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 smirk crossed his features as Kershov arrived--oh, the wretched girl would get it--but, he went obediently in a submissive posture, nodding when his king told him to stand down. He should have been punished, but he wouldn't object; he had done well for a first time, hadn't he? After all, he still was a new soldier. So, he got up and dipped his head, slinking into the shadows as Enigma arrived. Rage powered his steps, and he severely wanted to lunge for Snow Queen's throat right then. Was she trying to bribe Kershov and Enigma? That little-- His thoughts were interrupted by Enigma's voice, but he ignored it. Now it wasn't his duty, and the vampiric lad soon lost interest in the situation. He hoped she would be crushed into smithereens, at Kershov or Enigma's paws. The very thought brought a petite smile to his face as he vanished in the shadows; the graceful-looking white fae, a mere corpse on the bloodied ground, filled with pups that would never come. The red liquid would drain from her limp form, and he would indulge in it. Burning Chaos wondered how her blood would taste, and he hoped he'd take part in any execution involving her.


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