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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Fear was an emotion I lived with nearly every day of my existence. I had seen my family torn in two because of something as insignificant as looks. The thought that rejection could come at any moment was a horrible, terrifying thing. It brought with it the downside of fear: shear desperation. The dirty little secret that rendered even the smartest and most intuitive of wolves nothing more then blithering idiots, willing to do anything to stop the fear. For me, desperation ruled my every move. My fear of being abandoned by my pack, my family, drove me to do things that I would never have done under normal circumstances. It turned a tool essential to survival into what was perhaps my greatest weakness. Swan was really the only one who knew the full extent of my fear, and she took constant advantage of it.

Submission was the price I paid for acceptance. I was the one whom Swan turned to when she wanted to reestablish her feeling of superiority. I was, to put it bluntly, her lackey. I was put through the paces of submission several times a day, courtesy of my “loving” sister. All because I so desperately wanted to stay in my mother’s favor. Swan was the only one from our litter that had Mother’s pretty white coat; Gabriel and I got our looks from Dracos. Both of us often got the cold shoulder from Mother. Sure it wasn’t the complete disownment she gave Wrath and our six other younger siblings, but it was enough to be noticed. Gabriel didn’t seem to care too much about it; he always had been a bit of a loner. But me… Well, it was clear that if it weren’t for Swan, Mother would have dropped me like she did the others. It was for that reason that I lied for, hunted for, fought for, even killed for Swan. And it was for that reason that I hated her.

I smelt him before I saw him, his form hidden from my vision by the dense shrubbery of the forest. I kept my eyes lowered and my form still; I didn’t want to invite any vicious attack from the alpha. A flash of white sent a shock through me, and for a moment I thought it was my sister stepping from the bush. A quick inspection showed that it wasn’t my sister, but the alpha brute. My gaze connected with his mismatched stare before I looked down. Meeting and maintaining eye contact with another was confrontational and challenging, something that was to be avoided while submitting. My ears pressed flat against my skull and my tail tucked firmly against my hind legs. I was aware of every move he made; even the slightest shift in weight didn’t get by me. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, bringing with it a very familiar feeling: fear.

”This is Munashii Gekko, state your business here Madam.”

My soft hazel eyes rose to look at him again, though it was a brief glance. He was handsome, but I wasn’t looking for romance. The only male I was interested in seducing was smitten with my younger sister, my rather pregnant younger sister. Ater had been the one prize Swan had failed to win, the only thing that kept her from being perfect in my mother’s eyes. I couldn’t count the number of night’s I laid awake imagining the praise Mother would give me if I won Ater’s heart. The mere thought of the look on my sister’s face was enough to make me smile. I held back the urge to do so as I presented myself to the alpha, not wanting to look like a blithering idiot. Not exactly the best first impression one could make.

I rose, if you could call it that, from my sitting position into a crouched, submissive stance. My tail curled under me, and my head remained extremely low as I slunk cautiously over to the alabaster male. My body language showed that I meant no harm, and that I was not advancing to attack. I stopped before him, his masculine frame easily towering over my petite body. I tilted my lowered head up, my body sinking closer to the ground and my tongue snaked out of my black-lipped maw. My soft pink muscle ran over the underside of his jaw, a sign of submission that few seemed to use nowadays. I took a few steps back before lowering my body into a solid lay down, the final act in my play of submission. I kept my eyes focused on the brujo’s chest, not wanting to stare him in the eye, but not wanting to avoid looking at him all together. His chest seemed to be my happy medium.

“I’ve come to join your pack, if you’ll have me. My sister owns the pack next to us, I’m not sure of it’s proper name though. She’s not exactly fond of me, if you’re wondering why I’m not lying at her borders.”

My voice was smooth and soft as silk, floating from my mouth and lingering for a moment in the still air. For the things I’d gone through in my life, my voice remained a strikingly pure and beautiful thing. Gabriel told me once that it fit well with my simplistic beauty, whatever that means. I’d stormed off upset that he would use the word “simple” to describe me, but since then I’d come to like it. I’d seen the way the boys looked at me, I wasn’t completely naïve. My looks got played down when I was with Swan, but now that I was out from under her thumb I could embrace it. I was more then just another pretty gal, I was beautiful. Like my brother had said, it was a simplistic beauty, but beauty nonetheless. My coat was light and feathery, painted a soft cream on my underside and a mixture of grays, auburn, and black. To some I might look plain because of my coloring. I was striking, sure, but if you looked for a while it would dawn on you.

But in any case, whether or not this male thought I was pretty wasn’t really a concern to me. I just wanted him to accept me into the pack so I could settle down and start about my “mission.”



ROSELYN ~ ADULT ~ FEMALE ~ MATELESS ~ BROWN EYES ~ GREY, RED, AND BLACK COAT WITH A CREAM UNDERSIDE


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