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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But she was not alone for long. Kobato immediately stopped and turned her head, curious but not afraid. Not the way a prisoner should be. And who should be catching up to her shadow? Marx. The very soldier she could not grab much from when first at Abendrot’s borders as a ‘guest.’ Greetings Kobato. How do you fare, my lady? If one did not know Kobato, perhaps they would find it strange that the desert rose miss smiled and invited him into her space. That she offered her company as graciously as an old friend might. Ever the bright sun, she was. But for those who were well acquainted with her would not find this strange at all. It was one of the many things about being near the now ex-princess of Munashii Gekko. She was kind. Compassionate. Sweet. Empathetic. And yet… she was very strong. She did not believe this to be the truth, but in the past she has proven herself capable. Much more than a little girl who wore a tiara made of crystal upon her forehead. Good morning, Marx~ Definitely not any sort of answer to his question, but then again… it really hadn’t been a question, right? What kind of soldier would ask a prisoner how they were doing? When he came forward and lowered his gaze to hers, Kobato stared straight back. Though there was no fire in her eyes. Just softness. And… a tinge of this pain Marx spoke about. My heart is separated from the one it loves. And he will be worried that I am missing. So yes. I am in pain. But only because I have caused another pain. Blunt and straight to it. Kobato kept eye contact for as long as Marx did, and when he turned to walk, she stayed still, listeners twitching as she tried to pick up on her watcher in the shadows. What did he think of this situation? She turned toffee watchers back to Marx’s form, moving on without her. She sighed, then moved forward. So much for meeting others on her own. This male probably would keep her all to himself for the next hour or so… she quickened her pace and caught up next to him, getting familiarly close. Say, Marx, what’s it like to live here? I bet there’s a lot of strong wolves… do you have a family? I bet you’ve at least got someone you like! And so began Kobato’s questions… though it wasn’t as if they were going to end any time soon. Whether or not he answered, she would wait, then continue. It’s true that you have soldiers, spies and assassins, right? How cool! It’s very exciting to see a family working together as one to do things. Although it worries me that healers have been called here recently… is something wrong? She looked to Marx once more, begging for answers, honest curiosity and intrigue written upon her palette. But it wasn’t as if she wasn’t going to answer any questions he had of her. She grinned impishly, tail swinging behind her in a goodnatured way.






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