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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It's a cold and it's a broken h a l l e l u j a h [Ker only]
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Tears. They wouldn't stop chasing each other down my cheeks, soaking them. Sobs racked my body, making me feel like I was choking. My duo toned luminaries, now squeezed tightly shut, snapped open, wild eyed. Sadness gripped me, emptiness consumed me, depression dragged me down. My fluffy frame, curled tightly among the brambles in the forest of the pack, rose shakily to it's paws. Pull yourself together, dammit! It was never really yours to lose, anyways. The thoughts coursed like fire through my veins, burning me and driving me to take deep breaths. It took everything I had left in me to stop the river of tears, but I did it. My skull swiveled to dry my damp cheeks. I found myself gazing around at the place I had called home for most of my life. Only a heaviness of my heart came with the thought of the pack. In a split second, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. A moment more then I was tearing through the dense forests of Bright Moon, letting branches and brambles rip and tear at my fur as I ran for the boarder.The pain was like a drug, bringing me the kind of pleasure only an addict can experience. Suddenly, I was breaking through that invisible scent barrier, still running as fast as I could.

As my honey dipped pistons pumped fast, so fast, I let my mind go blank, my sadness morphing so painfully slowly into rage. I never stopped, never slowed my pace, I just kept on running. Even when my breaths came harder and harder, I ran on. Eventually, I couldn't run anymore, no matter how hard I pushed myself. Greedily gasping in as much air as I possibly could, I collapsed on the ground. Where, I had no idea. At first. I was still gasping for breath when the scent hit me. I was literally right on the doorstep of Abendrot. The rage still boiled through my body and this realization only intensified the emotion. Groping to my feet, the breaths coming easier now, my orbs burned with the fury I was feeling. No thoughts filled my head, only the anger, it consumed me. KERSHOV!!! I screamed the godforsaken title as loud as my vocals would let me. The infuriated outburst dissolved into a rough howl. The cry ripped and clawed it's way up my throat, swirling with all the sadness and rage and fury and emptiness I had been feeling all this time. I had no one to blame for all of these emotions that tore my heart to shreds and so I blamed the tundra dragon. My throat burned with the force of my cry. I stood there, feral and enraged, tiny droplets of blood falling from the many small spots where my fur was torn out by the branches.

I had fallen apart and this time no one was there to put me back together...


Bit shitty but I've never been good at opening posts.

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