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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Obsidian and gunmetal grey passed silently through the many shadows of Abendrot. Things were quiet lately- too quiet. Wolves had come and disappeared just as they always would- but the name of those that stayed would be the only thing the Marx’s mind deemed worth remembering. The onyx and sliver beast had been following her perfume trail for a short time and now he caught a glimpse of his beautiful masked bandito. The ivory ess sat there, looking powerful and seductive, but she was distant- obviously thinking things through. He slid through the remaining foliage and couldn’t help but draw in a long breath at the sight of her. He paused, waited for her to look at him and then smiled- canvassing her frame with both good and bad intentions.

My love. What trouble are you planning?

He took a seat next to her and gave her a smirk that simply read and don’t tell me ‘nothing'. He chuckled and pressed against her, his head resting delicately on her zebra brow. The varg senses a tad bit of frustration in his lady and sighs contentedly, as their pelts clash and he starts to feel her warmth against his. Muscles tremble as they hold back his wants and focus on his needs. Enigma had been quietly active as of late, but he wasn’t here to give her a spanking…unless she liked that sort of thing? Marx chuffed and rubbed his skull all over hers, affectionate and craving like a feline. He was almost about to purr like the cat that got the cream, when he decided to try to pry into his lasses mind- no doubt a fools task. A dangerous, fools task.

I see Aviias is back within borders….for now.

His smirk returned, but his eyes stared straight ahead- even a double meaning was pushing his loyalty boundaries. Marx was loyal to Kershov and if Kershov decreed the little, unfaithful bitch, would stay- she would stay. That didn’t mean Marx would tolerate her one atom more than he had to however. One claw out of line and his soldiers were disciplined harshly and he liked his soldiers- every damn one of them. It disappointed him to see them fail him and so he drove them to not make that mistake….or any mistake. Perhaps he would meet with Aviias himself and see why Kershov found her so interesting. His smirk widened, although the very slight possibility that Enigma might not be happy due to this one little tart irked him- and it wasn’t going away easily. This being said, he didn’t intend to fight her battles….but he was never against starting a worthy cause all of his own. Abendrot is my life and Enigma…she is MINE.

His embrace tightened, savoring her curves and her muscular frame.






M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


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