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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in the bible there were ten
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Posted on November 16, 2009 at 06:29:32 AM by The Eleventh Plague






[sorry for typos.. was done quick an at 1am XD.]

Plague’s walk was with a harsh tone of authority. His ears were perked forward, and legs were on the side of being stiff. His tail was eve raised a few inches above neutral, and was slightly bristled. And even with all this, his steps were an unnatural sort of silent. This white wolf wasn’t keen on giving his freedom up, and never would his attitude be broken. So this would definitely be interesting. One may ask, then, why join a pack? It should be obvious, really. More wolves meant more food. Though he was perfectly capable of hunting for himself, a hard summer of finding prey predicted a very harsh winter, and though he didn’t present himself as a very social being, he was smart. Very intelligent, in fact, and he knew when to make use of other canines. Obviously he would provide help as much as it was personally appropriate, but TEP would be sure to be careful. Always careful around others.

If one were to see him move, they might mistake the white wolf as a ghost. A phantom out to redeem revenge on its killer. His ivory pelt was slightly unkempt, on account of the wind that threw itself throughout his pelt, ruffling especially the subtly fluffier fur on his back. If the rain earlier that day had not cleaned him off, his paws and underside would be dirtied with mud, which wolves often trekked through. Now his pelt was nice and pristine, if not a little dingy simply from living. Looking up, the wolf’s dark brown eyes found him to be right on time.

Day was just melting into night, a time called twilight. Almost like the time when the moon and sun exchanged jobs for a while. The sun was sinking to peek over the tips of the many evergreens ahead. An orange glow wrapping itself around each silhouette tenderly. He did not smile nor did he frown. Only looked ahead once more, and kept on walking forward. As the male grew closer and closer, his aggressive manner became less and less. By the time he would eventually arrive at the border, his stance would read nothing except neutral. The scent of the pack was growing even stronger now. A couple facts were becoming obvious to him. Though a couple of these he already knew of. The alphas were related, not mates. Female and male. And what he knew that the fragrance could not deliver to him was that their names were Paranoia and Angel. Oh yes, the male had done his research. The pack was not hugely populated, though there were enough followers to call it ‘decently sized’. Five or so members. Especially good for a newer pack, as this one happened to be.

The ivory male arrived at the border – standing with his toes nearly grazing the line of scent in fact. He had little care to fear the imaginary line there. Respect it, yes. Fear it, definitely not. He’d be insane on a literal level to have no fear, and nearly was for that matter, but out of the little fear within the male, borders were not one of them. His brown eyes shifted around for a moment, before he decided he would lie down. But a moment before his legs began to bend, a howl came to his ears, carried along the nippy night wind. The overtone was a little sugary for his liking, and made him mentally cringe a little. Newcomers, huh? With the slightest sigh, he kept on stepping, feeling nothing special with crossing the border.

Within a few minutes, his long legs brought him to a small clearing where the silver bathing of moonlight gave it an almost surreal look. Even his white fur took on a peculiar sheen. Plague’s stance was still at neutral, though when he came within a few feet of the obvious alphas, without any sort of expression, he laid down and then submitted … and it was obvious, also, that he wasn’t tense about this at all. Not that he especially favored his position, and that was obvious as well by the muffled, unpleasant groan he released as he waited. Somewhat of an impatient thing, though not exactly. It was to himself, and though audible to others, they wouldn’t really take offense if they had any sort of intelligence. Alphas usually did. As he waited, TEP barely noticed the pup also in the clearing. Pups didn’t matter to him … they weren’t worth his time to really notice.



Species: Wolf

Name: The Eleventh Plague

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Pelt: White

Height: 2ft 7in

Eyes: Dark Brown

Role Player: greensmurf





thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night
nor for the arrow that flieth by day
nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness
nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday




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