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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TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT [JOINING :: OPEN]
IP: 172.56.35.224
Posted on January 17, 2016 at 08:14:56 PM by AMBROSIA

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True Friends Stab You In The Front!

Alone. She was a run away from her murderous father. She was weaned off of her dead mother's milk and well old enough to hunt at least small animals. The winter was cold but with little snow. Her pelt was thick but the winds were bone chilling when they picked up. She was different. She wasn't just headstrong and sharp tongued, she was strong. Her young body was equipped with muscles in all aspects.

She wasn't just different from the wolves in her pack - she was unique. Her pelt was covered in a light brown base, black large stripes came down her sides and neck from her darker shaded spine. Under her stomach was a lighter creme. Her orbs consisted of the same shade of an unearthed emerald. Yes, she was different from her family, her old pack. No, she didn't have a family anymore. She didn't need one. He had taken them away, he had taken mothers life. He had killed her. And She had killed him.

She was different. She was strong. Yet she just want something different in life. Wolves who would be around her for her, a pack. She didn't care much if they were pleased with her or not. She would discard any rude statments. Her swords were bloodied as she carried carried a hare from out of the trees line. Here she stood before the borders of a pack that reaked. She felt somewhat safe here however. Her small crown twisted upward after she set her meal down at her paws as she called for anyone to answer her want to be accepted.




"I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you, 'cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you!"





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