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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It had been shy over a week since he had been welcomed back into Abendrot. For the most part, Marx had kept his head down, working to restore the marks along the boundries in such a quiet, unfufilled period. Ashen paws dipped into pools of shadow between evergreens. The pine-filled air made his nostrils flare, sucking in great breaths of what would always smell like home. The earth was damp and smelled fertile, fresh ferns and velvet moss covering the needle strewn stage of the forest he dearly loved. A couple of distinctive scents struck his nares from upwind and he instinctively turned. Not wanting to barge in, he moved delicately, taking his time to unwind through the paths he could cross with his eyes sewn shut.

and as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil

Abendrot was timeless in the srping, everything was fresh and green and small prey was plentiful within the terra, if not far from it. Slate orbs flickered along his path, audiable noises drew him in closer to a conversation between his monarch and his beta, Halina. Marx pushed through a barrier of foliage to reveal himself, sliken robes rippling across gaining muscle. He'd finally been able to rest with both eyes shut, something that hadn't happened in weeks.

My king....my lady Halina, beautiful day, isn't it?

Leathery tones rolled out smoother than skinning and snowshoe bunny. For all his serious quirks, Marx could be, at times, quite the charming socialite. He entered and as he spoke, drew one foreleg under him and extended the other, in a informal bow of sorts. Loyalty was stamped into Marx like nothing else- Loyalty was life to the black and sliver killer. He drew a small grin and let his rump meet the ground. He hasn't seen any wolves in a few days- Abendrot seemed Emptier than ever.

for thou art with me





M A R X
Just a lowly Abendrot Solider


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