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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THE NIGHTMARE QUEEN
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I'm your worst n i g h t m a r e



Hormones plagued her every day. Sweeping madness and raging kindness tilted the fae both on ad off kilter, one hitting, only to have the next unconscionable feeling take over. Banner carried high, she trotted irritable and sore through her terra, looking for a quiet place. The problem was- no place was quiet, everywhere she went, little parasites stuck with her, kicking her in the ribs and painfully compressing her organs until she felt like bursting. She slowed as she neared the border and went into a hunter's crouch, a scent drifting to her nares distracting her from her current problems. Nights traipsed through the emerald foliage, silent and deadly. The scent was unfamiliar to her but movement made her freeze and lower herself into cover. A young fae moved into a thicket and lay down, but did not go to sleep. Nights unfolded her ears and the pricked at slight rustles she made. So very young.

Can't sleep, love?

Scarlet spoke, then uncovered herself from the thick tangle of her cover, sliding out of the bush like smoke, he bodice was well muscled and strong, but her abdomen was clearly carrying more than a few good meals. The pups twitched inside her instinctively at the sound of her voice, but she ignored them and awaited the crimson fae's reply. Scarlet sat and beckoned the fox out into the open, estranged she hadn't met their latest pretty little recruit. She patted the earth with her paw in a motion for the fae to come and wore her best 'friendly' smile, even though her over sharp canines always exposed themselves anyway and made even her most cheerful face look sinister. The creme and scarlet bitch saw potential in the youngster in front of her and she had Marx's scent strongly on her- aha, her little mocking jay had begun to take another under his wing and train her to succeed where he failed.
Scarlet had a hard time holding back a smirk at the thought of a wolf succeeding Marx lately.

I believe I am in the rare circumstance to not know one of my own subjects. How rude of me. Darling, I am Scarlet Nights, your queen. Who might you be?

The regal assassin tilted her head, awaiting her response. Howls echoed throughout the pack as the conversed. Abendrot was flourishing currently, more active than it had been in months and soon they would grow exponentially with the addition of pups born, sired by Kershov, from Scarlet herself. A most pure bloodline, but Nights wondered if they would be what she expected- would they combine the best traits of her and Kershov...or would they be a combination of the worst that the alphas of Abendrot had to offer. Whether or not they were angels or daemons, they would be weapons of destruction- they would be the new life this pack needed to become everything Nights wanted it to be.
A force to be reckoned with.



Come to l i f e

||Scarlet Nights|| ||Empress of Abendrot|| ||Chained to Kershov|| ||Doughnut||



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