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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If you go out in the woods today [Scorpio, Crimson, Burning Chaos/ other soldiers ]
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Sliver and ebony robes ripped over steely bands of muscle. The new scar on his snout wrecked his good looks, but he still had his gentleman charm and decent looks. His slate grey eyes cast over the clearing that bottomed slightly into a crater and smiled, exposing his tools of the trade. A bold, strong howl cast across the Abendrot lands, dark and twisted and calling, calling for the soldiers of Abendrot. Calling for Scorpio, Crimson, Burning Chaos, Verity and Autumn Leaf. Scorpio was Head Soldier with him and shared his rank and he had newfound respect for the male whom he’d only had brief interactions with. Marx trotted into the middle of the shallow pit and waited upon the arrivals of his new trainee’s. Scenting the air and found no one hurrying, he snarled and thought of Enigma. The wolf now one rank above him, gosh, did that mean Kershov liked Marx now?

As if, that wolf was about as plushy as Marx’s parents. Who were in the frozen, cold ground as of years since past. He was a wolf with no one, an orphan with no lover, however, he didn’t see it as a bad thing. He’d come to love certain wolves in his lifetime and when they left, they only took parts of him with them. He knew he loved Enigma, but if he didn’t show it, it didn’t count, right? He shook his head and started to pace, agitated his comrades may keep their new commander waiting. They would have him to answer to when they turned up late.

I. AM. YOUR. COMMANDER.




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