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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RAKUEN [ Kershov & open;; ]
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He didn't want to go-- not really. And he wasn't afraid to admit this fact. Not that there was anyone he was going to be admitting it to, for he wasn't going to sleep over on Abendrot's lands that were surely cursed with a miasma of 'sneaky-sneaks.' What did that even mean? Not sure. He couldn't prove it yet, but the lad, Grey Joy, who had appeared on his borders not a month ago had held fast to the scent that also compiled around the territory lines there, and Darcia couldn't help but be suspicious. That was not the reason he was going. He was going so that he could conjure up a truce and have the (probably) strongest pack of Blossom Forest off of his ass so he didn't have to worry about them slitting his throat in the night merely for owning the same lands as the previous owner, Tamlin, had. The information gathered from Misty and Summer had not necessarily been of the best value, though he appreciated it all the same. At least he knew who he was looking to make a contract with and not stumbling around like some intoxicated walrus. However the idea to come alone was probably not one of his better ones. However the bitterness towards Iason had not yet subsided after his Beta's long absence without a word of location or of goodbye was given. The bastard could rot a few more days in a lonely den for all he cared. If the homo thought he was getting make-up sex from Darcia, he was mistaken. Gravely. Mistaken.

A day or two ago was when the ebon brute decided that it was high time to pay visit to the borders of Kershov's domain. Going in without a careful plan of what to say, how to act if confronted and what to do if any type of scuffle arose... that was a dangerous concept and he, for one, was not going to play the fool in this one. Not that Darcia was ever the fool. He was level-headed, quiet and watchful. He said what was required of him to say and then no more. Probably not the best pack leader, but definitely a well rounded soldier who knew how to keep his kin safe from harm should it ever pose a threat to them. And Bright Moon had only seen but one challenger since he had become King. And she and her pride had been swatted down like may flies buzzing around his head. Muscles rolled underneath his pelt as he closed the distance between himself and the border line. There was nothing about Darcia that screamed 'hey, I'm important. Pay attention to me.' Nothing at all. He was relaxed, his plummage was down, his ears were thoughtfully pricked forthwards but were not tense. Despite not being irked at having to travel to the borders of another regal, Darcia did not settle himself down into a comfortable position on the lines. Instead, he stayed a good four tail lengths away from it and kept his mouth shut. Abendrot was not incapable. Surely they would sense another being on their borders in no time. Whether or not things turned out to be a little brutal was entirely up to their ability to control their attitudes. Darcia was a rock. Nothing was going to get to him (save that idiotic male he left back in Bright Moon).

So he waited.

darcia




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