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 girl has a cold distance about her that I admire, but at the same time, I can see this being a bad thing as well. I have earned my reputation in Abendrot. I have been a part of this pack for ages. I have proven myself to Kershov and reaped the benefits of it with my rank. I have earned his trust as he has earned mine. We are an invincible team. This girl has a look of hunger about her, hunger for power, hunger for fear. She will strive for my title, no doubt about it. The thought alone brings a new light to my eyes. Let her. I always love a challenge. She keeps her eyes upon me and I see flickers of something beneath their empty voids, flickers of things unsaid, thoughts, no doubt, that would give me great interest. I care for her opinions of me. She will learn respect the same way every other soldier has. I have earned my stripes and she has yet to make her mark. She is a rookie and I am the General. Loyalty is what matters here, not age. Loyalty is what etches you into the inner folds of the pack. Mine has been unrelenting and that is what sets me above the rest. She will fall before me or fall beneath my paws, one of the two. I'm not one you want as your enemy, either.

As if on cue, the thick cologne of Kershov enters my nostrils. My tail gives an ample flick at the tip, the only cue that I'm aware of his arrival. I turn my head ever so subtly toward him as he comes along, eying the girl whose now on the ground with an almost bored expression. My eyes give him the silent message of welcome that I don't need to voice. We have always been good at silent exchanges. He turns his attention on the female who has turned her full focus onto him. She says her name, C'leria. Strange but haunting. I like it. Kershov asks demands her intentions and I tilt my head, ears pricked as I wait for her response. She gets to her paws, though she's careful not to shake off. My lips quirk at the thought as her eyes keep finding mine, almost as if in challenge. I meet her gaze full on every time, daring her to try me. I'll take this bitch to the ground and laugh while I'm doing it.

She wants fame and power? Good, don't we all. If you think you're going to get it by taking me down, you've got another thing coming. My power's etched in stone and blood. Oh, but you're more than welcome to try.

Her answer is vague at best. Benefit the pack? I lean forward, my voice a deadly caress on the air.

"And how do you presume to do that?"

My eyes narrow in challenge. You want recognition? Impress him. Give us something we can work with. She asks Kershov where he would have her next and I have to stifle a grin. I can think of a few places that would benefit Kershov as an individual but let's not be nasty. Instead I glance his way for his answer to that one. Lord, huh? I'm sure he'll get a kick out of that.



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