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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Russet, tan and silk rippled closely together as she bounded. Nights was a creature of opportunity and as a snarl ripped through the air, she leapt into the situation. Landing squarely on the edge of the stream, a growl rumbled from the maw. Marx turned, his ears flattening, taking a shaky step back from what he was no doubt about to do. Scarlet stepped forward, no hesitation, flag raised high. The queen of Abendrot strode over to Marx, every step of hers, meaning he backed away one more- he wasn't afraid of her, but after their little field trip together, he knew she was more than capable of putting him in his place. Spine tense, hackles lifted, her spoke broke out, sweet, but firm.
The voice of a leader.

You were leaving. Now.

The huntress watched as he backed away a further fifteen steps before turning and trotting off- not looking back once. She watched him go and felt the extra presence in the air- Kenshin. No doubt he was ready to step in, but he was no longer needed- nor would he be. Warm amber eyes met Kobato's and she dipped her skull slightly, but did not speak up. Scarlet left the water, shook off and looked over her shoulder. She smiled at Kobato- over sharp canines accidentally exposing themselves and beckoned her to follow, then turned and pushed onto a game trail- sure that the doe would follow. Hoof beats from Marx faded into the distance as he sped up and put more distance between him and herself. Once Kobato caught up to her, she glanced at the light colored fae and struck up a conversation.

Kobato, right? Pleased to finally meet you.

Scarlet maneuvered so she was leading Kobato- after a couple of minutes, they broke into a small, sheltered glen. A peaceful, kind spot in the midst of the nightmarish Abendrot. Scarlet liked to meet Kershov here and didn't allow others to enter- until now. She led Kobato to a plump, dead rabbit, which Scarlet had been about to snack on before she heard the almost scuffle between Kobato and Marx. Scarlet spoke up, her tone light, but direct. She lay on the grass, stretched out, about three meters from Kobato and her meal. Her eyes met Kobato's as she spoke and then she went back to grooming Draven's blood from her fur. He had proven more resilient than first expected, but would not likely last many more days within the pack. It was a fatal mistake to attack one of Scarlet's own.

Go ahead. You must be hungry..however I can understand a lack of appetite after dealing with Marx- he can be.....he didn't touch you, did her?

She sighed, as if to suggest even comprehending what Marx could be was exhausting in itself. A overtone of protectiveness mixed itself into her voice. She finished grooming and looked forward to learning about her new guest. However, she gave her plenty of time to finish her meal in the dappled sunlight of her private glen.
We have all day.

Join me, the grass is rather comfy in here.

As if to prove her words, she rolled onto her spine in and waved all four limbs appealingly in the air.
A chuckle escaped her maw, playful and content.



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