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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SOMEWHERE IN THE DISTANCE..

She felt his presence even before he spoke. It was like a comforting mist, mixed with a damp fog of regret that followed him and that threatened to smother her. She was facing away from him when he approached and she didn't turn to face him. His voice came out like the lightening against the rain and she fought to justify why she hadn't sought out her mate in their own terra. Part of it is that she didn't want to admit her current condition and part was guilt for leaving when she knew leaving wouldn't solve the problem. Scarlet was exhausted and had barely slept lately- which was probably why she was so friendly to Kobato after being so hateful towards Draven. She tore that brute new one and then offered Kobato friendship. I clearly need my head examined. Kershov's words broke up like mist n her mind. Yes, she'd been active, yes she'd been doing her duty- but it was still no excuse for ignoring her king. Scarlet tensed her jaw, refusing to apologize for who she was.

Let's talk.

The subtle sound of his paws compressing the earth was all the encouragement the seductress needed. A blend of ivory and tan whirled and launched directly at him, jaws wide, snarl escaping her throat. She knew it was futile, Kershov was bigger, stronger and on the whole, a better fighter- but Nights was determined to show him that even at her worst, she would not sit down and take a lecture. She would fight him as long as need be, until she couldn't anymore. Most wolves would not understand the concept of their relationship- complicated didn't scratch the surface of their rendezvous. She collided with him, jaws reaching for the soft folds of skin and preparing to ensnare them in her pearly whites. She would hold on and batter her forelimbs against him, both trying to fight him off and be close to him at the same time. Eventually she had to let go, whether he broke her off like a icicle from a cave roof or she lost grip in a counter maneuv69-er. She landed hard- too hard. Regaining her feet was easy, but her vision swayed and blurred, she tried to focus on the large white object that was Kershov, but it became increasingly difficult the more she tried. She focused on the ground and chuckled, a dark, twisted sound. A sound that couldn't be compared with a sane individual.

Love you too, darling.

Ever watch two magnets and be amazed how on one side they can be so consuming, so attracted that they will rush anything in their path, provided they are powerful enough, to be together. The laws of attraction were more than skin deep, but written into the fabric of nature itself. Yet, if you observed the same magnets on opposite ends, they couldn't be forced together with all the strength and determination in the world. Kershov was like a magnet to her and she couldn't help but crush everything around her just to be with him. Yet, when she had him, she literally rebounded off him like a magnetic force. It was a fascinating ride, the attraction, the revulsion of herself for being so madly in love she couldn't help but want nothing to stand in their way ever again. Scarlet waited for his next approach, but quickly changed her mind and charged him again, no attempt to fake a right or left, she was a bull in a china shop and Ker was the most previous china of all. She attempted to plow him, sweep him off his feet and land on top of him, if successful, she would sink her fangs into his chest- the part of him she loved secondmost. As quickly as she attempted to injure him, she traced her tongue along his jawline, caressing it softly, feeling the grooves and ripples caused by the scar tissue that lay there.

His vision settling from the head blow, she jumped left and cleared a good meter or so distance between the two snarling lovers. Scarlet spun and in doing in, lost equilibrium. The earth seemed to roll beneath her paws and she drastically tried to find grip on the sloping ground and failed. The impact of her bodice hitting the ground partially knocked the wind from her and she lay there gasping, trying to right the swirling blackness at the edges of her vision. She snarled again, more to keep herself awake than anything else, but didn't move an inch. Nothing was broken, but exhaustion had eventually taken its toll on her. She hadn't eaten anything substantial in three weeks, she knew this was wrong, but the fear of what was coming- that was stronger than any instinct she previously harbored. The scuffle with Marx had taken a lot of strength and had he rebelled, she would not have known the outcome of the fight- good thing Marx was Kershov's good little pet and always did as daddy said.

Kershov.

The name rolled off her tongue with a content tone, her eyes blinked and snow threatened to blind her in a too white blizzard within her mind. She swallowed, licked her dry lips and tried to speak again. Such weakness shown by Scarlet was humiliating, but more than that, it was purely weak. She'd never been weak a day in her life- nor had she feared what the future would bring. She locked gaze with Kershov and spoke up, a lick of playfulness in her tone.

We are not alone in this any more. You have...we have...

Scarlet stood, her vision cleared and she looked at him. Mentally, she was screaming so hard her breaths were becoming labored, inside was a dark monster begging to be set free, but she kept it down, controlled- somewhat. Only Kershov would be allowed to see her at her near breaking point. Scarlet started to sway again violently and her last thought was of the ice carved chest that she loved and how it would catch her. Blackness claimed her and she was unconscious before she had a chance to hit the ground again.

Whether it did or not, was another question.

...THERE'S A VOICE THAT CALLS " REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE"....




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