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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[ MY HEART IS NUCLEAR ]
IP: 71.210.223.42

One day the sun will die.
One day it will take everything with it.

The sun is a star known as a G2 dwarf. A near perfect sphere of hydrogen and helium, 870,000 miles in diameter. It obtains its energy from the nuclear fusion reactions that take place in its interior, where the temperature is about 15 million°C. Helium is a chemical element of the symbol He and an atomic number 2. It is a colorless, odorless, tasteless, non-toxic, inert, monatomic gas that heads the noble gas group in the periodic table. Hydrogen is a chemical element of the symbol H and an atomic number of 1. It is the lightest element and its monatomic form (H) is the most abundant chemical substance, constituting roughly 75% of the Universe's baryonic mass. Non remnant stars are mainly composed of hydrogen in it's plasma state.

It's funny how such things can come together in the most coincedintal ways. Now although--and I say this with the upmost regret--our starlet is not some gargantuan thing that makes itself at home amidst the vacume of space, she is most definitely a star. She is a force of nature that demands to be felt, and not by her own devices either. It is the way in which she carries herself. A subtle, but definitely there breath of confidence. A beauty. Oh what an undeniable beauty. She is, for the lack of better a description, golden. She has golden eyes and a coat of molten gold. Bright charasmatic eyes. Eyes that smolder with untold secrets and dance with unknown lies. They are the eyes of a godess and a snake.

But it's hard for someone like her to be completely appreciative of her body. People mistake her for her exterior. They think that her personality will be just as beautiful as that golden body--and though it most certainly is something beautiful--it is not in the way that one might, under normal cercumstances, percieve beauty. It is something elegant. A thing made up of classy intelligence and china fine words. Something enticingly dark and malignant. A bet with fate and a flirt with chance, because god knows where drawn to anything that's dangerous.

There are things that make her. This personification of the day. The bringer of the moon at night. Things that cannot be captured in a mere moment, nor described in their complete entirety. These are things that she knows, that her family knows, and nobody knows. Things that are there, but cannot be seen. The pain behind a glorious smile of a firey angel. The rage. Shadows haunting the light. There are exactly seven devils that live and breath within her soul, but none. None make their way through her immaculatly fortified walls of self-control. Things that at first glance cannot be seen at all, but are undeniably there. Looks can most certainly be deceiving. Do not be fooled, she is unquestionably a demon birthed from flame.

So much potential... but how to harness it? How to USE it? How does one put such talents to use here in this blessed utopia? Our sunshine just coudn't stand the listlissness that had made a home inside of her helium filled bones. She was neither soft nor is daranged, so where did she lie? She had heard it said somewhere in the grapevine that there was a pack ruled by a fridgid moon white dragon who prized things like ability mixed with a little manelovence. She smiled. Her lips drawn taut to reveal beautiful pearly white knives. She herself couldn't have made for a more fitting pass at good fortune.

She set her white-hot paws just barely behind the acrid borders. Her elegant facial structure appearing easy--peaceful to anothers eyes--yet beneath that there was nothing but a flawless execution of a controlled expression. They saw what she wanted them to see. She saw what they didn't. Then she waited...

Careful my friend. Her heart is positivly nuclear.
(h.m.)





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