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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Marx was growing more furious by the minute that no soldiers turned up. Well, if they didn’t come to him, he’d hunt them down and make them sorry they ever volunteered for his ranks. He stopped himself raising a brow when AutumnLeaf said he didn’t think he deserved it, but simply seemed to ignore that statement, as he didn’t seem bothered by the fact. Marx nodded curtly at him asking a question, what his soldiers would come to understand is that they could trust Marx and even ask him for favors if they pleased.

Known pack wolves are those that are known to belong to a pack. I want you to learn all you can about the other packs, who their alphas are and even their betas. Once you know the scent of a particular pack, you can identify most wolven from that pack, unless they haven’t returned to their own borders in weeks.

Marx looked to the sky, seeing more time than he had realized had passed.

I must go now, call for me when you have your first report after seven days have passed or if something needs my attention.

Marx nodded respectfully to the brute and thought he might like to create a signal between his soldiers to identify them easily. He sped away, gone like the grey mist that often found itself wrapped around Abendrot.




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