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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Marx found his previously most trusted specimen attacking tree’s. Clearly either rage driven or deranged, Marx decided to observe in his typical silent, calm way. The brute lashed again and again and thrice more before his blood was upon the tree’s. In a single lunge, he leapt into the inner circle of AutumnLeaf’s circumferance and then tackled him from the side. If he timed it correctly, he would have the brute pinned, spine to the ground, hackles raised, but a calm, still look upon his face. If he missed, he would simply place himself between the tree and Autumn, fending off blows until he got his opportune chance to pin him down. He wasn’t trying to incite fear or attack his underling. Instead, something unexpected came out of the dark and sliver varg. Sense.

Autumn! Stop. That’s an order.

He knew the varg appreciated and reverred authority and used it now to bring him back to a sensible plane of mind. He waited until the brute was still and calm and climbed off him and backed up to give him breathing space. He let a few moments pass before a calm voice protruded from his vocal chords as he planted his rump against the earth.

I ask only for an explanation. Nothing more.

It was plain and simple, Marx wanted reasons, not excuses. He didn’t want to hear a sob story, he wanted to hear what had made his soldier think he had the right to just run off. Marx, better than anyone, knew what it was like to come back and be ridiculed for your return- but it was necessary and now he understood that better than anyone. He knew AutumnLeaf was determined to be his soldier and had the potential to be one of his best, but he still lacked the disipline that was crucial to him being deserving that rank. Marx was more than ready to sit down and talk about it, but the brute might as well leave if he as going to throw tantrum every time he disappointed his commandering officer.

[OOC: Muse Explosion! xD]


M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


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