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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Posted on November 4, 2013 at 10:17:44 AM by Marx * Scarlet



The sliver and onyx furs rippled over steely muscle. An easy pace was set, which was unlike the large varg, he usually travelled quickly, without effort, but after the meeting and Abendrot receiving a queen, it was as if some weight had been taken from our soldiers. Kershov was either an excellent actor, even amongst his own wolves, or he had truly accepted Scarlet as his mate. Marx didn’t trouble himself bothering to question what Kershov was up to- he was generally working on multiple plans at once…and that didn’t count the ones inside his own, cavernous head. A scent blew across Marx’s path and old habits die hard, so his paws took him towards it, silently, efficiently and most of all, quickly. A howl followed and it rang of familiarity. He knew Abendrot like no other part of the great land it resided in and had resided here, for all intensive purposes, his entire life. Within minutes he protruded from the foliage, pausing to interpret the scene. The brute was that of the couple that had resided within Abendrot’s lands while his mate had birthed pups- one of which he had placed inside Abendrot’s borders. Marx felt no pity for the brute, but kept in mind he would probably benefit from dealing with him gently.

Henadin, wasn’t it? I’m Marx. I found your mate on our borders and…

What was he to say? Brought her to safety? Into our fold? For once, Marx didn’t know what to say, so he closed his mouth, looking regretful. The brute probably wondered why he hadn’t escorted his mate back to Saw Tooth, hopefully he would understand that it simply wasn’t an option at the time. Marx had set this whole chain of events in action, and while he didn’t feel blamed or guilty, he felt there was a lack of justice. Marx looked down at the pup and stepped closer, tilting his head slightly. No pups had been in Abendrot for a while and it was strange to see something so small. Perhaps Kershov will build him from the ground up, as Krutch did to me. He smiled briefly, gently, at the pup and then looked back to his father. His father. At least he got to meet his father…and his mother.

His name?

Marx examined the pup with clinical precision. He seemed old enough to leave his parents and he certainly seemed healthy and well fed. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to give Kershov a runty pup, they knew his patience was merely a veneer and niceties only lasted as long as they acted on the side of caution. Marx didn’t look at Channing, he felt something, something unknown to him and while Enigma spoke of enjoying this sentimental, emotional side of him- it pained him to feel as if he weren’t in control of any single strand of hair on his body. His life had been controlled from the moment he began to exist inside his mother’s womb. His birth only upgraded and level and force by which control was forced upon him. He awaited the answer when a new scent washed over them all and although he didn’t dare turn his head away from the travller’s, his form lessened in stature, shrinking n size and confidence.


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Scarlet, ivory and tan with splotches of ebony mixed together to make a truly artistic pelt, however the scars, disfiguring her face as Kershov’s was, a permanent sneer left on the right side of her maw. Her eyes were warm amber, but had the stare of a rattler- her tail mimicked the species, flicking and ticking as she observed the events unfold. Kershov had told her everything and she stood there, before her lyrics poured forth. Her voice was warm, gentle even- something you would not have expected from a reptilian killer. Perhaps the last thing you ever would have thought of.

Welcome to you, new solider of Abendrot…come to me.

It was like watching any predator lure any prey into its inescapable trap. Her words were filled with confidence, as if she expected nothing but for the pup to march into line at this second, without a word. The small one dare not disobey and the parents dare not go back on their word- or their pack, their family, would suffer Abendrot’s wrath.




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