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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She would not have waited for a mere answer; she would have sprung into action, even if it had meant chewing up the herbs herself and shoving them down his throat. As a healer, who cared not who or why the one you were healing, as a healer you just did. She had grown up with this teaching and so as she began nosing through her herbs, she paid little attention to what went on around her.

As the other solider entered the crowd, she jolted to her paws. Her lip raised, but before she could so much began to snap for him to leave, his own words dripped off in a monotone, If you want to know if he’s alive, go up and check. She was about to snap out a reply when the faint sound of the injured wolf’s heart began to hammer away. She moved closer, ignoring the crimson that began to stain her legs.

At his last words she shot him a sarcastic look.”No shit. She rolled her orbs then moved her nose through her herbs. She nosed them, glancing around the musky cave. She was about to slip farther into the cave to search for cobwebs but before she could, sound came from the injured czar.

A rusty growl emitted from the frost demon’s chest and she rolled her dark orbits. She let out a loud snort and her tone took a harsher note. ”Obviously your Kershov’s playtoy. Now, dearie, tell me why I would sell my own hide to Kershov, just to kill you myself.” When the other male entered, she wanted to rip off his ears; where were all of these wolves coming from?!

She almost snapped something at the male but she allowed him to speak. She nosed a small pile of leaves. ”Feverfew, Poppy seed, Marigold, Horse tail, that’s just in case, Goldenrod, Comfrey, I don’t know just how severe our Alpha was on him; I don’t know if he broke any bones, and Nettle leaves.” She wrinkled her nose slightly.






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