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 November 25, 2009 at 06:18:48 AM by King Kong














King Kong held his gaze aloft as they padded closer to the clearing where the alphas and the rest of the pack awaited. Ventiduct system told him before they'd gotten too close that already, there were many new scents he'd have to memorize. New arrivals to the pack. Overall, it was quite confusing and he almost wanted to completely close off his nasal passages so that he could think straight. Instead, listening organs flickered back for a moment and Kong reminded himself to calm down and take it one step at a time. The scents he would get to know one by one. No rush. The strongest smells of all, of course, circulated from both the familiar and unfamiliar. The delicious aroma of Paranoia swept up to him like a flower blooming, its intoxicating fragrance making his nostrils tingle. The other perfume was just as strong yet deeper, a more masculine feeling attached it, definitely that of her brother Angel. So he would be there. Kong felt his whole framework tighten a little in anticipation. What sort of reunion would this become, he wondered.

Auds flickered back to the front, mesmerized temporarily with the footfalls on the ground as him and his companion drew ever closer to the meeting. Visionaries lifted to glance at the one walking beside him, the virile dubbed Kalgalath. A genuine smile lightened Kong's features. He was a sincere brute, full of clear insight and curiosity befitting a good and loyal soldier. He was the type Kong would have been proud to call a member of his pack back in the day. But those days were gone. Good riddance was implied. Pate left itself in the lowered state of omega, whipcord arched up behind his flanks in a neutral posture. He would not forget his manners. This was going to be a learning experience. Finally, they came around a tree, and as its shadow lifted, some of the wolves waiting could be seen. One of the first to reach Kong's own luminaries was, of course, that of the lovely doll Paranoia. The smile already upon his facades deepened some to that of a friendly greeting, an anticipation to see again a good friend, as he already thought of her.

And as the lyrics of his new acquaintance and growing friendship source Kalgalath met his harks, he was glad to see that he wasn't the only one seeing immediate promise in the pack's future. She was a beacon of hope to all, if only she could know the faith some held in her. But there was more yet to be seen, aside from her lovely graces, and Kong ventured with his sun kissed pools to meet those other faces as they reached the edge of the clearing, their large paw pads falling firmly on the softer, more giving lands once out of the foliage and twig debris of the forest. He next found the hulking, ivory figure of a demon prowling his path around the heroine. Angel. It couldn't be any other. His posture held the air of an alpha, his orbs that of a warrior full of confidence and experience. Kong's respect immediately went out to the mascu. He would be sure to listen closely to the words that dropped from this liege's livids. He wondered if they would sound as dark and mysterious as his stature seemed to identify. Kong was not one to make judgments, and he still held out for this one, but he couldn't help but feel the intimidation rolling off the more lowered frames of some of the other wolves already present.

He, himself, had none of that fear. Fear was a healthy thing, of course. But he didn't believe in ruling by fear, and he certainly didn't plan to live by it. Respect and loyalty, now that was good to rule with. An unbreakable force with the right members in your pack boasting said traits. He wasn't sure of the stud yet but if he was kin to the belle then Kong would definitely give him the benefit of the doubt. He couldn't be all bad with such blood running in his veins. Now, he wasn't calling his alphess perfect. Oh no, he could already tell by his earlier discussions with the fae that she was far from flawless, her blood not untainted by earlier deeds. But her stained soul left room for respect in her experiences and those yet to come. It gave a member something for comparison in his or her own life experiences, better to adapt and learn from their uppers. She was no angel, but she was his queen. Saucers stayed on the brooding form of Angel a little longer before tearing away to review the other listeners in the group.

He looked next upon a pair, that of a young, lovely huntress and a gossamer painted pup. The nymph seemed cautious, very aware of her surroundings and sure in her protection over the small tyke at her feet. Yet there was also uncertainty, a small sense of doubt, like she was unsure what to do with the bundle of fur. There was only one juvenile, that Kong could read through his hollows, but the toddler in question seemed a twitch indifferent to the jezebel, like he didn't quite feel like he belonged to her. Kong could still read an unfamiliar scent upon the amateur, like he hadn't yet been marked by the matron's scent, and he wondered at it. An adoptee? He hadn't heard of any wolves he knew taking the parent route upon themselves without a partner and just picking up an orphan out of the blue before, so he was unfamiliar with the situation. He knew in the harridan's position he would be quite uncomfortable though, not knowing what to do or not do that would either draw you closer to the fawn or push them away. What a sad incident. His heart went out to the damsel silently with a soft glance, wishing her luck in gaining the babe's trust in the end.

Next, his viewers fell upon the already submitting form of yet another porcelain stained figure at the clearing's edge. A new arrival, not yet marked by the alphas' scents. Kong took in his dirty, matted fur, his own nares wrinkling slightly at the unfamiliar odor. The hessian must have been a wanderer, a nomad, he thought to himself. They usually were the ones not too worried about personal hygiene. More in the here and now. Simple questions, simple answers. Hungry? Hunt. Tired? Sleep. No emotions to worry about, no responsibilities, no reason to make yourself look presentable for a mate or new acquaintance. Perhaps a notion Kong had entertained a few times in his existence, but maybe he'd been a little too happy with the pack idea to just pack it up and move on out. He valued a good conversation too much. A sociable creature, Kong couldn't really go but a few days without having some form of wording with another of his species. It was too intriguing, to find out something new every time he opened his eavesdroppers. To have to speak but a long greeting sometimes just to hear a barrage of new material to draw into his memory bank about a particular mammal. Throwing his glance away from the surrendered sovereign so as not to seem impolite in staring, he noted the bronc's respectable globes and wondered what the alphas judgment would be.

Now his open airways took in the aroma of a minx and he turned his facilities to take in the ebonite bestian with curiosity. She seemed a little uncertain at first and he made his own features neutral so she wouldn't take any offense at the smile he'd worn before. She probably wasn't used to being called for her judgment, more comfortable with the one on one more private matter of accepted or rejected at the border's edges, where no one can see the final say. His own gaze softened some, feeling for her situation. He would be uncomfortable too in her paw prints. As she spoke, midnight thorns flickered a little, taking in her soft voice and, more curiosity of all, her name. Devil's Goddess, huh? He wondered vaguely how her parents came about that name for their pup. Devil worshipers? He could have laughed at the thought. His own name was still a mystery to him so he held no judgment. It's not like being named after a giant monkey who could climb buildings held any superiority in the name game. At least she was named after gods.

When the seraph dropped to the terra firma to show her own white flag of surrender, he secretly applauded her motions, glad that she at least was comfortable enough to remember to submit. Just a greeting to the alphas would not mandate acceptance to the pack, after all. As he was now fully in view of all present, he simply lowered his own hindquarters to the earth beside where his friend Kalgalath sat, curling his banner around his hinds in a smooth, graceful action. Besides, who knew how long this meeting would last? He wondered if any more new arrivals would show up and felt his fur tremble a little in anticipation. Kong was always eager for new faces, new streams of conversations. New information. For now, the ebb seemed to slow, so he turned his attention to the alphas expectantly. Surely now they would see the pack members present and the hopefuls at their feet and start. He was curious to know what this gathering would hold, intrigued to hear the voices that would melt from the muzzles of the strangers, and enthralled to once again feel the air thrum with renewed energy when the czaress Paranoia let her own songs lift to the skies once again.




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

manipulated by DarQ






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