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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just a slave unto the night
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Posted on August 6, 2017 at 06:25:06 PM by Harlow

Life. The forest absolutely teemed with it this summer just as it did the previous four years that the obsidian male had witnessed. The abundance of it was blatantly clear in every sense possible - from the cheery tunes sang by colorful songbirds, the wide assortment of undergrowth growing in sunlight shining through the lush canopy of leaves, and to the plethora of floral and earthy aromas lingering heavily on the air. Harlow could literally feel the energy of the forest buzzing around him as it flourished under the summer sun; it reverberated through his veins and seeped into his bones, leaving him with a wild restlessness that he'd yet to satisfy thus far. His paws ached to run - to duck and weave throughout the great trees of the unfamiliar simply for the thrill of it - but where would he run? Who would run with him? Though he was a loner, wolves were naturally pack animals, and Harlow did not lack the instinctive yearning for company - in fact, the longing had grown into more of a need as of late, a hunger that demanded to be fed just as his grumbling stomach often did.

The world around the wolf had melded and evolved with the coming and going of the seasons, in a cycle of constant change; yet Harlow felt trapped amidst it all. His life remained stagnant and regrettably unchanged except for the simple fact that he inescapably grew another year older. It grated at his conscience, weighing heavily on his mind with every passing night and day as he roamed wherever his paws would lead him. Just as in the world around him rising into the prime of summer; Harlow could feel a similar energy within himself. He was in the prime of his life, and what did he have to show for it? Nothing, nothing at all. That mindset and restless energy drove him this afternoon to venture into unfamiliar areas of the forest; he needed something to change in his life, needed some direction... and opportunity.

The light of the bright summer sun was fading quickly and the dusk cast the forest and undergrowth into a world of shadows and dim light. Even as the daytime cacophony of songbirds and insects quieted with the setting sun, another part of the forest seemed to awaken. The nocturnal creatures of the forest stirred about on their nightly routines, crickets began to chirp, and the wolfen shadow with brilliant saffron eyes set out on his mission. Through the gloomy light, the forest extended in all directions around the male, and though he eyed the trees speculatively, it was his constantly flicking ears and his nose held low to the ground that guided him along in an extended trot. He continued like this for a while, snuffling and snorting, especially upon crossing the scent of a nearby fox hunting a hare. The scent of prey and the prospect of spoiling the fox's hunt was all too tempting, but at almost the exact same instant, Harlow froze, coming to an abrupt and unexpected halt. The winds had shifted, just barely, for only a moment - bringing to his sharp nose the scent of something else...someone else. His tail straightened to a position level with his back and he stood rigidly, poised at attention with deep-lobed ears pressed forward at in the general direction he presumed the scent had come from. But just like that the breeze shifted again, carrying the scent of the unfamiliar wolf away. Undecided, Harlow held his ground and pose for several long moments waiting for the winds to shift back to his favor, yet they did not. However, only a moment or so passed before a loud howl rang throughout the forested land, to be heard by creatures small and large for miles around.

Harlow rose further to attention, eyes widened in the dim light with this potential for encountering another wolf. He had not come this close to another in some time and the possibility of coming face to face with another of his kind seemed surreal. Though a part of him was intensely curious of who this stranger could be, the ebony male remained alert and rooted in place - instead, Harlow extended his maw forward and let loose a low dulcet and neutral howl, a simple reply to announce his presence and a test to see if this other wolf sought company. His sharp nose told him that this was a pack's land and the strength of this wolf's scent had told him that he was one of the pack, but why had he only caught one fresh scent and not many? Harlow was silent, contemplating this and waiting, all senses trained ahead and waiting - he would let the stranger make the next move, whatever that may be.

Loyal to none – Mated to none – Five years of age

Played By: Tikki

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