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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Everything was too loud, too much and not enough- all at once. Marx fretted with his eyes shut, trying to rest, but he was not tired, nor did he have any excuse to be. Paw steps grew closer and eyes remained shut, the sounds of a wolf entering the stream near his hidey hole was delicate, but could not be mistaken. With a quiet sigh rolling out of his chest, he rose and stretched luxuriously, ironically setting off a yawn in the process. Slate grey orbs scanned the treeline as he sat there and finally movement came up from the river. Shaking herself off and walking away from him, he decided to go and entertain Abendrot's latest guest. The onyx varg made no attempt to seek up to her, his footfalls landed heavy and true, as not to surprise the little flower and cause her to wilt at the sight of him. She appeared to be trying to learn the map of the land.

Greetings Kobato. How do you fare, my lady?

While Marx wasn't her biggest fan, the gentleman in him rarely lost the battle against greeting a fae. To some, it may have seemed a mocking question, considering his current situation. His deep, smoky lyrics rolled out quietly, but firmly- she knew she didn't have a choice when it came to interactions with Abendrot. That being said, he wasn't going to beat it out of her- she had done nothing to him and he found it difficult to maim someone for no reason, not impossible though. Definitely not impossible. Marx knew the prisoner procedure all too well- he had been demoted to the lowest ranks within Abendrot pool of spit...my how he had clawed his way out. Abendrot was his home and always would be the closest thing he ever had to a guardian, which seemed strange, but she provided for him in ways no one else ever had. She was his mother which sat under a blue sky, which was ironically the closest thing he had to a father. It would seem strange to any who did not know his upbringing- he had explained it to Enigma, who had nodded and said she understood him.
She was the first.

Kobato probably could have looked better, but she did have Kenshin to contend with on that front. Marx lowered his to look in her eyes, his slate ones devoid of emotion, empty wet grey pools. Enigma used to say he reminded her of the storms that blew through Abendrot. Grey and black and powerful, but forgiving, relieving drought and sowing new life all at the same time Honestly, what is it with faes and metaphors. Marx held her gaze, to which she probably did her best to defiantly stare back, which caused him to chuckle.

Are you in pain?

It was a simple question, but probably an unexpected one. However the reasons Marx asked might not seem so clear cut to her. Did he simply want to know she WAS in pain...or did he possibly care? Did he want to fix her pain or make it worse- or cause some if there was none? Was he simply a minion sent to make sure she didn't think this was some holiday camp in the woods? Marx chuckled again at what the pretty little fae could be thinking and continued walking, beckoning her to follow. They'd have less chance of bumping into patrols if they kept moving and Marx was intrigued enough by the princess to learn more about her. It wasn't everyday that Abendrot got a new toy,


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