<small> ..FALLING.. FOR.. YOU.. </small> [ Enigma CNTD.]

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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..FALLING.. FOR.. YOU.. [ Enigma CNTD.]
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Posted on September 2, 2013 at 00:34:15 AM by Marx

To hear her talk about her parents, or her mother he assumed, she sounded like a wet bundle of regret and sympathy. He kind of admired that about Enigma. Her abominable strength, her ability to be as cold as glacial ice and as hard as steel when the time came, but she didn�t let it change her. She knew whom she was and nothing could take that away from her. Perhaps envy is the more appropriate word. Marx was and always had been a ghost, a wolf that was there and yet almost non-existent at the same time. Lately he�d become more of a rumored wolf than ghost, although it was Enigma, not rumors, that made him feel more whole and complete than he ever had felt- even with his brother. The obsidian male listened patiently to her question and quirked a brow at the ivory she wolf. What was his tormentor like or what was Krutch, his guardian like? He opened his mouth and then shut it gently. Words formed in his mind, careful and concise, although his tone was always warmer than usual when directed to his lovely bandit lady.

My guardian, Krutch. The alpha of Abendrot, before Sidorio. I don�t remember him very well, but I do remember his training. Every day, sunrise til fall, he made me train in stealth, speed, strength or agility. He taught us both the value of making fast decisions based on the pros and cons. He was probably the first positive influence in my life or at least the first wolf to show consistency towards me and my brother�.

His gentleman tones trailed off, a rare moment of Marx being inside his own head, far away but yet thirty centimeters to Enigma�s own heart. Krutch used to say Marx�s head was big enough to trap him inside, to scare the little grey pup he was into constantly focusing, paying attention. It felt nice, to be alone with his thoughts and he could almost see him and April Sixth tumbling down the steep bank into Krutch�s meeting with his old beta. He remembered feeling fear and seeing that April wasn�t afraid. He felt a shiver run down his spine and realized he had simply stopped talking to Enigma. Idiot.

Sorry�I�m not sure who taught me to fight or to kill. They were before Krutch and I don�t even remember their names or hardly what they looked like. I know one of them was my mother, but another male was not. I only remember how much I hate them for making me their tool.

He felt that wave of anxiety and rage lap at the edges of his mental pool and his heart hammered in his chest. He willed it away, bottling the rage like he had always done. Krutch had seen this and taught him to release it through hunting, but lately he�d been having trouble sleeping, due to his wounds. Now he felt more tired than after battling the raging flooded river. He smiled and ran his jawbone down Enigma�s back, smoothing her pure white snow against her spinal processes. Marx sighed contently, the varg with a sleepy voice and half closed eyes, murmured two syllables.

Your turn.

M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers

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Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma September 8, 2013 at 03:22:43 PM

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