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 October 18, 2009 at 05:19:35 AM by p a r a n o i a


TO DARKNESS, TO SUFFER WHEN I FALL
I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL


Poison hearts will never change..

A forfeit, nothing that I really did want. Cherry glossa ran a path across my obsidian scars, making them shimmer in the reflected milky rays that dribbled over my dappled bodice. My banner that was previously in a lazy curl above my vibrissae now turned into a show of dominance, pate above the average wolves’ as I stepped forth into the domicile that was now my own. There was no feeling of completeness that ran through my silhouetted bodice, nor did any sign of amour-propre rift through the mask of pure emotionless I wore.

Taking a quick look around, I decided I was close enough to the boarders to call all the migratory hounds to. That was if they wanted to try and get into the pack.

‘Everyone waiting; get the fuck off the lands or come here.. Please.’

The message was curt and straight to the point, I was starting now by saying that these lands were not going to be loosely ruled. Pads calmly came to rest against one another, side by side as I stood. It was dark, but I could still pick up all noise and scents within leeway -- I wouldn’t be enshrouded upon.

During the small waiting period I pulled my hypothesis together, listing it in an order I saw appropriate; Somewhere around was my brother, Angel, whom would loom sooner or later. I was to rid of that past regals’ scent, quickly take it over as my own as to avoid any conflict or demoralisation. He was of the past, I was of the future. Alliances, I wanted to make sure that this pack had a decent benefactor as I would return the favour with loyalty of my own -- We would not be weak, for anyone who did not meet exigency would be killed or banished.

I was not one to be fucked with, and I was to be sure that everyone knew this.



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  • A challenge - By Icebite October 19, 2009 at 07:54:39 AM

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