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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Marx closed his eyes and listened to the pup recount her short history. Marx guessed she was only a few months old. Her history was fraught with pain and death. She seemed to become upset when talking of her mother- it was a weak point obviously. It would have to be hammered out like sheet metal- the pain spread so thinly that is wasn't quite determinable where it sourced from originally. The obsidian varg remained silent while she spoke- she at least had a good grip on conversation and knew basic manners. It was only a start, but a start would be all he needed. Her upbringing would actually give her the base needed to become an Abendrot wolf. Marx smirked as his mind drifted back to what Kershov had said as Marx offered to take the pup on himself. Anything for the high commander... Most alphas wouldn't tolerate his behavior- but Kershov understood the connection between Marx and Abendrot- probably better than Marx understood it himself.

So, your saying I just took in a misfit...an outcast, an outsider. A reject?.

His voice was firm, if not slightly rhetorical in tone. He wanted to sound upset, to see how she handled disappointment from her leader- but there was something deeper in his voice- pure elation. He laughed out loud, unable to hold it any longer, a wry grin replacing his cold stone features.

My dear, you will fit in just fine. A perfect fit.

He wasn't sure if it was instinct or his need to form a bond with her- it was crucial as she was so young- he needed her to trust him and to obey him in whatever he said. He approached her, embracing her small frame gently, but firmly- wanting her to accept him in his entirety. His skull rested on top of hers and pulled her into the large expanse of his muscled chest. He held her there, strangely enjoying the feeling on a level he hadn't felt before. Is this what fatherhood feels like? He would not call himself her father- he wasn't quite sure he could provide a worthy effort to that title. He would protect her, train her, feed her- most of all, make her belong to Abendrot, the way they all did. He finally released her after what felt like a very long twenty seconds and she asked how he came to be in Abendrot. He chuckled.

I came to Abendrot at only a few weeks of age. Stumbled through the border onto the path of an alpha named Krutch. I was lucky, I suppose...that he did not choose to kill me. I came here like you do today, very little past, no parents and no future...I stayed on, trained by Krutch, even after he left, to become a wolf under another alpha, whom I fought challenge battles for, so the pack remained in good hands. Then Kershov came along and eventually his mate, Scarlet Nights.

Without meaning to, he gave her the pack history along with his life story- he omitted the part where he deserted Abendrot for a few short months to try and find family ties- or whatever was left of them. He left out the part where Kershov sentenced him to prisoner status- that he was beaten time and time again, that most of his scars where caused by Kershov himself. He left out the part where he almost lost Enigma by leaving- and the struggle to win her back, the way he fought to make sure she remained his- no matter the cost to him. Marx smiled at the thought of his mate and then looked back to Nova.

I took you in because you reminded me of myself I suppose...any more questions?





M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


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