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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EQUALITY IS MY NAME KILLING IS MY GAME
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Posted on October 17, 2016 at 10:56:38 PM by Marx






A cool breeze assaulted his ashen features. His coat was flecked with mud and grime from a long journey. He hadn't even stopped to groom himself before returning- there is more important things to a Varg like Marx. Loyalty, for instance. As soon as Grey Wind appeared, it confirmed his position as alpha, tail rolling high over his back like a scorpions weapon. He flaunted the position, glad of his rise from the flames of servitude. Marx wasn't one to show emotion often, happiness least of all- but he couldn't help but crack a small smile as the young alpha approached. As Grey Wolf neared, Marx adverted his gaze. Kershov was no longer his alpha, nor was Scarlet Nights. The alpha spoke up, speaking of how he wasn't sure if he would see him again.

You weren't the only one, Grey Wind. I often wondered if I would be able to return to Abendrot these past few months. My absence has no excuse, but the reason behind it is simple. I was tasked to find Scarlet Nights and her pups, she disappeared before Kershov, leaving no trace. Kershov, as you know, doesn't appreciate his things being taken from him. On my return, I was given a message from Kershov, that he had lost his way. I tried to seek him out, believe it or not, he was one of the better alpha's Abendrot has produced- but my efforts were useless. Kershov isn't coming back...and Abendrot again has a new alpha.

A momentary glance to Grey Wind may have conveyed a shred of the lasting regret and guilt he felt. Abendrot was everything to Marx, she had raised him like no mother ever could. He cleared his throat, leathery voice continuing.

...and I find myself alone in the wilderness, once again. Enigma has gone, I cannot find her. I fear I have lost everything of value to me. Abendrot is the only thing I have left.

Without a moments notice, he rolled into the dirt, bodice imapcting on the snow, throat exposed and open to attack. Misted breath lolled out of his partly open maw. Partly, Marx felt defeated, he had lost, king, queen and the love of his life in a few short months- and none seemed to be returning ever. It would change Marx, he just wasn't sure if it would be for better or worse. Seconds ticked by, he pictured Enigma's masked features, emerald pools and spoke up once more.

All I ask is either you give me a chance to earn your trust, or give me the gift of mercy. You know me Grey Wind, I need purpose. I will destroy those that oppose you, I will train your soldiers, I will guard your kingdom. I will do anything I can to help you prosper in your new position.

Silence fell. Marx had said all he had come to say. In part, he at least felt successful, Grey Wind was trained by him, partly. He had risen to the challenge of taking care of this pack when others had shrivelled away. Marx was calm, even breaths rising and falling his expansive chest. Muscle rippled along his body a little too sharply- he had travelled more than he had eaten so was in much leaner condition- typical for wolves outside the protection of their pack-lands. Slate eyes focused straight ahead, picturing the love of the his life and the pups they would never have.




M A R X
Alone & Deafeated

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