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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Sliver and onyx robes blended with the shadows as he watched his head soldier approach the newcomer. Marx had been watching the newcomer for a while and he seemed rather determined. The femme that lay unconscious to his side was a clear offering- what he planned on Kershov doing with her was of interest, but Marx simply didn't care compared to the fact that the alphas dog had returned.
Grey Wind commanded answers from the stranger, but Marx knew of Kenshin and how he and Kershov met and got to know each other. Marx stepped out of cover and walked over, slowly- he knew Kenshin wouldn't break silence. He was Ker's play thing, a little dog coming back for his bone. If the bone were a near death beating, that was.

Marx canvassed the femme with his slate grey orbs and then sat, finally breaking the silence that followed Grey's commands.

Nice to see you, Grey Wind.

He began to groom himself in lazy strokes, whether or not Grey Wind started talking to him. He knew Kenshin wouldn't say anything so didn't even bother addressing him, he just made what little eye contact there was for a few seconds before his grooming session commenced. Grey Wind, on the other hand, seemed wound up over something- which Marx knew because he was patrolling and he never seemed in a good mood when doing so. Perhaps he'd pick his brain later- perhaps they could delve into his damaged past and compare it to Marx's train wreck of an upbringing. Marx almost chuckled at the thought of having a normal upbringing and being a nice, normal wolf. Then I certainly wouldn't have survived to see Enigma...or Enigma herself.

He listened to the steady, repetitive breaths the grounded female gave off and thought about his time in the stream with Enigma. He wondered if she would ever have pups and wondered if he'd ever feel the need to procreate- it never really crossed his mind until now. Perhaps their midnight activities would lead to something sooner than they thought. Slate orbs flickered between Grey Wind and Kenshi nand settled on the plain femme, wondering what was to happen to her if she decided to regain a little reality.
Stay sleeping beauty for now, perhaps forever, this isn't a kind world.




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