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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No one questioned his order. It wasn’t the most valiant choice to run from the floodwaters, but Marx knew that trying to fight this battle would result in lives lost. Who knows how many of Abendrot might be in trouble- it was difficult to tell as older members had disappeared and there were at least three members here unknown to him. He saw Autumnleaf’s hesitation and knew the brute didn’t like the option of running from his problems. There are some battles you can’t win, my loyal one. Marx was impressed with Autumnleafs help and response to the situation and reminded himself to put a good word in for him with Kershov should the arctic alpha need an opinion from Marx. Marx watched the rest retreat to the west and waited for the last wolf- Aerten. He did not know this ess, but nodded to her as she passed her gaze over him. The ground started creeping up to his chest in the space they once claimed and tried to fight for. The soldier in him made him hesitate and glower at the river. How dare the river try to take my family. After the floodwaters receded, Marx would made sure that they cleaned up the riverside- no doubt everything would be a soggy mess and that the river might even change shape slightly, but it did not matter now. He leapt onto the still dry land and tried to speed after the group, his body only allowing him a brisk wolf trot.

Enigma led them to a sheltered part of the younger forest. By the time he came through she too looked exhausted- everyone was. It was clear that everyone was free to do there own thing, but Marx wouldn’t mind if they stayed as a group over an area of a few hundred feet squared. It gave them room to find their own shelter. Marx had a sudden thought and paused in the blowing, stinging rain. All the cuts were set on fire by the wind lashing them with hard droplets of water. Pain is simply weakness leaving the body. He tilted his head up and looked around him at the sodden wolves.

We should be safest here. Find shelter and keep each other safe nearby. Is there anyone missing…is there anyone not accounted for?

Kershov wasn’t the wolf he was thinking about. He knew Skeletor and Ivev should be here also, although they may have fled the pack altogether to escape the floodwaters. He wasn’t sure about Vladya- Kershov’ chew toy. He was probably too weak, depending on when Kershov last chewed on him. He knew loss of life was likely and could only hope it was little to none. After he was done speaking about missing persons and had made a decision about what to do, which would likely be nothing. They couldn’t, the waters were too high and fast, even the bridge Marx used was likely underwater or washed away long ago. He stood; willing the pain to not show, even though the pink tinge was still here and there, most of his cuts would clot soon and be fine. A couple of deeper ones on the sides of his throat felt like white hot irons being held there, but his stride was none the less graceful and confident. Exhaustion almost ruled his body and he passed Enigma with a wink and kept walking until he found a thicket, perhaps twenty or so metres behind her. The ground was still dry and the thick woven blackberry and scrub created a small haven. He sat and then gingerly lay down, although kept his head up, watching Enigma come to him.

He would not sleep until she lay down beside him, their bodices pressed firmly together in the tight confines of the thicket. He started licking his paws, trying to speed up the drying out process.


M A R X
High Commander of the Soldiers of Abendrot


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