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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Mudo was still smiling to the dirt when a brute came. Though Mudo did not look above, he could smell fresh blood. The alpha had just finished eating. Mudo thought about the last time he had eaten, which was just a few days before. Nothing a wolf couldn't survive. His head was facing the ground, yet his body was tense as he sat, his shoulders forward. The alpha spoke, and Mudo listened. So far, nothing he didn't already know. The land was called Abendrot, blah blah blah, Kershov, Monarch of this army.

Mudo could now sense the massive ice demon scanning him. Mudo felt the bleached crusader's pit-less eyes gaze into his. He did nothing to look back. Then of course, the second destination for all to see was the ruined part of his skull. After this, Mudo drifted off into his own world, knowing he would be awoken when the ice king spoke again.

Mudo though of his family. His father, the brute who killed his mother. Mudo thought of all his brothers and sisters. There had been to many to count. After a certain limit, the litters his mother had would always perish. Mudo used to be scared of all the pups, squealing and becoming cold after two to three days. Some were even born dead. But now, Mudo grinned at the deaths. His mother had been the one string keeping him sane. That string was gone now. He was free

His train of thought crashed and burned when the alpha spoke for the second time. This time, he wished for a name and why he was upon the edge of his territory. Soon after, a threat also slid from his throat. Mudo grinned at this. He loved it when words were formed to hurt or scare others, even if Mudo was always silent. But this time, Mudo was going to surprise himself and speak. Even if he could only ramble. Mudo. It means speechless. Or, if you really want to go that far, dumb. His voice was on the verge of being raspy, but it still had the liquid foundation that a poet might have. Why I'm here? To join of course. Oh, and dragging my hide to the warriors might not be such a good idea. He grinned, and for the first time, looked up. They might not survive.

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