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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And what a prize you'll be, I thought to myself as I launched at the fawn. It's neck tasted like ecstacy on my tongue and the blood gushed down my throat like aged wine. The fawn goes down within minutes and it's over so fast, the mother doesn't even think to challenge for it. With a snort and a huff in my direction, she takes off as I gnash my jaws in her direction. That's right, run. Slashing my tail against my flanks in finality, I grasp the back of the fawn's neck and start dragging. There's one guess where I'm headed.

One sniff of the borders when I get close is enough to tell me the ice king is up and about. My tail lashes against my side once more, hackles still raised in warning to any who would dare to think they can steal my prize. I hear the call of Kershov and my skin ripples with anticipation. Good, I'll have someone to share my kill with. I drag the carcass through the territory. It's no race by any means but it's not entirely slow either. It's not long before I can make out the silhouettes of three wolves up ahead.

I know the one in the middle as none other than the king himself, standing tall and proud as he should be. The feminine one at his side could be none other than his ice queen, the self appointed Scarlet Nights who I have yet to make an opinion of. Another female figure smells of chaos and old wounds but at least she's here so she must be dedicated. I wonder vaguely what brought on those wounds. Was she just playing around asking for it or did she actually do something of note? Maybe someone of worth to seek out later.

And a strange male figure to top it all off, standing off to the side, sizing Kershov himself up like he doesn't know what to make of him. Must be new. Oh goody. I drag my corpse right into the middle of the crowd, depositing it at Kershov's feet.

"Enjoy."

I practically purr, eying him and then Scarlet before I stride over to the wolf known as Amias. Circling him, I move up beside him and take a seat, leaning my head down to clean the blood from my chest.



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