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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~Ice Queen~
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YOU ONCE SAID THAT DESTINY WAS INGRAVED

Glaciers falling, Ice fields braking
lies are now truthes,
truthes are now lies,
BECAUSE I SHATTERED DESTINY
Instead of a bridge over nothing,
I see open ice fileds now


Eyes peirce the darkness, a small figure moves through the darkness, as if only a ghost. A ice white pelt, made for the snow, stood out akwardly in the dim light of the moon. That form was my form, because I am Tekarin, Ice Queen of Atlantil, my homeland. I am merely a pup, but I am no usual bouncy carefree pup. I am Tekarin. I stoped slinking through the darkness as I noticed a scent marker. Must be a boundary, I thought. With respect I backed away, sat down, no sooner to get up and wander to a near by hawkberry bush. from underneath It I pulled a shiny rock that in day light would be an icy blue. It was an Ice stone. I had always carried it with me. Walking back to this border, I sat to wait for someone to notice me. I chuckled softly, strange these wolves, from my homeland we always marked our borders with Ice stones.

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