The firey pup was nothing short of pleased. With herself that is. She was now part Abendrot, the most feared pack in Blossom Forest, and her father was the Commander of Abendrot’s army. Her steely grey and onyx trainer was Marx. His features only seemed to hold a constant look of disdain or rather emotionless it seemed, but the pup wasn’t bothered by either. She coveted each moment she could spend studying and learning from him and the others. The Soldiers. It was her best skill. Her ability to learn, copy and mimic anyone she so pleased to. She knew no other ability really, but her copy-catting had gotten her this far and she wasn’t about to stop. The only bad part about her actions, was how much it was ripping the pups psyche apart. But this wouldn’t be realized until later… much, much later…

Nova Prospekt had finished her training session with ease and had enjoyed the combat training exercise. She had met a few of Abendrot’s key members including Grey Wind the Head Soldier and Enigma the Beta of Abendrot. Enigma had seemed displeased to meet Nova on such abrupt terms. Mostly because she herself had connections to Marx in a more private way. And nothing about Nova’s taking in had been discussed previously, and so she figured Marx would have some explaining to do, but that was no concern of Nova’s. Her features remained languid and cold as she walked through Abendrot’s scarred woods. The sylvan nature distracted Nova from her fracturing mind and soul, though this failing only drove her to keep up her body’s strong appearance. There was no denying Nova’s prospects as a future soldier of Abendrot. It was her last name after all.

Piercing blue pools stared into the eerie darkness that shrouded the tree’s and grounds of her fortressed home. A devilish grin spread across her features as she padded towards the border of her home. She wanted to explore some and maybe try to find something to do or someone to antagonize with her newly learned tactics. Nova had finally reached another stage of life and her bloody halo glowed stronger than ever in the sun’s arching rays. Her slim, well muscled figure glided delicately, yet purposefully through Abendrot and towards the river. It would be the best spot to find wandering wolves, who were at their most vulnerable state, but little did she know her life was about to fracture into pieces…

The hormones slammer into her nares making her want to puke, but she held her head up high and walked on. Her midnight pools roamed over the riverscape taking in the bodies that floated aimlessly and then she spotted him. His grey and white fur held a nice sheen in the fading summer rays. And his well built body was attractive, but Nova put on a smirking facade and ignored all signs pointing to danger. “So tell me, what brings a wolf like you to the baser of his instincts?” Her words were sharp as knives, and the smirk on her face hid the wickedly cracked mind behind it.