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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It was no surprise that the first brujo to show was his captain, Grey Wind. Grey Wind approached, a little more scarred than Marx remembered last time he set eyes on him at the pack meet- but it was Abendrot and it did not surprise Marx one bit. Grey Wind was a sharp tool in the shed, but he had a flair of unpredictable about him- no doubt that's why when Marx canvassed his gait, he found the brujo a little stiffer too. No doubt some old injury at work. Even if Grey wind were the only being to show, Marx would still commit to the training exercise. He needed to know that Abendrot only had ranked members to defend it, they would all know exactly what to do. Marx was interested in seeing how far Grey Wind could be pushed- he wanted to know what it would take for cracks to appear in his solemn facade. The onyx and sliver varg dipped his skull respectively in response to Grey and then glanced at Nova as she answered for him- she certainly didn't have a problem in speaking for herself, despite the social isolation she said to have suffered. Likely the faults from her past would show later, once she had something to truly worry about....or somebody to love.

Captain. Good to see you here.

Marx's greeting took on a clipped tone, his bodice rigid and stanched, as if he were ready to leap into battle at any second- which is ideally how he'd like his soldiers to remain at all times. He knew it was an impossible ask, but he also knew for the idea to have any traction, they would need MORE. Many, many more. Marx was considering asking Kershov to take in more like young Nova- pups would be protected by Abendrot and therefore would have a debt to pay. Abendrot would offer them a life...and in return? Lay down your life for Abendrot. Nova was different immediately, she was the first and Marx planned to make an example of her- so much so that Kershov would be begging for more like her. He let Grey Wind and Nova pass a simple greeting and then spoke up, his voice sharp and smooth, like the thunder above the pouring rain.

How about a spar, Grey Wind? Show her how its done...

He gave the male a wry grin, they were about equal and weight with Marx maybe being a bit more lanky in build than Grey Wind. Both typical soldier builds- strong and stable, but just as capable of speed if need be. Marx stood up and walked into the center of the clearing and waited for Grey to join. Nova would know to stay and watch- and learn. It would be weeks before she'd be sparring- but she was never to young to learn the ropes. Marx made a mental note to take her hunting afterward- she would learn to feed herself quickly and efficiently if she couldn't already. Marx waited until Grey Wind faced him off and then spoke up- the tone of enjoyment in his voice clearly provoking Grey.

Simple rules- first on their spine loses. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you.

Marx's wry grin disappeared and his frame lowered, but he made no movement to attack Grey, clearly wanting him to initiate the spar. They would not try to kill each other, but injuries weren't out the question- after all, Marx didn't plan on ending up on spine anytime soon.





M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


I'll tell you my sins


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