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 wolfess trotted confidently through the terra, not caring about the territories she passed along the way. They were boring; beneath her even. Such simplistic beings who believed in fairness and equality for all. Uh. It made the witch sick to her stomach to hear such stupidity coming from a lupine's maw. Of course not everyone was equal! There had to be a hierarchy. And everyone needed to know their place in it. She made sure of it. Naturally, she would be better at the top of it, but..... exceptions..... could be made for the right wolf. The right pack. Somehow she would find a way to gain importance. Even if she had to use some unconventional ways. She'd done it before. Being born with beauty and maintaining it, keeping her pelt perfectly groomed and silky, not a scar nor a speck of white to be seen. Add to that her yellow-amber eyes and you had Morgana. She used her natural perfection to manipulate others. Why not use the advantages you had, right? But beneath that gorgeous exterior and wonderful fake kindness was her true self. Mean, cold hearted, and evil. She didn't want to be that prim and proper girl she always had to; she wanted to embrace her true self.

The Kalik paused at the next border she met, intrigued. There were -- how would she call them?-- trophies along it. Skulls, bones, carcasses. Perhaps some wolves would be scared. Not Morgana. This looked like her kind of place. They obviously didn't take just any sniveling wimp who came along. And they clearly demanded respect here. The demoness knew this was where she belonged. Among the feared and powerful. She was not a warrior, though she could hold her own in a fight, but she was cunning and coniving. Just a downright bitch. Now this was somewhere she could thrive and finally be herself. No more little-miss-sunshine. They'd all know her name soon. The precious Morgana that Uther had adored. She'd show them all how easily they were fooled.

The maned ess folded her inky black pillars beneath her, sinking into the wet leaves. Her red pelt stood out against the plain ground and her figure was easy to see. She was slim, perfectly so, with curves in just the right places and pronounced enough that anyone could see them. When she walked, her hips swayed in a seductive way. Her coat was smooth and silken and flowed down her body like water. The plume lay neatly behind her, not a speck of white anywhere. Perfectly domed black ears and a trim face with a pronounced bone structure housed her piercing eyes that seemed to be molten lava. They were half lidded at the moment, giving whoever showed up a sultry stare. One front stilt stretched before her, the other crossed over it. She found this comfortable, and it showed that she was prepared to submit to an alpha at any moment out of respect. Morgana looked absolutely stunning and flawless. Though her emotion gave away nothing, the temptress knew it. A light smile plastered onto her maw, both friendly and frightening at the same time and, of course, full of lust. Her cranium tilted towards the heavens and she let out a soft, melodious howl.

As she waited, the witch thought of how she would put herself forward. She had her looks going for her, that was for sure. She was virtually irresistable. Morgana would answer the questions asked of her in a pleasant way, but still make sure the other could tell she belonged here. If it was a male, she would make her lightly accented voice sultry and seductive. Even if it didn't work to get her in, she could perhaps arrange future encounters. If it was a she wolf than Morgana would be how she usually was and uptmost respectful to her. She needed some friends, or at the very least acquaintances, if she were to survive here. The Kalik wasn't stupid. She knew she would need allies someday. But for now she was content to wait for a ranked official, or the alpha themself, to give her a place here.

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