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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She followed, after staring off into the darkness, no doubt knowing her captor was not far off, observing and keep tabs on his little princess prisoner. When the onyx brujo stared into her gaze, her found nothing but a soft fawn staring back at him. Part of him wanted her to be angry- to be well, anything more than what she was now and part of him understood, to some extent, in the very least. She started her questioning as he turned to leave, keeping up with him as he walked slowly along a well worn game trail. Firstly on the strength of the pack, then to his personal likes. He did not pause, nor look behind himself, but a wry grin twisted onto his face.

I have an Enigma, princess. Strong wolves are in every pack, my dear.

He pushed through a layer of foliage that separated two paths well known to Marx, this one led back towards the western border- the one that had flooded badly within the last year. The flood had turned the ground soft, opening quick sands and mud bogs. Poor fools who tried their luck here often were never heard from again, but the damp air and murky water held a dark appeal to the obsidian varg. Mist rolled off the pools surrounding bogs, but Marx didn't enter the flooded zone, but rather walked alongside it- the hard earth had eroded away in places, but there was a lip of crusted earth that marked a safe border. Marx turned and caught Kobato's gaze, then looked to his paws. Follow my lead.
They pressed on, walking down the line of the pack that seemed to separate thriving pack land from a damp bog that only enticed death. Marx's ears pricked at the sound of a struggle and his hackles rose, wary of ambush. He trotted ahead and found the source of the disturbance.

A long stag had wandered in to snack on the lush moss that grew along the top of the muddy bog and had sank into the mud up to his chest. At the sight of Marx, the stag bellowed and struggled, slowly making himself sink deeper. Marx sat and stared at the creature, young and strong, but clearly sensing the death mare chasing him down. Emotionless grey slates took in the near death and smiled. The whites of the stags eyes showed as he spotted Kobato. Marx turned to the ess and posed his own question in response to hers.

Why would you be worried about us?

Then he answered her, somewhat.

Abendrot, as all packs, has causalities from time to time. Why did you leave Gekko?

The stag struggled again, then relaxed, his mouth open and frosting the air. Only his neck and head and the highest part of his withers was showing. Not long now, my friend.




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