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 September 16, 2017 at 05:51:02 PM by Harlow

The smoky black wolf regarded this larger male with subdued and critical interest, both intrigued and perplexed that the other should be surprised that his howl had been answered. How could one not expect to draw others to him when they howled? But Harlow could only speak for himself and merely squinted slightly in his lack of understanding and disagreement, but held his tongue as the male paused a moment before continuing again. Harlow couldn't help but tense his muscles just a bit when the other took a curious step forward; it was simple reflex fueled by his uncertainty of this still stranger. "You are correct." Harlow returned in a level tone, sharp saffron eyes watching the male closely. He wasn't hesitant to admit that he did not have the support of a pack to back him if things went wrong, for he was confident enough that he could handle himself if that truly happened - the key word being if. Though he was not quite sure what to make of this bi-colored wolf, Harlow did not believe at this time that it would come to that.

Upon the mention of the other wolf's purpose here, the dark-coated male cast a surveying glance across the land around them - through the fog and the trees towards the direction where he had indicated there to be rocky plains. Harlow had indeed caught the faint remnants of lingering scents that hinted at this land's bloody past - for he had always been gifted with a keener than average sense of smell. He could not even fathom to guess what had occurred here, but he knew that something had, for not even the most dedicated of wolves could entirely erase such scents without the aid of time.

Harlow eyed the other male as he sat, but chose to remain standing. The stranger said the most curious thing next however - he offered Harlow a place to stay under his rule. So his intent was to start a pack after all. Yet the bored expression in which the bi-colored wolf extended the invitation did not sit well with Harlow and in return, Harlow offered a dubious expression of his own. He was silent just a few seconds - considering the fact that he had been searching for the companionship of others for some time now with little luck - before he decided what to say. "I'll tell you what... if you can find enough others willing to follow you and form the core of your pack, I will follow their suit and join you as well." Of course Harlow had his doubts that this would be possible, but he could not see himself supporting this wolf alone.

He no sooner than uttered those words when the quiet approach of another across the earth earned his attention and he turned his head to spy the pale colored femme picking her way to a cautious distance away from the two of them. Onai she called herself. Harlow studied her in open curiosity, trying to curb the slightly reproachful expression he regarded her with. But that look was harder to restrain with the arrival of yet another wolf. The second was another snowy femme, but with eyes of an icy blue to contrast with the sunny gold of the first's eyes. There was a difference in Onai and Weiss' choice of approaches and though he was a mite disappointed in their arrivals and willingness to contribute to male's apparent pack, he still found himself curious of them - enough so that, for a brief moment, they held his full attention.

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

Played By: Tikki

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