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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I Will Take What Is Mine With Fire & Blood [Grey Wind]
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Fire Cannot Kill A Dragon





The winter came to an end, snow melting around her and causing the earth to grow to mud. Yet she still trudged on, pregnant and all. Her belly was large and it was nearly time to give birth. Only a matter of time until her dragons were to be born and she couldn't be happier. Though her marriage to Drogo was not wanted at first on her behalf she came to love him dearly. Viserys, her brother, sold her to The Hoard as they called themselves. He only sought to gain an army and take the throne for himself, but he was not the true dragon. For he didn't have heart. For he didn't live like fire.

She rose with her new mate, her love, her Sun and Stars. They claimed land, their Hoard grew, but then so did an up raising want for the title of Khal. She was Khaleesi. She was the Queen. But without her King, she was nothing unless she stayed with The Hoard. Drogo was slain and The Hoard moved on as the pregnant Khaleesi mourned his death. She lost them, but she knew of a place where maybe she could start an alliance. She set out for long nights, trugging to find him. Whispers of her surely got to him by now as they had gotten to her. She stiffened a sigh as she felt herself out of breath.

Yet she was here at last. She smelled a strong scent, could it be his? She gave a small grin, her head being thrown back. Her arctics closed and the swirl branding around her eye showed all of who she was. Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. The last Targaryen. She called forth Grey Wind, hoping he'd see to her immediately and compromise some sort alliance and possibly let her stay until her pups were able to walk and feed. Her head fell back down and her orbs opened to wait, her massive body standing tall and proud.






"All men must die, but we are not men."






Daenerys

|Adult|Queen Dragoness|House Targaryen|Lover|Children|Home|
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|Unburnt Queen of the Andals|The Rhovnar|Of the First Men Queen of Meereen|Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea|Breaker of Chains|Mother of Dragons|
-Metalhead-


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