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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Fire Cannot Kill A Dragon





She sighed, looking down at the paws. She could see her enlarged stomach, feeling the movement inside as the dragons kicked. The Dragoness sat there, thinking to herself of what she could even call these spawns that Drogo planted inside of her, the children she'd bare. The ones who'd help her win her throne. They needed names. She gave a small smile to the ground. Drogon. After Khal Drogo. Rhaegal. After her brother, Rhaegar, who died in war, before Daenerys herself was born. And the last. Viserion, after her brother Viserys.

He was a very angry man. All she wanted was to go home, but apparently in order to do that she was to be sold. She sighed and tilted her head up, the sound of footsteps approaching her set her on alert. She found herself before a rather large gray wolf. ”I am Grey Wind, Alpha of Abendrot. What brings you to my pack?” She grinned. He was the Stark she knew resided here. "You're of House Stark, aren't you?" Her accent held thickly to her words. "My dear, do you not know who I am? I had hoped yout recognize me by the stories coming forth. For I know you." She grinned at him.

Her arctic blue eyes watched him carefully, she sat on her rump. Her massive body still holding tall and proud. "I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. The first of my name. Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms. Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Queen of Meereen. And soon to be the Mother of Dragons." She spoke. "I've been searching for you. I have a an arrangement in mind."







"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|
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