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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It was such an odd feeling. To feel totally empty, not quite a ghost nor a shell. Almost as if you were neither alive nor dead. Looking back on the happy girl I was, the girl who had a purpose, who served such a gallant king.... That all seems like a different lifetime. But then, I have felt like this before. The days when I was young, barely a teen, on my own. Then Tamlin found me, took me in, gave me a home. I felt lost then, too. I felt in-between, like I do now. But that had changed. I had let it change. It seemed like so long I had been the wolf I was but no, that's not right. It had been Tamlin and Ambrosia, really, that had been my constants, that had shaped me. And now I was disgracing them by throwing it all away.

Maybe that's what this new part of my life was? Maybe I had to let this torment shape me as well. Tammy would be turning in his grave if he knew where I had been since his passing. But I had no choice. For some odd reason, Kershov decided to take an interest in me. A rather brutal one, yes, but an interest none the less. Was I trapped here in the lands of my once enemy? Or could I leave? I think the real question here is would I want to leave? Instantly the voice in my head shouts out. Yes, of course you would leave! But I'm not so sure. I've stayed here this long. The ice king has obviously been distracted, it would have been cake for me to slip outside of his kingdom walls. And yet, here I am, so close to the edge yet not daring to leap over it. Is it simple cowardice holding me back, or something more?

My jumbled musings are interrupted by the scents on the breeze. An odor I knew all too well wafted freshly towards me. Kershov. I look from side to side, sure for a moment that he's coming for me. But then I spot him and he's not coming for me at all. He looks agitated, annoyed, almost in pain. When his snowy white visage dips below the river's surface I understand. His head pains him. He'll be morose, even more than usual. It's then that I do a crazy thing.

I had been watching him carefully, keeping my distance like my brain told me to do. But for some godforsaken reason, my limbs disobey. And I let them. I take a tentative step towards the tundra giant, and then another. His harsh words, tone sharp enough to cut, cause my step to falter a moment. But I press on, for lord knows what reason. My maw parts slowly, though not hesitantly. "Good to know I can count on having you to coach any future suicide attempts, Kershov." My tone bites back, with the same venom. I come to a halt a good ten or so feet from him.

I know better than to get too close.


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