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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let me hear you scream [Scarlet Nights cont.]
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Cold, blank eyes meekly stared, a blazing mind behind it. How dare she accuse me of treachery? That was her only thought before she calmed as the red woman's tail rose higher, and she shrank lower. This was Kershov's queen, after all, and one having such a rank deserved utmost respect. That was what the little brown bird had learned. Although, with her scathing tone, she seemed not to have the same idea. Why? Am I not providing conversation worthy of your pretty, little self? Kershov might come and he might not, the decent question is….why should he…and why would you want him to…its clear he despises wolves that can’t seem to stick to their packs, although perhaps he’ll let you take the Marx route and dig your way out….but back to our conversation… Her words rendered Truffle nearly silent. Marx? I should have figured. She thought, just before she opened her mouth.

"I.."

The single word was all she could conjure before the Alphess spoke again, when Truffle regained her senses. All good conversations start with introductions which I’ve clearly been so rude to ignore. I am known as Scarlet Nights, former Demonican and newly appointed Queen to our dear arctic king you all know as Kershov. So my dear, I’d like to know your title, before you have another personal emergency of your own.


"I am Truffle, an assassin with no current rank and formerly an Omega of Abendrot."

She blinked, her mind seething. Go ahead, laugh at my name. I did not choose it, and it maintains my innocence. Her name and size was actually what saved her life many times over--and what made her complete an important task as well. Truffle lowered her eyes so that she didn't look directly at her, for the bird knew that one challenging gaze could kill her. Already in her mind were the choices of fight or flight, but she wanted to do neither.




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