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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I can definitely sense something is off with Kershov but he seems to recover far too quickly to make me fully believe it. sure, I'll play along and let him create his stories of fairy tales and butterflies but we both know he's deeply troubled. I just wish he would be honest with me. No one knows better than me that nothing on this earth will make him cahnge his mind once he's decided something and I know without trying he won't tell me the truth even if I beg. He's desperate to save me and though I appreciate it on another level, I wish he would let me handle it with him. He takes on too much by himself.

I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes when he throws out words of flattery, a distraction from the real issue, no doubt. I move forward, rubbing against his chest as I look up at him.

"Abendrot would be nothing without you, Kershov. It may need fighters but there are no fighters if you don't have the right king to rule."

He looks up at me and something in his eyes falters. I wonder for a second if I truly managed to get past the bullshit and see something real but something tells me that's only wishful thinking. My face softens at his words though. How can he say that? That he's been neglectful of the pack? His sigh shakes me to the core. At his words, I tilt my head, contemplating for a minute before I move in closer, picking my head up to whisper in his ear.

"Is that an open invitation, Kershov? Cause I'd love to see how you handle being on the other end of your own torture."



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