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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Voices filtered through, the smell of enigma was still strong on him and he loved it. Slate eyes pierced the dusky air and targeted the audible source. Pushing through moist foliage, he located the voices, Kershov, Halina...and a pup. Marx made no attempt to conceal himself, but rather kept walking, circling outside the order, circling the pup, eyeing her up and then returning to sit next to Halina.
He lean't forward and caught Kershov's gaze, then lean't back.

You'd need a dedicated trainer, of course. Someone to teach you the ropes and to push you beyond your limits. Someone to make sure your upbringing made you into a truly valuable asset for Abendrot.

Marx's mind ticked over. He desire to have a family played a part here and the pup clearly had no other tangible parents- not that it would matter after Abendrot owned her. Her parents could come calling, but they would not find their precious daughter- only a trainee of Abendrot that would not respond to their request. Marx wouldn't be around forever and he would need a suitable replacement to present to Kershov long before his time came. A second in line to third in line- how poetic. Marx's official title was a High Commander and underneath Kershov, Scarlet and Enigma, he obtained the most authority in Abendrot. He knew what he would do next- he would call the soldiers and introduce their newest recruit....hoping she wouldn't end up hiding in a corner, rocking herself to sleep at night.

Marx's grey orbs burned into bright blue ones. His mind was already made up and he wasn't quite sure why, but it felt right. It felt as if past, present and future had led to this moment. He couldn't stop glancing at those deep, blue, eyes. Onyx and obsidian coat rippled as he stepped forward decidedly. He circled the pup again, this time seating himself right next to her.

With your permission, Kershov.

He awaited the permission, knowing Kershov knew he'd already made up his mind. It was strange the relationship the Marx and Kershov had- it was tangible, but fragile. He didn't trust Kershov 100%, but he would lay down his life time and time again if he asked him to, at the drop of a hat. Marx's true goal was Abendrot surivival- and he had seen three alpha's come and go so far, each a great wolf and leader- but it didn't seem to make much difference. Marx had been here longer than most of the wolves that now surrounded him- with Enigma as his exception. Grey orbs on Kershov's paws, a relaxed, emotionless stare on his features- while he day dreamed of the fae that would one day give him a family.



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