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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were going down

It was a typical high to be in full body contact with his beloved bandit, but another to have just finished announcing said feeling to half the terra. Marx chuckled about the world being their playground and gave a playfully warning growl when he bit and shook his scruff. Within moments, he'd maneuvered himself so he was standing over her, biting into her scruff and holding her down, growls emanating throughout his entire thoracic region so fiercely she' be able to feel the vibrations throughout her spine. His growl turned into a smoky, leathery sort of laugh as he ran his muzzle through her ruff, and traced a line from her shoulder to her forehead where he planted a delicately placed kiss. Oh, the things I still want to do to you.

I have everything I need.

Few words escaped Marx's mouth, but when they did, they were meaningful and genuine. Marx didn't consider himself a liar and knew Enigma would always tell him exactly what she needed, whether it involved fangs or not or how far he was to push her. The onyx and slate brujo caressed her frame with his icy gaze, searching for some change in her impossibly early on. Marx knew he wanted everything with Enigma, a life, a family and hopefully a legacy to pass on to tiny things with bright ideas of their own. Marx looked down at the wolf he considered his queen and rubbed his skull along the back of her neck, enveloping his senses in his perfume. To him, she was perfection in wolf form ,an elite member of Abendrot, smart, savvy and a deadly weapon in a beautiful disguise. She mentioned something about wolves at the border. Deadly weapon in a beautiful disguise. Perfection.

Screw the border. I'd rather have you....My Enigma.

The possession and admiration drowned out the slur of his pure need to have her right there and then. A low husky Mmmm... released itself from his maw and he continued to explore her fur, skin and anything else he came across with gentle kisses along the way.

my dear...were slow dancing in a burning room



M A R X
High Commander of the Abendrot Soldiers


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