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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They assembled one by one. The first two showed promise, coming in and respectfully greeting him, the next simply seemed dull and bored. Marx remembered to make his day very interesting indeed. He stunk of blood and could only be described as one who lusts after the crimson metallic liquid. Marx himself enjoyed his share of blood, but only when the moment was tense and it meant the taste of victory…or defeat. Marx knew any wolf, including himself, could be defeated. The next to arrive was Verity, a ditzy femme fatale. She wandered about strangely and after the comment on how Marx was pretty, he held back a roll of his yes and continued to survey her. A smile crept to his lips and he answered her while stalking towards her ominously. He stopped a foot short from her maw and eyed her orbs directly. Harshly.

Indeed, there are pretty wolves here, but none so ‘pretty’ as you my dear. Line up so you can keep your looks just as ‘pretty’ as they are.

Scorpio then entered the clearing and thanked him for rounding them up and Marx gave him a subtle nod. He liked the way Scorpio was to the point and ordered them to line up. He centered himself on the line, standing, his digits kneading into the firm earth, feeling the grip of his tread. He studied them silently, Crimson was attentive and seemed to possess good discipline, but did he have the skill necessary to defend his pack and territory. Autumleaf had the severe obedience that a soldier needs, but would he stand his ground against a raiding party? Burning Chaos sat there, a blank, empty expression on his features. He obviously could kill, hell, any wolf could kill- pups could kill. It was how and why that mattered the most. He took in the white ess, Verity, with her sage eyes and the small amount of blood dripping down her chin. She was so unlike Enigma, but you never know, she may have talent. Finally, he turned to Scorpio and nodded that he had finished. He added to what Scorpio had to say.

Keep in mind you have been selected as soldiers and soldiers rely on each other in the hardest of times. I don’t care if you like each other or fuck each other, but will respect each other and you will obey our commands at all times.

He looked them over once more and that his message of respect sink in. Now, for a little exercise to see who’s ready to defend the pack and who’s not. Don’t be fooled into thinking you will be allowed to patrol any border at anytime- you will have instructions and you will follow them. You will not be allowed to patrol until your deemed ready and capable to defend the pack.

Mars would not allow half trained, wild soldiers to do what they pleased on his borders. He addressed them boldly.

Verity and Crimson, I want you two to pair up, same with Chaos and Autumnleaf. Your first task is to show me you can unbalance your opponent and stay balanced on your feet at the same time. The last on his feet gets to play tag with me. Soldiers, to your positions. Don’t not start before you are told to.

He turned to Scorpio and raised a brow, silently asking if he had anything to add and letting him give the starting signal. Marx also gave him the choice of which pair he’d like to supervise in this exercise.




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