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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She was probably about to make a jest, her mouth slightly opened and her vocals almost warmed the air before he kissed her like he had wanted to all day. He caressed her face, throat, ears, anything that really made her react in a positive way and then he pulled her into him by reaching his head over her and drawing her body closer than close. He wanted her to feel every inch of him and he wanted the same of her. Her warmth was threatening to melt what little self control was being shown by him, but he knew Enigma was one of a few who appreciated the side of him that was gentle and kind- the side that used to dominate his thoughts before he left and betrayed her. Even now, even with his boy wrapped tightly around hers and his tongue caressing her muzzle and cheeks, he still felt the twang of guilt that accompanied those thoughts. He had promised he’d never betray her like that again and he meant it. He had no more reasons to leave and if one came up, it wasn’t going to be more important than what he felt right now, for the girl between his paws. He lay down and gave an exasperated sigh. His eyes drifted shut and a slurred, tired voice came forth.

How about we sleep? Sleeping is fun.

A few seconds passed and a rumble of laughter came out of his vocal cords. A grin produced itself on his maw.

On the other hand, I do have the munchies.

He sat up and looked into her mismatching orbs and pressed his muzzle to hers. She felt different than usual, she felt…softer? More fragile? Enigma…fragile? Hah. Something had switched off…or on, he really wasn’t sure, but he liked it and gave her a genuine grin and flicked his banner at her, more lyrics pouring forth. He stood slowly, not wanting to disturb his ivory bandit and left the cramped space of the cave. He didn’t say a word, but beckoned her to stay. His form disappeared into the night and returned around half an hour later, the smell of sweet blood dripping from his fangs. He entered and took his spot, curled tightly against and laid a fat rabbit before his lovely vixen in white.

Not exactly fine dining, but the beauty in the den makes up for it and then some.

He cocked his head at her, his silver and ebony robes shifting over muscle and bone with each singular movement. His eyes, always so cold and grey, seemed brighter and much more cheerful than usual. As she no doubt looked at him and the prey, he threw her another smile and licked her shoulder carefully. It was as if life had been injected into them and his ebony bells sat pricked keenly atop his head as he stared at his royal majesty. He waited for her verdict on the game choice, but honestly didn’t give no fucks about what they did. He could spend the night feigning sleep and simply listening to her breath, over and over and over. His neck still hurt from the dam crossing, but it was mostly closed and the bruising was fading to a brown/black. He rested his skull on her spine, letting his nares inhale her scent while his smoky lyrics escaped his throat.

Truth or Dare?




M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


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