<small> I never said you'd survive your fall </small> [Ker]

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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I never said you'd survive your fall [Ker]
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Posted on August 9, 2013 at 01:34:41 AM by Marx

Fresh blood was splattered on his maw. He�d found another wolf stuck up to its neck in the swamp that now dominated the western border. He�d found a couple of safe passages through, but knew from getting himself stuck that fighting the quicksand like pit was the quickest way to bury yourself. It was all about surface area and increasing that and staying low and crawling out. Even a strong, fit wolf would have trouble, so loners, who generally weren�t as strong due to having to compete more for food, were goners. Marx had shown the weakened, dehydrated wolf a mercy and torn his throat out. To some it would seem ruthless, but Marx wasn�t a nurse and the healers of the pack weren�t for outsiders. Abendrot did not take in half dead strays unless they were of use. He had his orders and he obeyed them.

He narrowed his eyes as a bold howl struck his ears. Where is AutumnLeaf? His faithful soldier had not reported to him as he commanded. He would not enjoy their next encounter together. He flattened his hackles and attended the stranger�s call, it was unusual for newcomers to ask for specific wolves other than the alpha and Marx couldn�t help but be curious. He arrived before Kershov and strode up to the border, mere inches from the wolf. He looked strong, if not a little cocky. A little too sure of himself. Time to put him in his place.

I don�t tolerate wolves that waste my time, neither does my sire. Spine to the ground and the reason why you�re here. Now.

He spoke with authority and finality. The brute had soldier qualities, but since Kershov wasn�t a control freak, he let wolves choose their own faucet of his army they wished to be in. Marx needed more soldiers, but he refused to take wolves the weren�t willing- they�d simply disappear in a couple of weeks of regiment training. His grey orbs pierced through the killer before him and he licked some of the last victim of his muzzle. The arctic alpha would be along soon enough, but Marx wanted to know why he was personally summoned. He would give the brute about ten seconds before driving him to the ground and feeding his corpse to the earth.

7�6�5�

M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers

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FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV August 16, 2013 at 03:15:32 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind August 18, 2013 at 03:59:40 AM
Your below me thats who you are - By Marx August 20, 2013 at 11:34:11 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind August 25, 2013 at 05:49:42 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV September 8, 2013 at 01:24:43 PM

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