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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The subtle smirk, the flick of the tail before answering, every twitch, every detail seemed to wave a red flag, but Scarlet had never been one to make friends in her own gender easily. By four weeks of age, she’d learned the only way to stand out in her father’s army as a female would be to crush all the other faes first and then start on the males. Oh what sweet devils they were. Were.

The very much opposite, the far south. Demonican Territory to some. The climate is a bit more forgiving all year round, leading to much larger packs and pack boundaries than in this country. You probably would have known the last alpha, Sidorio, a relation of mine.

Only some wolves knew of Demonica and its ties, good and notoriously bad. She had come to Sid many moons ago, asking for his grace at a meeting with her and a couple of brothers- he refused, she tried to sway him, even hinting at joining his pack. He refused, telling her to leave. Her eyes glinted with a little dash of ego and she giggled, a closed mouth, schoolgirl, innocent little laugh- but there was nothing innocent about it. Her dark amber orbs were soft, kind even, but as she innocently stretched out, she decided Enigma was of no threat to her. Perhaps if she were below her, yes, of course, but by Ker’s side, an invisible wall of loyalty to him would help Scarlet sleep at night.
After Enigma answered her question about Sidorio, Scarlet found her intrigued by Enigma’s mismatched gaze. It made her unique and with her feminine curves and ivory mass of silky pelt, it was no wonder Marx got hot under the collar every time they were together.

So, you and Marx…

They might not be besties, but Scarlet could be a total gossip if she let herself. She had noticed the up and coming current gamma when Sidorio was around. He seemed to gain authority wherever he went or whoever led him. A sign of good faith. Scarlet arched her brow at Enigma, practically begging her silently to divulge a little, if not all, about their sordid little affair.




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