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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It had always been unlikely the alpha would ignore his call; he rarely called upon Kershov himself, preferring to send messages through his soldiers or through Scorpio. Speaking of his paired commander, who he hadn’t seen in many weeks, where the hell had he gone? Marx questioned those thoughts, as he knew Enigma had probably thought that at least once a day for some time-about him. Scorpio could come and go, but so would the respect Marx held for him. Marx looked up as his royal self entered the small clearing, the ivory robes following him in ripples and waves. Marx shook himself and walked towards Kershov, so that they met in the middle. The dappled sunlight danced across the ground, manipulated by the swaying branches that clawed briefly into the middle of the clearing above them.

Good day, my king.

Marx paused, almost awkwardly, but his thoughts remained clear and focused.

I’ve had an idea of sorts for making sure I have soldiers that can defend themselves and the pack before I grant them free leave to do so. I propose a dueling situation of sorts, one wolf against another. Winners go to border patrol for several weeks while I… train the more unfortunate wolves.

Now came the reason he needed the alpha’s permission.

The wolves who don’t pass my training, I will have no use for. I need to know whether you want them gone or pointed towards another section of our pack.

Marx had originally intended for the fights to be to the death, but that would halve the solider stock, no doubt and injure the better half. Marx had run it over and over in his mind, he refused to give missions to wolves who weren’t capable of proving themselves. Marx glanced at Kershov’s scarred face once, watching him take it in, wondering if he was surprising the king with just how determined he was to only have the remaining soldiers be the best. He awaited Kershov’s answer, wondering if he’d command Marx to tear out their throats if they did not pass training.

How’s that for an incentive?





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