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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Today is a good day. Nothing but the singularity of that thought held a place within Scarlet's cranium. Not the thought of the impending war in her homelands, not the thought of the near impossible task of forging proper alliances with sister packs. Alliances that would open border, extend bloodlines and double their ranks in times of war. Scarlet knew the fate was like a coiled spring and sooner rather than later, it would either snap, or something would give way in its path. Rare sunshine dappled the lazy path the queen of Abendrot took throughout the well shaded forest.

Nights didn't really have any tasks or goals in mind, but her lithe figure rarely demanded long period of rest. She found herself frustrated and growing edgy with the lack of exercise. Kershov had asked her to stay within borders or as close to as she could and as a result, the borders were aggressively marked in all four quadrants. She could refuse him. She could disobey and be such a naughty little queen. Perhaps he would punish her. Oh dear me. The scarlet queen paused as the faint game trail she was followed, forked into three different locations. She closed her eyes and listened. The scuffle of a painful bodice on dirt pricked her ears and her paws sent her left, not any faster, but more determined and with purpose, than before. What she came upon did not startle or shock her. Blood tainted the ground around the broken brute. She watched from a fair distance as he painfully crept forward and found distasteful puddle of excrement someone has left for him, no doubt. Limbs pushed forward, exposing her russet and ivory silks from the foliage, like someone slipping off jade silk robes.

Oh my poor, poor puppet.

Her tone was nothing, if not sweet and mocking. Kershov had mentioned this creature at the pack meeting. This was her army's new chew toy. Nights walked up to him and lunged forward from his right, gripping his scruff and rolling him onto his spine in a flash, like a sack of bruised meat.

A victim should know better, submit to your master like a good puppet.

To say Scarlet was just as twisted as Kershov was an understatement. To understand her upbringing, you would need to travel back to demonican homelands and see the blood red army itself. Wolves ranked by wins, not much else. Win your fights and win your battles and be rewarded. Lose....and lose everything- including a pulse. To be a survivor of demonica meant you hadn't yet lost a battle. Scarlet regarded the broken subject before her and grinned down at him. She was playful, but kept both eyes on him, knowing even the most broken subject could lash out unexpectedly. She lunged at him, then withdrew, hoping to spark a response.

On your feet.

If and when he managed to gain his legs, she would dart in and knock him off balance, shoulder colliding to shoulder. Then she would dart away, giggling sweetly, as if it were a schoolgirl mistake. Scarlet enjoyed this game and with the sunshine, she figured to make the most of what little strength the latest chew toy had in him. The cretin in front of her had poisoned both Kershov and Halina- her new best friend it seemed. A sudden urge to make him feel pain overtook her, so she looked down at him and smiled cruelly.

Oh yes, today is a very good day.



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