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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The fae’s ears immediately shot up at the sound of a wolf approaching. It was quiet, but nonetheless, her ears could pick it out. It’s scent was strongly of Abendrot, but it didn’t bug her, because she’d hopefully be living with it soon. The brute looked very much like her, except she had that gray pattern to her along with the white. Seeing the way he carried himself, she had no doubt that he was the alpha. You could see many scars through his fur, but all great warriors had a collection of those. Winn Dixie had gathered barely any. He seemed to be quite polite right away, not greeting her with the fierce hostility some packs did. But Winn knew one wrong word, one wrong move would bring that alpha on top of her. She was on the ground almost right after he appeared, flattened on her back, ears flat against her head. Winn Dixie.

She said with a polite tone that matched his. She was just as curious as he. What secrets were contained behind that sacred line, the border? No, she wasn’t joining as a spy, or just being flat-out nosy, she wanted to be a warrior. An Abendrot warrior. Or spy, or assassin. But it didn’t really matter, the smell of blood got her adrenalin pumping. She looked into the brute’s eyes. There was a perfume of another fae, a whole other pack. Was he in an affair with a different pack’s alphess? She shook the thought off. It was none of her business where his heart lay.

She waited for him to speak, still in the submitting position, not daring to get up in case he decided he didn’t like that. Thoughts bounced around her head, echoing off the sides of her skull. Questions were even more plentiful.
||Winn Dixie||Female||Mate||pups||Abendrot||Candy||


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