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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A waste of a perfectly good, clean w r i s t [kershov]
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My golden paws touch the earth tentatively. Waking up is always amazing... for the first couple second. Then it all comes back. Tamlin has been gone and now Kershov has taken control of me. Some days I wonder how I could have let this happen. Tammy would be ashamed if he knew about it all. Ambrosia, too. From time to time, I wonder what ever happened to the girl who I'd come to be close with. Nowadays, I kept to myself, avoiding Ker's soldiers. Most of them probably wanted my head, due to my upbringing. Most days I was tempted to cross paths with them, hoping that my theory was true. But, no, I would not reduce myself to that.

And so here I am, wandering around the pack by myself. In reality, it would be quite simple to just slip out of the pack and run. Most wolves, if put in my place, would do just that. But then again, most wolves are idiotic. Such an action would set off Kershov's anger. Most likely, he would have me hunted down. I'm not trying to flatter myself. Really, I'm not. I just know how much he enjoys having one of the most important wolves to his rival in his own paws to toy with at will.

The battering I had taken thus far all melted together. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all physical beating, no. The harshes of them were verbal. The relentless reminder that everything I once had and held dear was now gone. I was nothing. I was just the shell of a wolf. No one cared about me anymore. No one cared.

These are the thoughts that plagued me each and every day. Even now, as my paws hit the ground, I live it all over again. The shaky breaths don't help to calm me anymore. I'm beyond help. So as I approach the river I let my mind go numb. My legs dip into the cool water and I just stand there, staring down at my own reflection, not really sure what I'm still doing breathing.


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