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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Pleasantries were tossed formally between them, as Aerten kept one eye on the artic King, watching for signs they had overstepped their bounds. “Moth is indeed within our borders. She accompanied the mate of that idiot fae and is now presumably still waiting with the family and their litter. But don’t worry. I have plans for that family, and I think they'll work out in Abendrot’s favor.” The femme fatale raised a single eyebrow marking, but remained silent. Idiotic fae indeed, if she chose not only to endanger herself, but everyone she associated with as well by angering the pale ghost before her.

"I still don't understand why she couldn't give birth by herself. Ancestors have been doin' it for years... but I suppose as you said, Kershov, it shall perhaps work in our favor." Keeping her usual blank composure, she rolled her eyes briefly. "Or perhaps learn to stay at home, where she can't waste others time and energy..." The russet fae tilted her head inquiringly, wondering what those pathetic little Saw Tooth wolves had that Kershov could possibly want...apart from their heads on a silver platter. Hmm. Still, she knew her King had a clever mind, and if he said he had plans for them, then she knew they'd somehow give gain to Abentrot, one way or another.

"If assistance is needed, it'd be my pleasure." She informed the pallid regal, in soft yet dangerous tones. After all, open hostility was not the way to go with Moth, and her pack, not yet. And besides, Aerten could be quite charming and sweet, especially when she wanted something.

||Aerten||Abentrot||Mateless||Pupless||Adult||PixieEclipse||



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