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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AVIIAS



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An ivory fae trots through the forest, her captivating icy eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The moon's light shines on her flowing glossy coat but her paws make no sound as she silently skirts this old, familiar territory. She is strong and wise, fast and quick witted. She knows the ways of this unforgiving world, and uses this knowledge to the best of her ability. She goes by the name of Aviias, one that would send shivers down the spines of many in her old homeland of Abendrot. They were a clan of unbeatable and ingenious, yet loyal and effectively intimidating varg. They were a wolf pack built on evil deceit; the very top pack in the area. Yes, they may have been the ideal pack for her, but she never felt welcome. She knew goodbye meant a second chance at the life she never would have had if she stayed as she was; so she fled. Yet, after a year roaming alone, she was led back here to this place, Abendrot, a place that apparently couldn't keep her away. It was, after all, her true home - whether it felt like it or not. It was the only bad-ass-enough pack that she was absolutely certain could handle her 'fight to live, live to fight' attitude. Come what may with hell to pay - and Kershov would certainly put her through hell for this - she was making her way back.

Upon her arrival she raises her muzzle and lets loose an eerie howl. Her melody slides up the scales to a high pitch, ringing through the forest, carried on the wind to the ears of her previous king. Her voice is strangely familiar, dominant and controlling per usual. As her song fades out Aviias lowers her cream-colored haunches and awaits the approach of the ruler that reigns in these strange woods; the one she would swear to follow and protect for as long as she were to live. She was now willing to fall under the control of the great king Kershov once again. For she had already left once, but with her return she would only leave Abendrot a second time if death wished it so.



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//I'VE CHASED DOWN ALL MY DEMONS\\
//LET'S SEE YOU DO THE SAME\\








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