<small> but its not too late </small> its never too late

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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but its not too late its never too late
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Posted on October 27, 2012 at 11:25:41 PM by Marx

Paw steps, so soft and tender, was someone sneaking up on him. He didn�t care much until the masked fae stepped out, sat down and by the time she was giving cheek, he had rolled onto his stomach, but didn�t bother to raise himself to her height. He tilted his head to the opposite angle she did and let his features smile and he rolled his eyes for good measure. Okay, she had caught him letting off a little steam in a different form. Most would go find a nice haul at Romance River, but that place sickened him to no end. Lovers everywhere, in love. How could they know, how could you look at a fae and simply say it, without considering the consequences. Marx sort of felt like pushing himself further down in the grasses and sleeping, Pretending she wasn�t there, but instead his eyes refused to stop drinking in her beauty. It was like he couldn�t help himself, however, that shouldn�t be foreign to her.

Not all males need a kill or a fae to let off steam. I think you�ll find it quite enjoyable, yourself.

A statement that held a hidden question, he penetrated her stare, those slate, cold orbs showing warmth and had a butter-couldn�t-melt quality to them at the moment. Marx smiled and gave a few wags of his tail and rolled around once and snapped at a couple of blades that puffed their seeds into the air, showing a breeze that almost wasn�t there. After that he stayed still, wondering if she would simply sit there and watch him or truly join in on some light hearted fun. The guilt that weighed him down since he had come back welled into his chest and sat there like a black tar in his lungs. They burned and he wondered if guilt could make you physically ill. He finally turned his orbs away fro, hers, realizing he had completely lost his exposure and remained looking at his paws.

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