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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King Kong waited with a patient pose, his neutral eyes going over the land before him in no specific manner. It would be a small pack, he knew. But he liked it that way. Less crowded, less drama. His old pack had grown too fast in his opinion. It had only succeeded in stressing him out and making it harder as an alpha in his opinion. He'd never been good at leading large groups. Especially large groups made of fussy youth once the pups starting dropping in springtime. Then you have the teens later on in the season, all full of hormones and frustration cause they don't know what they want to be just yet.

So then there's female fighting female, in bluffs and words of course. And there's males thinking they're alpha material already vying for your position or just hoping if they kiss your ass enough you'll just hand it over to them. He hated the feeling of knowing more than one wolf in his pack wanted him dead. After all, he'd raised the dumb jokers. Yet he still couldn't help but feel affectionate, protective over the teen males. Kong had always been a sucker that way. A softie for the wrong ones.

Twin pinnacles of night lifted in their anticipation as a sudden scent flowed his way. Taking its sweet perfume into his nostrils, Kong lowered his pate a little lower, making it a little more obvious that he was here to submit, not to fight. He recognized the smell of the femme who who's aroma permeated from just about every tree and flower in the area. She was the alphess and she was here to greet him. Kong let a small smile chisel his features toward the fatale, letting her know of his friendly intention ahead of time. Though he was sure she would read that through his submitted posture.

As she appeared from the dense bushes, Kong kept his head and tail low in submission, auditories laced back upon his dark skull. He knew better than to lift his stance just because she came out looking friendly. Those were usually the ones to watch. The ones that would tear your head off at the first glance. She was a slender apparition of snowy texture, this he could take in through his lowered eyelids. Shorter than he, with a leaner build, more for speed than fighting. But the fast ones could take down a slower bigger creature in a heartbeat. Kong prided himself for not being one of the slow ones. He was muscled like a brick house but he was quick too.

A lone aud perked forward at the fem's lyrics, telling him to raise himself. Kong acquiesced humbly, lifting his complexus, though not to her own height of course. His cord curled upward in a friendly greeting, his golden orbs bright with curiosity. He listened to the rest of her song with pleasure, taking in every syllable for evaluation. She was specific, and curious. Traits he admired. The vague ones left too much open for disobedience in their pack. Too much for them to bite your head off about later when you didn't even know what you did wrong. Kong thought carefully of his answer before letting the thoughts bleed from his velvets.

Hello, Paranoia. I am King Kong. I want to be in a pack for comfort. Being a lone wolf does not feed the stomach nor keep the vultures at bay when the stomach is empty and the energy level low. I want to be in your pack because it is small yet stable. Not empty and filled with a deserted feeling, as some of the other pack lands I glanced at on my way through. I feel life here, and though it is not shared by many others here, that is what makes it feel like home, at least to me.

He hesitated to let his words sink in. He was almost sure what this fae had been thinking upon first glance of him. Of course I said almost because he couldn't really start to judge Paranoia's thought on first impression. He knew nothing of her. Yet most single females would look upon him as a potential pest, a conqueror here to try to win her over through charm and place him on the throne beside her. He was sure Paranoia would in fact receive many of that kind when the word got out of a lone female alpha. Yet Kong was no selfish beast. Ok, that's a lie. Any creature could be selfish. Kong was selfish in the fact that when he was hungry, he wanted food. When he's lonely, he wants company. He wants a pack for his own safety and security.

Kong was not power hungry, though. He did not miss the alpha position, all its stressing situations and responsibilities. He quite looked forward to the quiet and calmness of just being a pack member. He would enjoy the chance to get to know his fellow pack members, and his alphess of course, without the stress of dealing with those trying to kiss your ass and those trying to rebel. It had always seemed to him that he couldn't have a decent conversation with another wolf without them making it into a competition of words. He had tried being a leader but a friend foremost. The most he could say to the fair maiden if she wanted the same was good luck.


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King kong~male~Grey Wolf~four winters~coal black w/gold eyes

manipulated by DarQ






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