane. In any case, this barely had anything to do with the reason as to why Key was now travelling in that direction. A job offer- now that was the true reason. Something to keep him busy and away from trouble. A healer, yes… Key could be classified as such. But he could also be labeled as a killer who became overjoyed when blood rained down from the skies… A swift leap over a fallen tree displayed just what the lean varg was underneath his thickening cloak. With winter on her way, the fellow’s derma had begun to fluffen itself up, an attempt to gain as much insulation as possible before the first frost set in and pelt’s were rendered as blankets more than a fashion. On the tundra’s surface, Key was able to land safely and he continued along, his skinny and lanky structure casting a long shadow upon the terra as the sun began to descend on the horizon line. Key was quite small for his age and gender. Instead of a male, he looked more like a female... this was most likely because he was born the last of a set of triplets... and each of the trio had had their own oddities. (Alas, this is another story of its own, and will not be shared with prying eyes that merely wish to gain a little fuel for gossip).


Arriving at the territory line that marked family from stranger, the joker stopped, his talons barely brushing the edge of the scent from Abendrot’s infamous “Ice” King. Stormy gray optics, with kisses of icy blue, swept over the area, taking in the trees that had begun to lose their leaves, and the landscape. A military, indeed… Key hesitated a moment, and then lowered his rump to the earth, allowing gravity to do its job. He would not yell. He would not scream. Key was far too modest and quiet… almost an introvert, yet not quite, for that. A small smile crept slowly up onto his kissers and he allowed himself to relax. He had not intruded upon their land, and would not be punished as a criminal for merely seating himself right behind the lines of the borders. His fairytale audettes swiveled back and forth, picking up on life from all around. The call of a bird as it flew south for the approaching winter… the leaves rustling on the ground… the wind hissing in his domes… everything had a life to it. And that life was what steered others into their fate… yes. Key believed it.



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