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 October 19, 2016 at 07:20:11 PM by Grey Wind
The male was still surprised by the vocals that called him. It was the voice of one that he thought had left Abendrot’s lands for good. But it was a good surprise. When Grey Wind approached, his thoughts were confirmed when he saw the familiar face of Marx. For as long as he could remember the other male had been here, by Kershov’s side, ready to defend the pack at any moment. The new alpha had always looked up to Marx, appreciating his talent as a soldier and as a leader. He had always held a high rank in the pack, and had helped to defend Kerhsov and his home multiple times. And now he had returned. At first Grey Wind wasn’t sure what Marx’s goal was. Had he called him here to challenge for the position of alpha? He had been close to Kershov longer, had been in Abendrot longer, had been there the day that Grey Wind had been accepted into the pack, had been his superior. Until now. Maybe he felt that he was more entitled to ruling the pack. If that was the case, which of the two soldiers would come out on top? Could Grey Wind just hand over the throne if that was what Marx wanted? No, he couldn’t now. He had put too much into this pack and he wouldn’t just let someone else take over without a fight. But that was not the case luckily. Marx was not here to try and replace Grey Wind, but to come back to his home. The brute approached the other male, asking the question that was most burning in his mind, where had he been? “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…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.” The alpha heard him out, appreciating the honesty that the other soldier gave him. It was no surprise to Grey Wind that Kershov had given Marx the important task of looking for Scarlet Nights and her young, but he was surprised that Kershov had not waited for his return before his own mysterious disappearance. He still was not sure what had happened exactly and what had caused the ice king to leave his kingdom, but Marx’s words seemed true. He was not coming back. For the most part while Marx was speaking, he kept his gaze diverted, only occasionally glancing at Grey Wind. The alpha kept his yellow gaze fixed though, examining the other male, noticing that he was not as filled out and muscular as he usually was. Was that just because the winter was just ending, or was it for other reason? He was surprised to hear the Enigma was gone. He had hoped that because Marx was returning that his mare would as well, and he felt bad to hear that the male had lost her. His mind wandered to Macaria momentarily, wondering when she would be returning the pack’s territory. When Marx had finished speaking he went from standing to rolling himself on his back, putting himself in the most exposed and vulnerable position. If Grey Wind had wanted to he could very easily land a lethal blow to the soldier’s exposed jugular. But he had no interest in doing that. Even though Marx had been gone, he had returned, and was once more offering his loyalty to the pack that had always been his home. Grey Wind would not deny him access to the pack. His absence could be forgiven since he obviously was back and ready to continue serving the pack. Grey Wind stepped forward, approaching the male that was now on the ground as he spoke 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.” His words were true; he did know Marx. He knew that he would be a good asset to the pack and that he would be foolish to turn him away. The brute stood close to the male, his mind already made up about what he would do. ”Marx, you may rise. You’re words are true. I learned who you were and your asset to the pack long ago. I know that Abendrot has always been your home, and always will be while I am alpha here.” He paused, letting the male get up from his more vulnerable position. He had always seen Marx as an equal, and he did not need to talk down to him now. ”But I cannot ignore your absence. I cannot give you back the ranks that you had from before, but you will start from the bottom as the rest who have joined. But I am glad to have your skills and loyalty back. You’ve been missed, Marx.” Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
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