Perhaps changed most of all out of all of the packs is this place. It was stripped out of its forested home and now instead lays at the edge of an ocean. The vast sparkling eternity of the water lays to the south of the land, while the rest of the land is made of rocky outjuttings. Gone are the trees, and all that remains for greenery are the short shrubs that dot the paths in the rock, and the moss that grows thanks to the spray of the waves. Further toward the shore, barnacles are a plenty, and look to cut the pads of those who slip on the wet surface. These extend out into the water itself, and the tough land has multiple caverns scraped into it, providing ample dens for the wolves that live there. Depending on the tide, however, the lower caverns may flood, and the vicious swirling water may prove to be dangerous as there is a strong undertide ready to pull unsuspecting swimmers to their doom. Even the tide itself is powerful enough to push intruders against one cliff or another. The ocean does provide, however, plenty of food for those who brave the waters - there are many breeds of seals and sea lions, though the males that protect each of these are vicious and territorial. There are also turtles that come ashore to breed and to lay their eggs - both the adults and the eggs themselves can provide sustenance to the wolves. But they must take care - the water is deep enough to allow sharks to come to shore from the depths below. Those unwilling to venture the waves or wet their paws with the moist sand of the shore can find snakes and hares in the rocky outcroppings, but they must beware the Komodo dragon and other monitor lizards that perch upon the shore - they are swift and move in groups, not to mention they carry venom in their bite that causes immense pain, paralysis, and prevents blood clotting. This is not the land for the weak of heart or the weak at all really. This is Uyaraut - ‘The Diamond in the Rough’.

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THE MAD KING [grey, summer, open!]
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►THERE'S A BEAST IN MY BONES BEGGING TO BREAK FREE◄

Abendrot had never been a particularly "outgoing" pack.

Soldiers, burdened by duty and charged with undying loyalty to their King, did not waste time with idle conversation. Their movements through the territory were methodical, discreet, and often it would be impossible to tell by insiders whether or not Abendrot was deserted or silently preparing for war. It was a quiet kingdom . . . but never peaceful. Indeed, Kershov's military base always felt like a dangerous creature holding its breath and crouched for imminent attack. Walking its shaded halls, the Ice King sensed rather than saw the inner workings of those he called his own. That was fine. That was normal. He knew gladiators lived by the silent energy they armed their barracks with, and that was enough for their Ruler.

However, today the woods were hushed with something other than Abendrot's usual predatory focus. Kershov, who sat on an outcropping of rock overlooking the southern side of his territory, could not make his spiked hackles lay flat. A barely smothered ring of alarm sounded at the back of his already weary brain. His pack was quiet, and not because its factions were busy carrying out their individual tasks. No . . . this was a deadness. Ker's powerful cologne laced his borders just as strongly as before, yet the absence of the intermingling musks of many others seemed glaringly obvious to the frost phantom's nares. An entire castle, as beautiful and intimidating as before--and utterly empty of its subjects.

The flesh beneath Kershov's quivering pelt crawled with unease. He'd gone out of his way to steal a toy and keep his ugly inner devil occupied, and what was the point? The wolves he so dearly wanted to protect appeared to have abandoned their posts anyway.

A loud, savage roar suddenly erupted from the Kind's jaws. He leapt to his paws, straining over the edge of his throne. He called the only mercenary whose scent still threaded fresh and strong down Abendrot's hidden paths: Grey Wind.

No sooner had the dedicated soldier's title left his lips than Kershov was running, unfaltering limbs charging full speed down the configuration of stone toward the border that faced Bright Moon. Defeat and uncertainty had shackled the pallid monster when he last spoke to his trusted Beta Enigma--but those pitiful emotions showed no signs they'd ever touched Kershov as he moved, tail raised high as a battle flag and singular onyx eye glittering with vicious purpose. Why was it that Abendrot's fate always looped back around to Bright Moon? The two packs had shared in a turbulent affair between alliances and mutual hatred for as long as Kershov had risen as Alpha. At a loss for how to inspire life in his army again, Kershov supposed the best thing was to throw himself into relations with the mysterious other pack once more.

Either they'd emerge great friends and prosper . . . or Kershov would leave their border today with a war declaration in his teeth. All for the sake of shaking his soldiers awake and giving them something do do--because a military had no purpose in peace.

Kershov never paused to check if Grey Wind was with him: he simply knew. Only when the pair stood before Bright Moon's gates did the heavily panting Czar glance over at the other male and open his maw to speak.

"Have I promoted you yet? You should be Gamma, by now." The words were blunt, clipped, direct, completely obscuring the very real miasma of blind confusion that threatened to creep up on Kershov's vulnerable brain. With a squeeze of self-anger, the frigid Emperor remembered the last time he and Grey had shared a true conversation. Much had changed since the silver soldier had gone on a light spying mission to Bright Moon . . . one only needed to breathe the air and notice the new Alpha's signature to realize that. "Let's see what fun we can have with our neighboring pack, Gamma Grey Wind."



►NO SCREAMING NO SOBBING NO RUNNING FROM ME◄

【King of Abendrot – tied to Scarlet Nights – father to Kirastasia and Kavik – LSVK】



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