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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The girl was young but not in the ways of the world, and not from what one would attain from a quick glance at her pallid form. How long had it been since she had last seen her home? breathed that beautiful perilous perfume into her lungs. From the looks of it far, far to long. She was thin. Not in the lean and sinewy way she had been when she left but now instead anemic and unhealthily feeble. Bones protruded out from underneath her glacial coat. Jutting ribs and hip bones showed just how poor of condition she was in underneath her thickening colorless robes. With winter setting in the lass’s hide had begun to fluffen up in an attempt to gain as much insulation as possible. This however didn’t hide the fact she was in no position to be traveling or well… not much of anything for that matter. Definitely not sound enough to be expecting that’s for sure but it wasn’t like that had been her decision in the first place now had it?

The dove found herself walking alone once more beneath the cold midnight sky. The moon giving forth that familiar eerie radiance to the stony earth below. A radiance she knew only to well. How was it that someone could find themselves so alone in this world? It would have served her well if she hadn’t left her home at all… children however have a keen knack for not doing the things that they should. Funny really, she had left these walls in hope of finding something more, something worth living for. Not just a mother who couldn’t stand the sight of her own kin, not just a knowing that she would never be able to live up to her siblings. Instead however she found an even greater emptiness than what she had left with. She could however find no trace of Serpentine or Black Whole anywhere…. not even her mother Mae seemed to grace her nares. Perhaps she would finally be able to make something of herself now. Maybe she could stop disappointing everyone she met…

The temperature began to drop more and more rapidly, and with her muscles cramped from the hours of motionless they’d endured she decided to cut her journey short. No use wandering around, searching for a purpose that wasn’t there to find. Tall white stilts carried the damsel off into some long forgotten cavern buried somewhere within the packlands fence, amongst a great deal of trees. Their spindly fingers all bare because of the winter. Once there, cradled by the sweet darkness she simply slumped into the frozen floor of the cave. Tiredly curling up and laying her delicate head on her forepaws, shyly flicked her audettes against her crown once again. Closing her eyes the poor girl finally welcomed sleep... or death, which ever happened to show up first



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