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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I could smell her blood a mile off. I was doing border patrol, trying to be useful while Marx is off training the soldiers of Abendrot, when I smell the stench of Abendrot and blood. The individual nectar is known to me and yet I have never met her face to face. It is Kershov's puppet, the new queen of Abendrot. I've been meaning to meet her, get to know her a little better. I have to make sure she's worthy of my king, after all. I've been loyal to Kershov since the beginning. I didn't get named his General because of my looks. We've gone back and forth for a while, witty remarks and messages in one look our usual game but we never acted on the innocent flirtation between leader and right hand. I don't think either of us wanted to lose the steadfast friendship we found ourselves in. We make an unbreakable team and I don't nedd the claim of the throne to hold my power. I answer to none but him and that's the way it should be. I guess now I'll have to answer to her as well but only so far as to keep the looks up. I won't forget that she's only a puppet to be used, to make Kershov's hold on the throne look that much stronger to outsiders since he won't be a lone alpha. She is not seen as his equal and therefore I will only pretend she is my superior. Of course, I can play along. I'm good with a poker face.

She's earned some points by defending the pack. I know she's back from a challenge and I'm guessing that means she was victorious. Good for Kershov, he found someone with a lick of fighting skill in them. My tail sways with interest as I follow the blood trail to where the call was made. She stands by my king as I enter the area, her tail already raising to the rank of alpha as she tells him that its time. I'm guessing she wants the announcement of her rank to be official, though I was already in the know in that regard. None the less, if she wants the rest of the pack to know, that's fine by me. My two toned eyes roam over her wounded body freely, taking in the fresh scars with admiration instead of disgust. I have plenty of my own and I'm not ashamed of them. I'm all but mated to the head of the soldiers so what do you expect? Scars are sexy.

I note the affectionate way she glances at Kershov, though of course, it could all be an act as well. Does she truly harbor feelings for the king or is it just to play her part? She looks like she could be an excellent actress. When she looks my way, I meet her gaze only for a moment before bowing my head in the outward show of respect. My look said it all. I know what's truly up and I'm only here to play along but she's still got a ways to go if she wants to earn anything other than my reluctant cooperation. Perhaps we should have a more private meet and greet later so I can get to know the real her. She seems like the interesting sort, the fun sort, really. I turn my gaze to Kershov momentarily, lifting a brow in approval, my eyes glittering slyly as I let him know that he chose well, as far as what I can see so far. She's got the looks and she's got the attitude. Apparently she's got the guts and brawn too. The rest we'll just have to wait and see.




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