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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little slaughtered herring sings1
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Posted on November 29, 2009 at 04:32:37 AM by p a r a n o i a

Although he appeared happy I could feel what the façade held, so well hidden that it scared me; Angel was only breathing now because of me.. Each breath that he took so hesitantly into his lungs was a new pain, memories that drew back to haunt. He was depressed but covered the fact in hope that the feelings would disappear. Agony, it drew to surface a lust that he so hated to have. There was a constant struggle to not give in, hurting only more over the time he refused to admit what he was so, so scared of. Not only what he was scared of himself, but of what I would think.. What I would do if he started again.

Like a drug addict, his system needed it.
Without it you sweat and shake, feel a pressure that threatens to burst from your chest or head in a display of blood and gore.
A little demon playing games through your very being.

Our previous life had involved so much blood that now when I became angry, it was all I could smell and taste. The warm bitterness, red and thick. It had it’s own taste and texture, no mistaking it anymore. It had become part of us, and watching it spilt did not make me flinch in the slightest. I knew how Angel craved violence, wanted to so badly take out everything he was holding in as he had been taught, a substitute for crying. Killing.

For my brother did not cry to express normal emotions,
Angel was a murderer, and the only thing stopping his life style was me.
It always had been me in the way.

It was not as though he could not turn his back to me and walk away, for as much as I needed him I had made it more then clear that I was all grown up and that even if it would be hard that I could fight my way through life by myself. There had been times when he had disappeared from my life; Angel had two sides I came to notice. One that withdrew into the darkness every so often, one that was growing stronger. This was his most violent side, and everything about he seemed threatening when he was like this. A demon.. Then came his other side, the hurt one that cried out every night in his sleep, the one that was growing so weak. That was my Angel, what was left of the playful little puppy. He was disappearing now. I was scared, so scared.

That was possibly one reason I found myself looking around for a pack to rule like a blood thirsty demon, wanting a change from our current position. Now that I had found one, I was hoping I wouldn’t lose my brother to the monster he even feared. I knew quite well that he had a split personality, but when they mixed was when it was the scariest -- He had hurt me before, cried while he ripped my skin open, said sorry while he pinned me down and attempted to smother me. I couldn’t do anything when he was like that, I did not want to hurt him: I was too loyal to him to do that, too soft to be angry. At the end he would always come to, each time though the attacks seemed to grow out in length. His mismatched grey-blue gaze would make me break down and cry. Even after the times he held me down and screamed at me to die.

I had never felt real love,
Not one without pain any way.

Now that we had a pack I was scared to let go, I did not want anyone to ruin my plans.. I just wanted to get comfortable with life, not that I really knew what was average or comfortable. I was kind of just hoping I would understand it when it happened, and go on from there. It was like a little child wishing for a treat really, however I had set out to grab what I wanted. Half way there, I liked to hope.

I always tried to be positive though, look happy and bubbly. I did feel much lighter, but with the still stark figure standing next to me, I knew it would be a hard thing to keep up with. I wanted him to be happy and it was unhealthy to be feeling all this.. Darkness. Sadness. Bad emotions that I wanted to fade away, since we were teenagers had it been like this. I was there to support him, and he was there for me in other ways. I never really knew what they were, or why I didn’t drift away to find a happy life. I guess killing started to become easy to me as well, and from there on we kind of depended on one another, a duo.

Like a whore hired to fuck,
We were assassins hired to slaughter.
Mindless and professional.

Blossom Forest promised a change, a place of refuge where no one knew who we were. I wasn’t fully sure what Angel wanted out of it, but I wanted something like a family. I promised myself that I would try and be the best alphess that I could be, and hopefully enjoy doing it. I saw too many other rulers be brought down by their roles, but I knew they hadn’t really gained the position through experience or anything like that. Packs these days were given to any random, not that I was saying we had gone through a great deal to earn this place. It wasn’t really well looked after anyway, abandoned before one lone brute chose to take it into his grips before disappearing. I didn’t care though, if I had to then I would prove why I had this position, as would Angel who was acting as the other alpha. We made a deal that we would rule evenly, hoping if we came to the situation that one or both of us gained a mate that we would not change things. I did not care for ranks when it came to close family, but for everyone else I was going to set things straight in this meeting.

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