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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Her mind was racing in time faster than her body as she continue the long strides that would take her to Abendrot's borders. Determination thrummed in her chest: She would become a member of Abendrot, or die trying. Failure was for weaklings, wolves who didn't know how to find something they wanted, and to work for it.

The russet she-wolf had hardly had an easy life. Abandoned by her father, her mother dying and her sisters betrayal all crashing down on her at a young age, Aerten had become what wolves had called cold. Cruel. Even on the occasion, evil. This had just caused a soft bark of laughter from the female. She was realistic. The world they lived in wasn't a pretty place, and only the strongest would survive. Her thoughts momentarily lingered on another female she met during her travels; A perfect example of an idealistic fool, who had gone on to join one of the lesser packs. Aerten didn't care much about those packs though, unless it was because she was ripping into their flea-ridden pelts.

As she neared the border, her nose twitched with interest. Why, hello, hello...Now what had Saw Tooth members been doing here? Her kissers curled in disgust. Oh, she had her suspicions about this, and first chance she got she'd slip the idea to the alpha of these lands. She had "observed" the other packs, and knew exactly what was happening here. That was what she did. Snatch any information she could find, then piece together the bigger picture. From there, she could formulate her own plan, one that'd bring the offender to their pathetic knees.

Slowing to a stop outside the border, she sat on her haunches, her face kept carefully neutral. This was it. Throwing back her head she howled lowly to either the alpha or any other high-ranking member.

Time to prove her worth.

||Aerten||Packless||Mateless||Pupless||Age:3||OOC:PixieEclipse||



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