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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Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Every fiber of his being just wanted to unleash the lust and want towards the ess that has just wrapped her close to him. Like a thunderhead about to burst with precipitation, the feeling of her was electric and made him bristle with its static potential. He smiled, eyes closed, at her voice in his right bell. She was absolutely right, she had waited what had seemed an eternity to Marx to hear those words, a declaration, most of all, the truth. For many moons Marx had been simply too terrified to tell Enigma the truth, how was that for a laugh? Marx, the silent, mysterious cutthroat soldier of Abendrot, now High Commander, was scared of the idea of love. Wars, battles, unnumbered by foes, injuries from hunting, losing his only brother and family years ago- it seemed nature had finally given Marx a weakness. Throughout his life, no matter how tough, reckless, fierce he was, deep down he nothing more than a loyal protector of what he loved. Most recently he’d fooled himself into believing that he loved nothing more than the authority and his place in the Abendrot army….but there was more to it. He loved Enigma, he couldn’t deny that simple fact any longer, no matter how hard he ran away or fought it off.

only miss your lover when you let her go

He had ran, physically ran, from Abendrot, knowing it wouldn’t be easy or perhaps even possible to come back. He’d accepted what was once his home to become his prison and then to become part of the army of Kershov. The ebony and sliver fox mused over this, finally realizing it wasn’t himself he was trying to prove his worth to any longer, it was Enigma. The ivory, black-banded bandit had stolen a part of him; call it his heart, his spirit, his soul, call it whatever you want. Something was missing and right now, right this moment, it felt like it fluttered back into his fold on repaired wings.

…good?

His voice cracked and he cleared it, more confidence and volume sneaking into his lyrics, however, he turned his head so they were eye to eye. His snout nuzzled her ear, then neck.

My dear Enigma, good is an understatement if there ever was one.

He traced invisible lines with his snout up her neck, over her jugular and stopped where her black scars and ivory kissers started. His tongue gently lapped the bottom of her chin, before he stood up straight and elongated his head and neck out over the back of her neck to curl it around her loosely. He gently pulled her into an embrace as the clouds finally burst with their wet raindrops, which started to relentlessly pelt them. Marx didn’t care about Abendrot’s persistent rains right now.

..there are no words to describe how I feel about you.





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