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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FROZEN MASS GRAVE
IP: 76.243.46.249
Posted on January 5, 2013 at 02:00:43 AM by KERSHOV

frozen mass grave . . . four-legged dancers


Kershov lifted his head from the stream, licking cool droplets of water from his shredded maw. One side of his muzzle had been completely shorn away, leaving ragged scars draped over the bridge of his snout and exposing a row of serrated teeth—quite terrifying to behold, but ultimately annoying to the white King. It made drinking so much more difficult than it needed to be, although he’d mastered that art of taking in water with his particular grisly handicap. Thank the gods. Releasing a contented sigh, the alabaster monster calmly turned away from his favorite water source and headed toward the border.

The first thing Ker noticed was the receding perfume of Enigma. Her musk laced through the forest, tinged faintly with the signature of an outsider. Kershov breathed deeply, trying to locate the source of the unknown scent.

Soon he ran into a green-eyed male. A new recruit?

“Greetings, stranger. I take it my Beta let you into Abendrot?” The massive snow-colored King casually altered his path until he cut directly in front of the stranger, blocking any further progress. Nothing outright aggressive ruled Ker’s body language; his tail waved high in dominance, but his icy hackles lay flat against his shoulder blades and not a trace of a snarl warped his permanently smiling face. “I mean, I assume she has. Otherwise you’d be dead. What is your name?”


.:.leader of Abendrot – lover of Queens – tied to Sil – father of none.:.




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