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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Posted on August 30, 2015 at 10:08:50 AM by Marx






The attack was superseded by the arrival of Enigma and Halina. Marx gave a nod to Halina and a saucy wink at Enigma. Right after Halina made a remark about showing the boys how it was done, Nova asked if Enigma and he were mates- clearly the pup had some ranks to learn. The sound of air being displaced made Marx focus as Grey Wind led on a head on charge. Marx wasn't foolish, neither was Grey Wind- both experienced fighters would fake their first charge to simply test their opponents reaction and decision making skills. Marx did what most would not- he took the hit in full force. He made no attempt to dodge the jaws that Grey Wind threw at him. There was no risk to his life- therefore Marx was open to be more creative with his options. The force of the impact pushed him to the dirt, where Grey Wind would no doubt try to roll him. Good Luck, Captain.

The onyx and sliver varg let his muzzle snake out and clamp down on what was hopefully Grey Winds nearest forelimb. If he succeeded, he would clamp down and pull him towards the ground, while backing up quickly, as to unbalance the grey swine into landing on his belly. If he missed, he would no doubt hit Grey's pectoral area and carve out a chunk of flesh to show him it was indeed a no holds barred except death strikes fight. Marx wanted to know what his leading successor could offer in terms of protecting Abendrot with his life. After striking at his chest and attempt to gouge a hole, Marx pushed himself back to his feet and made no attempt to distance himself from Grey Wind's corpse.
He liked it, up close and personal. Marx charged again, aiming for grey winds face, but halting his speed at the last second to use the lack of traction in the slush to slide into Grey Wind, again, hoping to unbalance Grey Wind when and if he plowed into him. His paws also shredded the mud and directed a sizable splash towards Grey Winds face, hoping to temporarily obscure his vision. The left side of Marx's neck bled freely, encouraged by the pelting rain and now a sizable red streak flowed down his neck and chest.

No spar games here. Just a good fight.

Marx tensed, a hunter's stalk as he circled Grey Wind looking for another spot to open his soft flesh.

You can do better than that.

It was if the brute needed encouragement to finally get to attack his own commander. Marx wasn't a soft leader and he expected more from Grey Wind- and once Grey gave him a higher standard, he again expected it to raise. He caught a glimpse of Enigma and Kobato's words ran through his head about how he wouldn't sit there and smile if his Enigma was sinking into the bog. Not just Enigma, but his entire future. Without you, I become nothing...no one. He smirked at Grey and then exposed his fangs in a veracious snarl, as if to say....bring it on. The rain continued to pur, as if the weather disagreed with an inter-pack fight. Marx knew if Kershov was to stumble upon this little training event, he would be pleased, where most alphas would demand to know what the hell was going on. It was a little ironic how the strict military structure of their pack gave way to freedom of a different kind. Not every wolf wanted a rank in Abendrot as it posed a high risk lifestyle. It was to accept that at any moment, Kershov would ask everything of you, your family, your life, your lover.
Marx knew Enigma wouldn't have it any other way and that's why they fit together like the last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.






M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers

ABENDROT. FAMILY. SOLIDERS. LIFE.


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