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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Kobato did not know how long she sat there waiting for her own inevitable death to arrive. She didn't know how many seconds... Minutes, hours even she leaned up against that tree trunk. The mist of morning had left her cloak cold and damp, spears of ice infiltrating her short summer pelt, sending numbness down to the marrow in her weak bones. In any case, she didn't even hear the monster approaching. His weary steps did not send waves of sound to her domes, and she did not look up when his pale, scarred form came into view. kobato? what was that? She felt a rustle in his chest cavity, a faint sweeping of dead autumn leaves. kobato! the voice was more urgent now. A few seconds passed and then the footfalls became louder and the distance between whoever it was and herself closed... Quickly. She didn't even move to brace herself for the impact. A wave of useless pain, anxiety and a familiar cologne enveloped her. She knew this smell. She could see the owner of it in her minds eye... In her own eyes she could see him. And as she fell to the ground, she caught faint glimpses of just who had hit her. Vladya. Her head collided against the terra, smashing her cranial into the ground. A warm, wet feeling stuck to certain part of her bodice and the male who had slammed into her started screaming senseless lyrics. What was he so upset about? She watched him without emotion, listening to his rambling, but not being able to comprehend any of it at all, she just stared, mystified as to why he was so riled up.

What the fuck is wrong with you you crazy, STUPID, bitch?! Are you retarded?! Did someone drop stones on your head? What the FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! kobato did not wince. She did not shy away from the being. She did not move at all. Instead, she stared listless at the males palette. She opened her mouth, reminding herself to breath in and out, to keep herself from passing out. But he continued.
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! I GOT FUCKING BLOOD ALL OVER YOU! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?! Ah. So that's what it was. That warm sticky feeling that had splayed over her shoulder. It was blood. Why was he covered in blood. "Help." She rasped, a second of pleading ran through her caramel portals. Of course, it wasn't the blood that bothered her. It wasn't the fact that he had rammed her to the ground. She could feel herself slipping. She inhaled loudly, drawing each moment as if it were going to be her last. It very well could have been. "...tired..." Her eyes flitted. Of course it was obvious that she was tired. She was so worn down. Her bones ached and her head and heart throbbed in sync. The feeling of nausea passed through her throat and she swallowed hard, a dry motion. Needles and pins fell down her larynx, stinging the inside as she swallowed the bile backdown. She strained for words, hoping to find the energy to speak them... Though each puff of air was precious. His blood.. It was red. New. Why was it new? In we absence had he become more down than even she was? She felt a twinge of pain and she scrunched up her facial features, a sharp jab erupting through her skin. Could one die of a broken heart? She had never thought it possible. Against her will, she spoke again, her body crying out the only word it knew, yet rarely spoke. "Help... Please."

He could end her right there. And she would be okay with that. She would be just fine having her life ended. It wasn't that she belieed everything she had done in the past two years had even in vain. That wasn't it. She knew that she had changed the way at least eight souls thought. She had healed their hearts. But it was the goal she was working towards that had made it easy for her. He was her goal. And now he was in a totally different dimension, something she could not become a part of unless she laid down and waited for it to arrive. Or if somehow assisted her. She was begging for both life and death from the scarred male in front of her. He was the one she had never been able to help. Yet even now, she wished to sterilize those open incisions and watch them heal. A small spark of hope rippled through her bodice. And then it fizzled out, disappearing once again into the abyss. She wanted so desperately to close those eyes. But if she did... She knew she would never wake up again.

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