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 felt like years had passed, when the reality was much shorter. What was the saying? Time flies when your having fun. The nightmare crept through the woods she had come to know so well it didn't matter if she lost her eyesight in her next duel- Abendrot had become as much a part of her as her demonican background. Her liquid pale amber orbs shone in the shady woods, russet and scarlet contouring her ivory and cream bodice as it slipped from shadow to shadow. Tan plashed legs trotted along a familiar path, but a call rang out and no hesitation was made as they broke away from her path, choosing the quickest course to her king. She had been on the outreach of the pack lands, no wolfs land, it was called, the borders where newcomers lay waiting for safe passage or in this packs case, certain death.

Legs outstretched and pushed off from a boulder, allowing her to leap an old fallen tree she took many a nap on. The clearing was a well known meeting place. It took her minutes, two, maybe close to three, she had been doing quite a few runs lately. If she didn't burn energy, she would kill and her temper was discriminatory to whether you were included in the pack or not. Nights was a disastrous time bomb and she knew her king loved it about her.

I do believe I find myself late.

Her voice rang out as she approached the clearing, directing it the trio of wolves already gathered. A fae and a brute, the fae was rather in bad form and looked like someone had taken her for a chew toy. Scarlet passed her eye over both of them, her tail curling over her spine like a scorpions weapon, her lip twitching, fang flashing. It wasn't an aggressive display- it was simply who Nights was. She wasn't one for bullshit and she hadn't met these wolves before- the brute looked familiar, but wasn't acquainted to her in any way. She caught his eye as she slipped past, uncomfortably close to him, fur brushing fur. Perhaps, we can change that later.

Her eyes passed over the fae and noted her obvious pain, along with a tender seething anger vibe. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bush. Other than minor glances, her orbs stayed trainer on the king himself and she slid right past him and circled, rubbing her length down his, intertwining scents and refreshing old ones. She wasn't as tall as her lover, so her head fit easily under his chin as her shoulder pressed into the ice carved chest. The scarlet on her coat was brighter today, a fresh newcomer on the borders now hung in a tree by one of his back legs. Kershov liked decorations- Nights thought she'd give it a try, but it turned out she lacked creativity once his heart stopped beating.
Pity, he begged so sweetly.

My love. You must punish such bad behavior.

Her tone was monotone,m but sickly sweet- like a sugar trap for bee's. She intended to lure, trap and use him every way she knew how- it had been too long since they had a moment alone and the thought alone sent a quiver down her spine. She considered killing the subordinates right then and there, just for the damn privacy, but for now she would behave...unless they give me a reason.

My lovelies. I don't believe we have been aquainted- my name is Scarlet Nights.

The name explains all. Bow to your queen.



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