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
IP: 66.85.204.225
Posted on August 10, 2017 at 02:01:26 AM by Harlow

It is amazing the sounds and the scents that are there to notice if only a wolf will take the time to focus on the world around him. When the evening air grew still, silent, as his low howl faded into the distant trees, Harlow noticed them. The sounds had grown relatively silent in the immediate vicinity, the creatures nearest to him rightfully wary of the howl of a hunter. The night was his time, a time that he could thread through the shadowed forest with hardly a whisper of sound. He could be swift and silent as he tracked his prey with near effortless ease; and he could certainly be deadly to the unsuspecting creatures were they not careful and wise. Perhaps the silence was an indicator that they knew this too, he considered with wry humor.

However it was not for the forest prey that he listened or scented the shifting air for, waiting for any signs that his howl had been heeded. It was a few long moments before he heard anything and then it was only faint rustles in the surrounding trees that could have easily been a small animal but as an oddly marked ebony and ivory wolf approached him from the front only moments later, he began to suspect otherwise. Harlow bristled slightly, though he had half-expected the stranger, it was more of an instinctive reflex than anything at coming face to face with an unfamiliar wolf... and not a move of aggression, but of preparation for the unknown. It was evident now that the paler-coated wolf was male and appeared larger in size than Harlow himself, give or take - an important observation for Harlow should the two of them come to blows. Sharp yellow-orange eyes study the stranger critically in the ghastly lighting, sizing him up and taking particular notice in the manner that he presented himself. There appeared to be no immediate outward sign upon first glance to indicate any aggression or ill-will from the black and white male, but appearances were sometimes deceiving. Harlow's deep lobed ears press further forward when the other wolf spoke. "Greetings." The black wolf's voice was low and smooth, neither exceptionally deep or pitched. His tone was nearly as neutral as his howl had been, though there was a trace of curiosity there and in the attentive way that his eyes still followed the movements of the male with intent, assessing interest, as if unsure what to make of him. Harlow's tail remained poised and stiff behind him in his indecision. "I heard your howl." He stated simply, still watching the bi-colored wolf meaningfully - for usually there was a reason a wolf called others to them like this.

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

Played By: Tikki

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