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During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.

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Posted on January 27, 2008 at 06:10:02 AM by Waptumewi

Waptumewi knew the terrain well now, the space between the packs was not a huge one, but enough to keep them from quarrelling over the land. Still, it was this small buffer zone that Waptumewi had traversed before. Often it was just to get a quick scent of the area before he left, courage failing once more. Even now as he drew close to the Munashii Gekko pack, Waptumewi slowed from a quick trot to a slinking and slow gait. Atra was with him now, the black female probably thinking him a complete coward.

And complete coward he was. The strong scent of the pack made him stop and tremble, golden eyes wide with a nervous fear. His ears flattened on his head, long legs keeping him low to the ground as his tail slid between hind legs. For a moment he stared into the territory before turning his head to Atra.

�The wolf named Hope.�

Will you truly face her? Can you force yourself to even look on her?
She hates me.

With a deep intake of breath, Waptumewi spoke once more. This time his words coming out in a quick jumble.

�If you tell her about the injury and ask for her help she will probably come with you.�

He backed away, his courage failing him once more. To meet up with Hope before he really had to was not on his agenda. This didn�t count on something he needed to do to help. Even now as he caught her scent he turned away, only his eyes no longer conveyed fear but a manic sort of sadness.

�It might not do to mention me.�

I owe her too much already.

He felt sick already, the scent bringing back memories he fought to silence. Atra had wanted some help and he had led her to the place she could find it. Now it was up to her to convince Hope that she was here on good cause.

With a last quick look into the forest which housed the forgotten pack, Waptumewi turned and slunk away. Nothing Atra would say would bring him back as he broke into a quick run. A wolf was no doubt already on their way to see her.

Replies:

No One Mourns the Wicked - By Atra January 29, 2008 at 06:59:30 PM
even angels cry - By Hope January 29, 2008 at 09:43:23 PM
No One Mourns The Wicked - By Atra January 30, 2008 at 00:38:56 AM
even angels cry - By Hope January 30, 2008 at 04:07:26 AM
No One Mourns The Wicked - By Atra February 3, 2008 at 02:06:50 AM
baby, even angels cry - By Hope / Silence February 3, 2008 at 02:33:59 AM
No One Mourns The Wicked - By Atra February 3, 2008 at 03:20:25 AM
even angels cry - By Silence / Hope February 3, 2008 at 04:04:34 AM

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