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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Morgans's chilesed facial structure twisted towards the new arrival: a she sho was graced with beauty as well. She met the pale blue gaze momentarily, then shifted it to a point just behind the femme fatale. She did not want to seem like she was challenging her. The bruja kept her maw clear of emotions, an icy wall between her and the Kalik. She was the epitome of poise and grace, but, thankfully, was curt in her speech. The temptress was inwardly pleased. These two were rather similar it seemed. Perhaps they would someday be allies. "What is it that you want Kalik? State you business, if you pose a threat I will personally add you to our sire's decorations." Morgana appreciated the demoness' brevity and, as she was not one to beat around the bush, met it with her own. "I can tell that you are not one to take the roundabout way in your agenda, so I will not bore you by adding unecessary information. I am titled as Morgana. My business is to become a part of this pack. While I have no interest in becoming one of these decorations....." she looked about her and let loose a small chuckle before resuming her velvety lyrics, "I must say your king's taste is incredible."

Morgana was intrigued by this king. Not only with his adornments, but with the way he was presenting his pack. She liked it. Everyone knew to be afraid, so very afraid, of Abendrot's members. They had what she craved: Power. She loved to strike fear into the hearts of those unworthy of her presence. She loved to smell the terror of her enemies. She loved the feeling of control and the ability to exert it over some underlings. She. Loved. Power. Simple as that. Of course, her higher ups had that over her, but it was good enough to be feared. Even the weakest lupine of the pack was a force to be reckoned with. Abendrot clearly didn't take just anyone. They didn't take canines out of sympathy. Morgana would show that she belonged here. She would earn her right among her superiors, even if it required a little extra ingenuity. Her mind was already twisting into plans and ideas for this King. She could have fun with him.

The lady released her smooth, lightly accented words again, addressing the vixen once more. "And you, my lady, what will you give me the pleasure of calling you? And the King? So I know who I must be of service to and how down when I see?" Her own grace and poise played out. She meant it, but not entirely. She was by no means mocking, but much of what she said was merely formality spun to sound pretty. Her plume curled around her hips, twitching ever so slightly as she awaited the she wolf's answer.

OOC: disregard the two posts below. My iPod kind of had a spaz attack and double posted an unfinished post that I didn't have a chance to put a password on. Stupid iPod -_-

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