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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The muscular brute stood strongly after letting out his call to the leaders and warriors of Abendrot. He did not have to wait long before he saw a grey wolf making his way towards him and he recognized the powerful brute to be Marx. A strong scent of blood reached Grey Wind’s nares and he was surprised to see fresh blood on the head soldiers muzzle, wondering what poor being had pissed off the brute and caused him to kill again. Even though Marx did not know Grey Wind, Grey Wind knew him. As a loner the brute had watched every pack from its borders, hidden in the trees, before choosing a pack that he would fit in. Marx and his soldiers were appealing to the newcomer and it was one of the biggest reasons that he had chosen Abendrot and called for not only Kershov, but for Marx as well.

Marx came right up to Grey Wind, confidence and power coming from his bodice, as he stopped mere inches from Grey Wind. He spoke before Kershov made his way to the border, his harsh words piercing the air, "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." Before Grey Wind had a chance to move he saw the white alpha make his way to the border, plume held high, as he stood slightly behind Marx. The way that Kershov stood showed that he was above Marx, but Grey Wind knew that the leader trusted Marx. Why else would he be head soldier of the pack if the alpha didn’t trust him completely? The white titan’s black orbs looked over every square inch of Grey Wind, sizing him up. The alpha’s vocals rang through the air, “You heard the Head Soldier. On your back. Title and purpose.”

It took a lot for Grey Wind to submit to other wolves, but he knew it was a necessity in order to gain a pack, especially one like Abendrot. The brute sucked up his pride and rolled onto his back, tail tucked respectfully between his legs, ears flattened to his skull. Whenever he moved his powerful muscles rolled beneath his pelt, and now was no exception as he submitted to the two titans before him. “My name is Grey Wind, I have been a loner for many years now. I have watched the packs in Blossom for a while now, making sure to make a wise decision in the pack I choose to join. I have seen the power that your pack has, especially with your soldiers Marx and I would like to join your pack and your ranks Kershov.” The gray brute stayed on his back respectfully until given permission by his superiors to rise, awaiting their answer.


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|V| Grey Wind |I| No Mate |O| No Pups |L| No Pack|E| Adult |T|








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