<small> don't expect roses on your gravesite </small>

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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don't expect roses on your gravesite
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Posted on October 18, 2012 at 11:13:28 AM by Marx

Ebony and slate limbs gracefully stretched out as the commander finished taking a nap. He would soon call his troops and have another training session- whether they were ready or not. He would be ruthless to them, not leaving much left unraveled in their minds and bodies. They would be the perfection he craved and he used this to keep his mind off the ivory sleek fae that had troubled his mind recently. Oh Enigma, you devil�s toy, you witches craft, you cunning charm. Marx sighed, but not from boyhood adoration, but simply a resignation of that it would probably take forever to gain her trust back at this rate, of course deep down he knew he wanted more. Nothing would come before solid trust and he understood this like he understood the new scent from the border. His limbs were padding there before he realized it and on spotting the female, his mask became a sly, charmful with that was mixed with some true gentleman qualities. He stopped near three feet form the vixen and inhaled a deep scent of the wooded jungle and nothing more. A loner? Wanting nothing more than entry for herself and her pups? Not many came to this pack for that, however a few had been accepted�and a few had been taken hostage.

Kershov needed new soldiers from somewhere. Allowing one pregnant fae safety had the ability to pay them back more than triple in the coming years. Marx made a mental note to gather a hunting party. Only just recently had the last litter been born and there were many hungry mouths to feed, including his belly. His tongue drew out and wiped across ivory kissers and briefly chuckled before addressing the dear lady.

My my, I would ask if you were looking for a good time�but it appears someone has beaten me to it. Which begs the question, why are you here?

Humour danced through his tones, although his features were serious enough to make her question whether it was simple courtesies or was he playing a more dangerous game. Perhaps it was an underhand way of telling her she was a possible threat, just because she was in pup didn�t make her less of a threat- in fact, it could mean the opposite. A recent break in border security had Marx on edge and this fae was getting the nicer end of what Sir Marx felt like giving out.

M A R X
Don't come to my party with no invite

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Replies:

secrets are a girls best friend - By Minaj October 19, 2012 at 04:04:02 AM
Re(1): secrets are a girls best friend - By Marx October 19, 2012 at 10:19:06 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 20, 2012 at 02:12:58 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 20, 2012 at 05:13:35 PM
the reaper - By Minaj October 21, 2012 at 10:07:46 AM
don't be such a sore LOSER - By Marx October 21, 2012 at 12:08:35 PM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 22, 2012 at 00:28:15 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV October 24, 2012 at 02:18:01 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma October 27, 2012 at 02:12:39 PM

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