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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It sometimes felt like yesterday that Marx had left Abendrot, a hard decision for him. Leaving everything he’d ever known for the unknown- he wasn’t scared, but he knew there was a chance he wouldn’t return. He couldn’t explain it, so he didn’t bother, but he knew searching for the truth of his past would perhaps kill him, one way or another. So he didn’t promise his return to Enigma or try to find their non-existent alpha, Sidorio to explain his absence. If he was honest with himself, he could have taken charge of the pack and probably eventually been voted in by his peers as alpha. Who knows, perhaps he’d be leading Abendrot in a completely different direction right now. Or would he? He didn’t disagree with the way Ker led Abendrot; in fact, he rather enjoyed the arctic alpha. He knew the meaning of loyalty.

AutumnLeaf, I don’t think you understand what my position entitles. To you, I am your Commander, you authority, but to me, I am your friend, your confident, your packmate. I won’t say you didn’t fuck up, because you did and Kershov won’t appreciate it in the lightest, but I am disappointed you didn’t think to come to me and explain. If it came to it, I would have helped you look for your family.

It was unexpected even for Marx, he had gone through the whole week wanting to tear strips, literal strips of flesh, from the brutes bodice. However, he could not condemn this brute chasing what remained of his family ties. Marx had left for the exact reason and found it a tad ironic he was now the one dealing the punishment. Without warning, he lashed out and sunk his teeth into the brutes shoulder, leaving a clean slice through his flesh. He withdrew and gave a solemn growl.

While I cannot condemn you for looking for your family, I can punish you for being a damn fool. Make sure Kershov see’s how repentant you are- now go and make yourself useful and greet newcomers on the border and make sure you clean that wound, find a healer if need be.

Whether the brute knew it or not, Marx may have saved him a far worse punishment from Kershov. Hell, the alpha might still deal him one out, but he would not give the alpha any ideas about Marx being too soft. The bite was deep, but not serious- enough to limp for a couple of weeks, but nothing lasting. Marx didn’t savor his soldier’s blood on his tongue, but rather felt quite sour about the whole deal. His magnificent sliver and ebony carriage turned and stalked away, hoping AutumnLeaf would remember what his Commander did for him today. His soldiers were his prize and he would not rest until they were a perfect faction of dedicated bodies ready to throw down at any moment.


M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


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