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 call reached her auds, and instantly the russet assassin had raised her head from where she lay, pinpointing the location of the sound. Lithe form rising from the ground, Aerten shook her coat out slightly before starting off towards the summons, at a quick trot, knowing far better than to be tardy when such a call was made. She'd had little to do lately, drifting around the lands like a shadow until she was needed, and now it seemed she might have something to look forward to.

When she arrived, the femme noted the two already there, dipping her head in greeting. ""Marx. Grey Wind," she greeted in soft lyrics, before taking a silent place to the side, emotionless mask slipping into place. The russet femme knew very little of the one called Marx, however she knew Grey Wind rather well, and was intrigued by the male. It'd be interesting to see how he performed, and she'd be lying if she said the male had not caught her attention.



"I want my innocence back," she snarls.

OOC- Sorry for the extreme shortness, very busy at the moment ^^


||Aerten||Maiden||Epsilon||Abentrot Assassin||Tamed By None||No Heirs||PixieEclipse||







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