It was strange to see such an innocent soul have darkness seeping through the cracks in his personality. He was alone and sad, yet did not seem afraid at all. Kershov saw potential in him and Marx was starting to see why also. However, he was still just a pup and his voice almost cracked as he also spoke of feelings of abandonment. Marx could not help but remember how he himself had stumbled upon Abendrot’ border and April Sixth had pushed him over them, sending them both stumbling into a pack meeting. April had run off shortly after, but Marx was taken under the wing of the alpha and there he flourished. Marx raised a brow after the pup finished speaking and he gave a brief, yet somehow sad, smile.
It is unfair your parents did not at least try to explain the reasons behind you being here. Simply put, your mother went into labor on our borders and I brought her into the safety of our pack, so she could give birth to you and your siblings without any unnecessary harm coming her way while she was vulnerable.
Marx paused, his leathery gentleman’s lyrics coming to a halt. Would Ro hate him knowing he was a catalyst in his being here? However, the same could be said for his mother…and the stupid pack that let her wander so far while so heavily in pup.
Kershov’s price for our protection of your mother was a child from her brood. They chose you and Kershov accepted. I would believe your parents and siblings loved you as much as anyone could- they were not happy to leave you here, but you were the price they paid for the mistake they made.
Ro spoke up some more, still processing what he had just learnt from Marx. The pup spoke of being lonely some more and Marx felt a twinge of guilt. He knew what that felt like- he had been a loyal, yet mysterious and outside follower of the pack, showing up to meetings, scarcely leaving the shadows that matched his shadow and sliver cloak. He was determined to make sure that Ro did not suffer years of being alone just because he did not feel accepted, but rather tolerated as he was the prize in some deal made moons ago. Marx’s tail lashed the ground at the thought. He spoke more, of how his parents taught him how revered Abendrot was- how powerful and fearless. Marx let out a short bark of laughter. It was too funny to not do so.
Ro, your mother and father were correct. Abendrot is shaping up to be one of the most feared and powerful packs that ever set paw in these lands- yet most do not realize the true reasons why we are so successful. You have fears? Good. All wolves fear something- but a pack…a pack cannot fear. A pack is the wolf as the wolf is the pack. One cannot be without the other. Remember this, once you are Abendrot, you are never alone. Not for a moment. You may have lost family, but you gained far more than you could ever lose by coming here and as long as I am breathing and part of Abendrot, you may call me brother.
He let the wisdom and experience sink in to that little head of his, he may not understand it now, but some day he would and then the pup would realize it was an offer of friendship and brotherhood. If no one else would take the pup under his wing, Marx would. He would shape him and when he next spoke of wanting to be a soilder, Marx’s gaze narrowed.
Well then. You’re speaking to the right wolf. I am the High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers- there will be a meeting soon and you can tail me and see if you prefer the company of soldiers to these oak logs….but enough about trees. I’ll tell you a story about another pup that came to Abendrot, feeling abandoned and alone and grew up to be quite the charmer. Would you like to hear it?
A smirk came across Marx’s face, and he absently swiped at the collecting leaves by his great paws.
[OOC: Naww, this is getting cute! Marx want a little brother ☺]
M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers
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