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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I smell the pregnant girl as she steps up to the borders, her perfume mixed with that of her unborn children. It's a ripe smell of estrus and blood, not the sweetest perfume on any female. When I smell Burning Chaos approaching her, I turn back to border patrol, sure that he can handle it. A few minutes go by without incident until his call rings out, calling for me or Kershov. My lips curl back, teeth showing in irritation. What now? Did the harmless girl get the drop on him or something? Shaking my head, I turn toward the border, ready to chew his ear off for bothering me and then I'll take care of the girl.

As I get near, the intoxicating cologne of Kershov meets my nostrils. My ears prick forward, tail swaying behind me. Oh good, the king is handling it. I get close enough to spy, peering through the bushes to see what I can see. Kershov asks the female about her reasonings for coming here in her condition. He, too, seems a little disappointed in Chaos but he only tells him to stand down, that he did a good job. I start to turn to go, sure that Kershov can handle it from here but I flick a lone ear back to hear what the female says anyway. I'm always curious of what line they'll come up with to impress the ice king.

She starts off the same as all the others, putting down the other packs, calling them weak. She adds on a silky compliment, calling Kershov strong. I can't help but chuckle under my breath, rolling my eyes as I start walking away. I can still hear her as I walk, talking about the big cruel world now and training for her pups. Like that's our problem. We're not babysitters or educators.

But her next words stop me in my tracks. He voice takes on a different tone, something more sweet, more dangerous. When I hear the name of Kershov's enemy, A growl rips from my throat and before I know it, I'm turning on my heels to race back to the border. I launch out of the bushes, slamming to the ground right in front of Snow Queen, my jaws snapping just inches from her face. I pierce her with dual toned eyes, glaring into her own, my lips curled back, hackles raised. My tail swishes dangerously behind me as my low deadly voice drips from salivating jaws. You don't seem to understand where you are, cupcake. You see, we don't take kindly to threats here. Congratulations, you just sealed your fate. I turn my head just a little now, one emerald green eye turning toward Kershov, my brow arching up. What do you say? Think she'd make a nice prisoner? My lips tighten back, revealing a full set of chompers in a sarcasatic grin.

I curve around her body, brushing against her fur, daring her to snap at me. Pregnant or no, I will put her in her place. Serves her right for thinking she can just barge in here and give the orders. I think not. Once I'm behind her, my body squares up, blocking her escape. She's the vulnerable one here, not me. If she knows what's good for her and her unborn cubs, she'll cooperate. Any defiance will only make her punishment worse.



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