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 December 7, 2009 at 04:22:15 AM by The Eleventh Plague
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As he lay there on his back, the lupine did not allow his attention to falter from the wolves around him. Not because he really was worried … after all, these sort of pack trials were often organized, and he had done nothing to provoke hostilities. If anything, he was icy in his demeanor. Why expect every wolf to fall within a blissful category of being? It was also curious as to what the alphas may think of his main reason for being there, if they were to ever read his mind and find out. Protection in numbers, and a better supply of food … it was true that he sought these things, though if you think this meant he would simply mooch then you were mistaken. The Eleventh Plague would certainly pull his weight and more in achieving these things. He was quite the accomplished hunter, and border patrol was nothing new. Not the most social canine, but nothing even remotely close to someone who would slack on his responsibilities. So, while his motives for joining a pack were not traditional –more instinct driven- it was not that he wouldn’t be giving something back. Plague felt eyes upon him, but his dark occuli averted anyone else’s. He only kept the wolves in his sight in a vague sense, enough to see when the femme in charge sent him a nod to rise. Not caring much for staying all pretty and pristine, the large male rolled quickly onto his belly. From there with sturdy limbs he easily propelled himself up to a standing position. His body had previously been at the paws of the alphas, causing him to rise in the center of small gathering. He removed himself from that position, walking a few steps and then turning to once more face the monarchs. He did not sit, as the ashen wolf felt no desire to become more comfortable. He was quite content as it were. Velvet auds flicked upward as the fresh feminine lyrics embraced the chilled air. Words of salutation to all who had chosen to arrive, and after this it seemed the queen’s turn for speaking was finished. Her brother, similar in appearance then began pervading the atmosphere with his vocals. First some simple formalities, those of which The Eleventh Plague had made himself aware before coming to seek acceptance. If nothing else, at least know the names of the lupines that might be leading you. More of what the king was declaring Plague was already well conscious to. Each and every kingdom would be identical in the way of ranks and trespassers. You begin your pack life at the bottom of the ranks and often could earn your way up. As for intruders, they would most likely be killed –something the ivory wolf was not at all unfamiliar with. After several forewarnings of the consequence for misbehaving, some points said more than once, TEP noticed a smile upon the female’s face. Oddly enough it was not she whose voice once more came to everyone’s auricles, but instead the socially awkward king. ”Enough of that for one day, how about we get to know one another.. Let me see, uh. I’m Angel, as I previously said. My sister is Paranoia, I’m planning to put the past behind me and start anew with you guys.” Slowly a brow quirked upward. Slightly, not really noticeable unless you truly intended to stare at him. “I’m Paranoia, and can honestly say the most social out of us two. I find these lands beautiful and am proud to be alphess here.. I’ve met one nice brujo and hope the rest of you will be just as sincere.” So, a meet and greet session it was. Not TEP’s idea of how he might be spending his time, but if thought necessary for the pack then he would oblige. If it came down to it, he wouldn’t care about volunteering first or second or last, though it seemed not even to be a worry. An overzealous male, personally introduced as Kalgalath took the floor first. He made a whole ceremony of it too, stepping forward and then back again. Next was a darkly colored male who shortened his name of King Kong to Kong. He spoke of being proud to be a member and all that. But to Plague’s ears it fell as just words of a hopeful. Words … really quite worthless things until actions were put behind them to support their well being. So that shaped part of who he was. One to dwell much more on his actions than his words. A black wolfess who had just recently entered and grabbed everyone’s attention introduced herself as ‘Rani’. From her fragrance, the male detected that she may not have been welcomed, and waited for anything that needed to be dealt with, if there was. And TEP vaguely noticed that she had especially stolen the interest of Kalgalath. Looking about the group, he noticed not many were left. Wishing to not have it drag along, he parted his jaws, allowing his deep voice to exit into the night. The Eleventh Plague. His vocals were gruff, and not the most pleasant. Not outright harsh though, more like he had not spoken for some time and thus had not velvet lining to his voice. He completed his greeting with a slight dip of his skull. That was, in a way, the whole “I’m loyal to you and pleased to be accepted” part of his little speech. Like mentioned previously, he was not a man of many words, and much preferred to give his actions the ability to speak for him. A wolf’s actions had a way of always telling the truth, whether on purpose or not. His attention then fell into that limbo stage of waiting for another individual to take the stage. | |
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- little slaughtered herring sings - By p a r a n o i a December 15, 2009 at 04:30:11 AM
| fall.from.grace | - By King Kong December 15, 2009 at 06:11:55 PM
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