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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Lets just be honest
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Lets just be honest here. Vayne quite frankly didn't give a damn about anything anymore. He had come to that conclusion a long time ago. Hell he barely even cared what happened to him. His pads hit loudly against the soggy forest floor. Turning his black paws into brown. It had obviously rained a lot around here lately. What a shame. Vayne was a black wolf with shockingly yellow eyes. Maybe that's what drew attention to him. Or maybe it was the scar going across his eye. Or maybe it was just the fact that he gave off a certain vibe. The kind of vibe that says fuck with me and you'll regret it.

He had certainly been in his fair share of fights. Obviously, just look at him. The scar. The muscles. He was a large wolf. He obviously didn't spend his days picking daisy's at blossom fields. Heck no. Surely he wasn't always like this. He can think back to a simpler time. Just "hanging out" with all of his friends when he was a teen. Well those days were over. He remembered his almost mate. Heck he couldn't even remember her name now. All he remembered was him saving her ass from falling of a cliff. Then some massive rock slide. Some rocks falling on top of him. And she left him there. He smirks at the thought. What a bitch. Once he had came to he pulled himself out. His hips are now a little messed up. Causing him to sway as he walks. Which makes him look cocky, not crippled at all.

After all the crap that had went on here, Vayne had decided to leave blossom for a while. You could say he joined a pack? If that's what you would call it. Maybe more like a gang. Going around beating the crap out of wolfs. Killing. Was he proud of it? No. But he definitely wasn't ashamed of it. He did what he had to do to survive. And what he did had gotten him this far hadn't it? So why break old habits if they aren't so bad? So that's why he decided he had to come back. And join this pack. Abendrot. Back when he was a teen he heard it was the toughest pack around. It was filled with the worst of the worst of wolves. Right? Supposed to be cut throat?

He quieted his pads. Walking softly. Around the imaginary border. Just quiet enough so he wouldn't be heard right away. He walked on his side of the "Imaginary" border line. Probably best not to piss anybody off yet. Looking around, it was obvious that the recent storms had done some damage. But despite that. Where was the wolfs? Where was the so called army?

He had been patrolling his side of the border for a solid ten minutes. What would this place do if there was some kind of attack. Or invasion. Heck it could happen. What if he had decided to murder some wolfs. Nobody would be here to even notice. Pretty pathetic if you asked him. Well it was obvious that nobody was going to come meet the handsome lad anytime soon so he might as well sit down and make himself comfortable. He was going to give hell to whoever finally decided to come welcome him.


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