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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Crimson and ivory blended together like rose petals on a chalky white liquid, dark amber eyes scouted ahead and a small, sly grin presented itself as she zeroed in on her mates ever-so-faithful beta. She looked bored, deep in thought, perhaps troubled? Scarlet felt no sympathy, no fondness for this wolf, but if mild curiosity could be called a feeling- there was something drawing her to talk to the lovely Enigma. Chalky limbs struck forward, more powerfully than before, her wounds were still prevalent, yet healed, almost scarring. Her limp was still quite noticeable from the dislocated and then quickly relocated hip joint. She may never lose the limp, but it still hurt like a bitch on her morning treks around the border, especially on cold mornings. Her breath in the frigid air misted as she spoke, trailing white plumes before her emotionless mask of deception.

Why, if it isn’t our trustworthy beta. Enigma, wasn’t it?

Her tone was if anything, slightly mocking, as if she had right to question Enigma’s loyalty. Truthfully, she just like rattling cages and occasionally, an unstable fluffy bird would fall upon the ground for her to devour. This vixen was Kershov’s beta, surely a few hurtful words wouldn’t leave a hair out of place on her pretty little head. Night’s paced a half circle around her, inclining her skull in a small, modest show of respect to the banded fae. She wanted to get to know this one; this wolf would not throw herself at her queen’s feet to pledge her loyalty. Pledges mean nothing to Scarlet, though she accepted them with the grace that Kershov no doubt was pleased about. Pledges were words and words meant little when there is blood in the snow.
She cracked a smile, freakishly sharpened fangs exposed, slicing down to protrude at an unnatural level. Her torn flesh away from the left of her maw made it seem more of a grimace, the gash above her eye slightly closing her right eye, if as she were questioning something, always and forever snarling.

Tell me about yourself Enigma, where do you hale from?

This seemed an innocent discussion, but nothing was further from the truth.
This would be a long night.




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