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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Posted on July 14, 2013 at 03:37:06 AM by Marx



The sliver and ebony commander may have sounded kind, but it would be a stretch for him to feel pity for the poor lass. The situation was under control; she would be escorted to a nearby den and would birth her pups. Kershov arrived and gave a sarcastic grin as he spoke of ‘keeping her’. Marx said nothing in return but simply looked at the ivory alpha and waited for an order. Kershov’s intelligence proved full proof as Marx was about to mention Saw Tooth’s likely (and predictable) reaction to their missing new mother. Kershov mentioned himself going and Marx for a moment considered offering him an escort but withdrew the thought. They would react less to one wolf that didn’t need protection, rather than a small band showing up to give bad news. He did not doubt his alphas talents, but he knew Kershov would be seriously outnumbered once he gave his news. Marx shook his coat and regretted it almost instantly, feeling the tender, sweet pain of newly formed scar tissue ripping along his neck.

Very well sir. I’ll see the borders and make sure the…situation isn’t left untended.

Marx was known for being short spoken, not wasting his breath on opinions, though he had man, he chose not to share them unless it seemed extremely worthy at the time. A new scent hit him and soon enough an angels lyrics were gracing his ears. A scolding, yet amused look was thrown at Marx and he felt that unfulfilled need once more like he always did lately when he was around this ghostly and masked, she devil. His crown lowered an inch or two in greeting and he smiled as she led the fae to her own den and encouraged her inside. Marx knew she’d count on finding somewhere else to sleep tonight. If he were a cat, he’d be purring with contentment at getting his cream. Their alpha left- Marx wasn’t sure exactly when, Kershov had the good grace to disappear like a ghost more oft than not. He followed loosely until he found Enigma standing by the den. He went and sat next to her, content to wait until the alpha returned with what was no doubt going to be foolishly called ‘a rescue party’. Marx flattened his ears at the noises of pain that came from inside the den and looked to the sky. After what seemed like quite a few hours and more, the noises slowed and the breathing slowed and Marx could only help but let out a sigh- but it was cut short as he scented an approach. The brute dipped his head and asked for permission to enter with his mate. He stank of Saw Tooth loyalty and Marx watched his slip inside and blunders out apologies, fears and even excitement.

Marx noticed Enigma’s whole aura had changed. Her fangs were chafing, almost slicing her lips open, so he instinctually nosed her muzzle, placing a kiss upon delicately upon it. There was a delicate, gentle side to Marx, a side that was thought to have never existed due to it almost never showing. To all, he was a dark, mysterious creature of the night that rarely let his gentleman’s reputation down. Enigma, it seemed, had seen most sides of Marx by now. A wolf that could rip his enemies throat out, only to delicate remove the stain of blood from his lady’s throat and promise the potential of something far more erotic and dark underneath. Lastly and first most, Marx was a creature with undefined morals, rules and boundaries. He learned as a pup there was not simply the good and the bad, those who thought so were living in a dream world. There was so many sides to each action and so many repercussions. After giving her his kiss, his eyes seemed to question her, but he didn’t dare talk- they could speak in private later. He did let out a howl calling AutumnLeaf- his faithful soldier. He wanted the brute to remark the borders, but to be careful of the dangerous western border. It had turned to swamp and Marx knew even stupid wolves would avoid the dark, dank place. Marx however- he looked forward to knowing the dangers and beating them.


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