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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Aerten had always been an assassin at heart; the girl could be charming, shy, flirtatious, whatever she needed in the situation, however she had always preferred to skip such games, instead allowing her blank carefully crafted mask to rest upon her palette, shielding her inner workings and thoughts from those around her. Many would fall, trying to call upon whatever they thought may rest in the crevices of her chest, whether it be guilt, or a hidden desire to be a hero, to be the good guy for once. The russet femme fatale in these cases, would always allow one thing to break through her careful façade; the slightest of smirks. One did not survive in this world by being a hero. Aerten did not have or want any claim of heroism. The only thing they would find in her heart, in her mind, in her very being would be more along the lines of anger, chilled to the core. Emotions were unnecessary on her face, because they could instead be displayed through her work, in the tearing of flesh like silk, and the macabre ideas she could inflict upon her victims.

This emotionless state was equipped as she made her way to the borders once again in what seemed like a very short time. A potentially very good thing for her home land, providing those who came were actually prepared to prove their worth. Soon enough, her amber orbs bored into the form of yet another ess, this one dark and bearing marks across her face. The russet girl approached with calm certainty, noting the way this stranger held herself, the air of pride that she held around her. Aerten hoped that pride was well-earned, for her sake. Taking a confident stance a few feet away from the unknown girl, the femme fatale watched silently for a few moments before simply saying, "Aerten, Epsilon of Abentrot. State your name and business, stranger." It was brief, devoid of any hostility or friendliness. Remaining quiet as she waited for a response, the assassin wondered wryly if this one was a seductress like so many others who came this way lately, or if some variety was about to be added to Abentrot's ranks.



"I want my innocence back," she snarls.

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||Aerten||Maiden||Epsilon||Abentrot Assassin||Tamed By None||No Heirs||PixieEclipse||







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