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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Kershov has always been a hard book to read but it's not so hard to feel the waves of tension suddenly rippling off his massive form as he stares down C'leria like a cockroach needing to be squashed. She must be giving him the wrong signals. Tsk, tsk. He adds his own words after mine, naming off roles for the pack and I like the way he emphasizes the last one like it would suit her perfectly. What a sense of humor our king has. Again he asks for a reason to let her in and I feel the adrenaline soaring through my veins, pleading for release. I hope she's good at digging cause this hole is getting deep.

Her answer to my question is just as vague as before and frankly disappointing. My eyes grow dark with passion as air hisses through my teeth in disapproval. We are asking for more specific answers, doll. Do indulge us. Even her voice is vague, lifeless, like a robot. Makes me want to rip out her voice box and see if there's something wrong with it. She turns her attention to Kershov next, telling him of her victories on the battlefield but again she's not giving the right answers. Is she trying to say she would do us well as a soldier? But then she jumps to her achievements as a spy and my tail twitches with barely controlled anger. I am half tempted to jump her right here and test those warrior skills she boasts of. How can she talk and yet not answer? It's so frustrating and I know if it's frustrating for me then it has to be time consuming and twice as frustrating for Kershov. Her last question makes me tilt my head, eyes watching her intently, like a deadly viper ready to strike.

"Transparently so."

I mutter waspishly, the sarcasm thick in my tone. I flick my gaze up to Kershov. It's ultimately his decision here.



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