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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WE WERE YOUNG N WILD N FREE [Nova Prospekt]
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Onyx and sliver rippled together as he looked at Kershov, not in his eyes, but his skull inclined slowly, just a tad. The subtle nod was returned by Marx- no words spoken. He looked down at the pup and nudged her to get moving with his maw. She crossed the border and Marx felt something close to elation- new recruit. Something to pour his time and energy into instead of patrolling the entire border every day- he had soldiers for that. They walked, the pup trailing, Marx leading. They came to a small clearing. The grass was short and felt like crushed velvet to tired paws. Marx stopped and sat, silken robes settling. He stared at the young girl for a few seconds of silence and then spoke up, his voice, his voice was leathery, calm and cool.

Nova Prospekt, I want you to tell me everything. I want you to tell me about your parents, if you remember them, your siblings, if you had them and anything else you can remember that led to you being here today. A solider has no secrets from their commander.

Why was she here? Alone. Yet not frightened. Most would think Marx simply took her in to do his part- to add meat to Kershov's army, but it was simpler than that. Her bright blue eyes reminded her of something, something he hadn't laid eyes on since he first came to this pack. April Sixth. Marx snapped back to reality and forced himself to listen to her mewing voice. It wouldn't be easy having a tail- but once she was introduced to other members of the pack and the soldiers knew she was part of them- she would no longer be in any danger. It seemed she had come looking for a family- but instead inherited an army in its place. The little pup had no idea what an opportunity had had been handed- and she wouldn't for a long time to come. It took my years to realize that.



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