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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A wolf, teen no less, was traveling around his territory. No wolf seemed to understand him in any way. What was the point of fighting? Shouldn't life just be fun and laughter?

His rusty paws brought him forward, shoving his rusty body forward. When you looked upon his pelt, you did not only see rust. You saw a snow covered belly, sneaking its way up to his s\cheeks, and leaking down his tail. Vivid black stripes graced their way down upon the top of his back, matching his tipped ears. One of the paws that brought him forward was matching that of his stomach, and the snow falling from the heavens. The orbs that graced his face were golden, handsomely matching his pelt.

After a while of treading, he heard a sound. Other wolves? He couldn't quite tell, and wanted a closer look. He started towards the sounds, the low murmur that could barely have been made out turned into the soft sound of ripping flesh.

As he came closer and closer, he knew that the sounds were forming into those of wolves. He was sure that they must have heard him, or smelt him by now. Him being just a few feet from a firey fae, only concealed by a bush.

Knowing that she would probably know that he was there, he whispered to her.

Hey, I don't want any trouble. He took a ste out of his hiding place. Can you get me out of here? His golden orbs were full of hoplessness. He was younger than most of the wolves here, just turning into a teen.

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