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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Terror. That was the feeling ebbing away the fierce pain that pierced my very soul. I was the fucking doorstep of fucking Abendrot calling to fucking Kershov. What the hell is wrong with me? Was I asking to be murdered on the spot? It could happen. He was ruthless and evil and I was me. A loyal, snotty member of the pack he hated most. I was just asking for it now. God, did I really want to die? Honestly, the idea had crossed my mind... At least then I wouldn't be feeling such excruciating pain as I was now. I had never known pain even close to this. I felt like I had lost a part of myself and in the empty space, someone had inserted a knife and was relentlessly twisting. Not even the cold pelting rains of the storm that had passed through Blossom could numb my deteriorating body. Already my coat was thinning, my bones beginning to poke out from beneath it. What had I let him do to me? Was this love? This sort of abyss that engulfed me, was that what love was? I truly believed it was. As I attempted to take in a deep breath, fighting back the choking sensation that tightened my chest, I smelled him. That sweet, firm scent filled my nostrils as if he were right here beside me again. My orbs squeezed shut, the rage and hurt and all the other emotions still simmering right behind the lids.

When again my lungs filled themselves, my pools snapped open. In front of my ragged, infuriated self stood the tundra king himself. I met his cold, hard, black gaze with my own, not even bothering to attempt a mask of my emotions. Not that I could have pulled one off anyways. His harsh voice cut into me, beckoning the blade in my chest to twist all the more violently. I flinched back from his words, his cruelty like a whip striking again and again.

My skull dropped, turning away from his blows. My honey dipped upper lip pulled back from my daggers as I kept the regal's form in view out of the corner of my eye. I watched the elation burn in his flat gaze at his own words and their effect upon me. His voice was coming again and I readied myself for the lashes. Those rude, bitter words broke something in me. My lip lifted even more, no sound escaping me. I lunged at the dragon without thinking. Just as my front paws left the ground I realized what I was doing. I twisted my body, obviously throwing my weight away from him. If I were to have continued on my path, I have no doubt that Kershov would have ended me right there. No feeling. No care. Just drop me and leave to go take a nap or something. But I would not die today, not of his hand.

I turned my skull to face the dragga, my bodice still on the ground where I had landed. The rage in me had ebbed, giving way to the ever present depression. I saw something flash in Kershov's abysmal gaze just before his wicked grin slid from his lips. Maybe he realized. Maybe he had known this whole time. Who's to say? But now he saw that something was seriously wrong. Despite the signs in his body, the careful way he spoke his next four words surprised me. At first I said nothing. In my uncomprehending silence, I realized the tears had begun to flow again from my portals. Soon they had given way to full on sobs, my chest tightening again, breaths coming in gasps. It seemed like forever before I could choke out a reply to him. I...I don't know... My luminaries were wild, desperate, panicked. It was an awful sight to see. Help... The plea came out more as a mouthing of the word than an actual vocalization. I still didn't realize what I had just asked of my enemy as I lie there on his forest floor, falling apart all over again.


I'm soooo sorry this took so long !! It isn't even that good >.<

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