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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Demonician Princess QUEEN OF ABENDROT

Her coat was never the most easily blended coat, but the ivory was mainly on her legs, which could be concealed with mud or thick underbrush if need be, however, she had not reason to disguise or hide any longer. Even if the wolves that hunted her, caught up, they could do nothing- they would not interfere with another pack, albeit her being the alpha. She was invisible, invisible in plain sight. Speaking of visual cues, she almost saw the newcomer before she heard her, her coat shone brightly under the feeble moonbeams, casting blue hues across such a pale coat. She seemed to levitate on stumps, due to her ashen limbs and Scarlet swallowed the number of how many times she had ripped all four limbs of living…or rather dying enemies. She moved forward, not slowly, not in any hurry either. Her amber eyes reflected the nighthawk’s gaze, piercing into her, daring her to place a foot out of line and to allow her underlings some cleanup duty on aisle three.

State your name and purpose here, darling. I haven’t got all night.

Indeed, Night’s was rather eager to return to Kershov and learn what she could about him before she would leave to meet at the falls with an informant about ties between Saw Tooth and Aurora Borealis. Scarlet knew of their alliance to Malignant Felicity, but other than that, she was pretty sure the other packs steered clear of Abendrot. Kershov’s reputation preceded him by several hundred miles and he definitely had connections further than most knew the world existed. Her scorpion-like banner curled over her back, making it obvious she was the wolf to answer to, although the borders already held her scent, mixed together with Kershov’s. Her features were impassive and if anything, she was growing bored and would soon need a way to entertain herself. Perhaps this pretty little unicorn would play a game of uncle with her. Other than a few newcomers, the borders had been quiet. Challenger’s would stay clear for the time being, having doubled their trouble, but they would be back…they would always come back. Raids happened often, but the same rule applied- they would draw back, consider more and ultimately…think less.

Demonician Princess QUEEN OF ABENDROT






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