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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Paws thundered against the earth, claws slashing the fragile crust and throwing filth behind him as he galloped towards Scorpio’s howl. He didn’t sound impressed in the least and Marx had just missed a very important howl for help from Rue. He cursed himself and snarled as he ran, but his face was impassive as he slid to a halt in the meeting grounds Scorpio had called the pack’s soldiers to. His senses took in everything, the wounds, and the smell. Intruder. He cast his head to the wind and found the stench was quickly receding from the borders of Abendrot. At this realization that the intruder had escaped he let out an almighty roar at the earth and looked to his soldiers, his orbs cold and hackles raised. He trotted to Scorpio, gave him a quick nod and stopped ignoring the bruised soldiers and spoke up.

What in the blue FUCK has happened? I can smell the gist, but can someone tell me why we aren’t roasting the son of a bitch right now?

He looked at Scorpio for a briefing, but leant an ear towards his soldiers to see if they had anything worthy to say. His slate eyes now on Scorpio for a full explanation.

Commander?




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