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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In my own little twisted kingdom
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Posted on February 21, 2013 at 03:15:15 AM by i v e v

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It's been a while. And things were doing there usual perambulance in the universe, slowly molding and sculpting to their centre's needs. And this rule had suited my home's needs quite well. It was blatantly painted on the trees, in fact.

The seasons were drawing to a close, the chilly nip to the atmosphere no longer stinging the blunt of my nose. Soon, my thick jacket of ivory hairs would shed across the earth, marking the coming of new life. Not like anything new would be growing in this forest, however. Too much sin permeated the air, unremovable and definately permanant.
If only I could reach that soft glow of hope and wanting in my mind that pulsed with every step of my being, poured through every fibre of my soul. I had found it's source in the dead of the winter, upon high cliffs shrouded in dark blizzard winds. Where my new future was born, unraveling, allowing that new seed to grow inside of me. I was hopeless. If only I had the chance to maniuplate the dials of time that was life and go back to the beginning of winter, and stop this from ever happening. Stop me from planting my toes in the boundaries of Abendrot. And hinder me from meeting that wonderful, eloquent yet dangerous specimen on the slopes in the heart of a snowstorm that spelled doom for my career.
It wasn't like Abendrot had shown me hospitality, it had. In it's own sick, twisted ways, of course, but I found it easy to rest throughout the frosted moons until something stirred my from my mental hibernation. It came now the form of a call, rousing me from a drowsy state of slumber. I pushed myself to ebony paddings, relaxing my jaw enough to let a yawn quiver through the air. My pink maw still agape, I quickly observed the aromas in my periphery before pacing slowly forward. Of course I wasn't the type to easily discern my surroundings with the accuracy of some of Abendrot's finer wolves, but I could sense the gathering. In fact, the howl that had sliced the air still rung in my ears in a reality only dreams could live in. With a tacit shake of my pale, thick coat I turned my course northwards towards him.
Maybe it was appropriate now to step down from the pack, pay my respects and rejoin my former life as a solitary fae. It would be easier before I began to show the signs of pregnancy, anyways. But how would they feel about me, someone who used them only for their protection and then get knocked up by some scrawny bastard..? I would have to wait to see how this interaction would pan out before making my buisness known. Maybe this wasn't the time, and a wiser choice would be to wait till the leaves began to grow again. By then, I would probably be along far enough that previous rumours would blossom into the full truth. Unless my pregnancy was aborted. And being a healer, I knew more than enough ways for that to occur. But... what would be my next chance to continue the line of my father? Dovev would hate me.
My mind lingered on the encounter I had with one of his prisoners I had the courtesy of meeting as I moved quietly through the deserted woods. He had been hassled with young canids eager for the chance to prove their skill at healing, causing more mental damage than fixing. I bit my ebony lip to keep a soft laugh from my throat as I recalled the situation. At least there had been one who had some semblance of skill; Key. But only God knows what happened to them. The prisoner? Most likely succumbed to starvation and/or hypothermia, due to the lack of calories in his body. But maybe he had kept the tattered, souless male around for more sickening games.
The space between the tall, naked trees finally appeared in my reflective pools, and my arctic, stocky bod came to rest in motion. Standing on leaned pillars, I could only hope my naturally thick fur and smaller-set body would hide whatever signals they gave, and hopefully my perfume didn't change from it's usual scent. Cerulean orbs scanned the clearing, but my nares told me more. There was two brutes and three faes present, a small respresentation of Abendrot's mercenaries. But they were definately important as they circled and chided the wolf standing in the centre of the field, the hideous half of his visage blatantly visible.
I made my approach carefully then, banner swaying uneasily between my back flanks, audits tucked carefully away lest they be an indicator of aggression. There would be nothing more polite and demeaning than for my tongue to touch the skin under his jaw, but he seemed preoccupied enough barking out orders. So, I halted again, behind the one I came to know as Marx. It was enough to announce myself without joining the elaborate power circles the Abendrot members seemed to enjoy setting up.






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