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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Wolf in Sheep's Skin
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Posted on July 24, 2015 at 07:55:43 PM by Draven

Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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His orbs rolled upward as a voice thundered above her, threatening as its sickly sweet words dripped down her auds. Oh my poor, poor puppet. Draven sighed in relief, for he did not recognize it as Kershov. No one could hurt him the way the Ice King did. And so he chuckled. It hurt with each guffaw, but it was worth it. "Did I wear out the Ice King? Did he send his lackey in his stead?" He mocked the femme, not knowing how fatal of a flaw he had made. He continued to laugh even as she grasped his scruff and tugged suddenly, flipping him onto his back. Was she going to kill him? It would be a sweet, sweet release. Kershov would be stripped of his plaything, and he would join Halina in the underworld and torment her for all of eternity. A victim should know better, submit to your master like a good puppet. He shook with laughter once more. "You are not my master, I have no master. I am simply the wolf who killed one of Kershov's precious playthings. Anything he did to me cannot strip me of the joy I felt when I killed Halina. When I sentenced her to a slow, painful death. And you, you pretty miss, you cannot do anything to me that will come anywhere close to what the King has done. "

Draven's chuckled slowed until he fell silent. The fae was smiling down upon him, but suddenly lunged at him, biting his flesh and drawing blood. On your feet. Something in the way she looked at him made him pause his tongue and his cheerfulness. "Who...who are you?" She simply stared at him, and slowly he rolled back onto his stomach, and tried to rise to his pads, but she immediately rammed into him, sending him sprawling to the growling. A cry was pulled from his maw involuntarily and tears were brought to his orbs. She giggled at his pain, and he realized that he had made a very fatal assumption... that Halina was dead. For Draven had also bit Kershov... and yet the Ice King had been torturing him for days on end. How was it... that Kershov was alive. "Halina... she is dead isn't she?"

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