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 06:51:07 AM by The Eleventh Plague
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ooc; don’t color your subject or wolf’s name, it’s against site rules. Ty =] ic; Subsequent to the small ‘meet and greet’ pack gathering, The Eleventh Plague wasted little time to make a casual escape from his pack mates. It was bizarre for the male to think of them as such. The thought would grow on him, though, as it did for most long time loners. He had traveled a long while to reach the pack, though that had not exactly made him weary. More than anything it had made him ready to masticate a meal fit for a champion. Though realistically, the ivory male knew a rabbit would have to suffice until a pack hunt was in order. This way he would be able to stay within pack grounds incase he was needed. His first thought … highly unlikely, but the whole “you never know” might come in handy then if he was one for that sort of thing. He wasn’t, but just saying. Setting himself at an easy stride, his long appendages carried him away from the other packs wolves. Nostrils expanded, and lowered towards the earth, searching for that unmistakable stench of rodent. The porcelain brujo didn’t discover the fragrance he had been seeking, though his nares caught the aroma of a lupine at the border. What did a good little soldier do in this situation? No, he did not lack this common knowledge, simply had to summon it from the rusty files labeled “pack life” somewhere in the depths of his mind. As his muscular pillars started towards this foreign wolven aroma, a feminine howl from the same newcomer came to his acoustics. The Eleventh Plague was already on his way, and already not ecstatic about this, he chose to continue at his current pace. His dark optics were pointed forward, not really looking at anything specific except where his next steps would lead. When Plague arrived at the border he found a hueless vixen already submitting at his feet. The feral canine would seem colossal as he towered over her lying body. TEP knew that the monarchs would not need to be told of the new arrival for it had announced itself. But perhaps it would be a positive for the ruling pair to have a complete grasp on the situation. Rising his skull towards the ebon sky of night, lids clamped over his dark lamps and his lips formed an ‘o’. He had inhaled deep into his lungs as his crown had moved upward, and now released it in the magnificent sound that anyone could recognize as the howl of a wolf. And every wolf’s was unique to it, as was it’s voice and scent and features. He was not telling the king and queen that a newcomer was waiting … any wolf with a functional nose could tell that. No, he was simply giving a report as any border patroller would … any decent one, anyhow. Giving the basics of the situation … the waiting wolf was adult, female, and was already submitting when he came to park on the border in front of her. Once his voice released the final note onto the crisp, winter air, he dropped his skull down to her form once more, his dark brown orbs trained on her once more. Not for personal interest, but for guarding reasons. And now he would wait, as any good soldier would. Either one [he doubted both would trouble themselves] would emerge from the inner workings of Munashii Gekko to get straight to the denying or accepting of the lingering wolf, or they would send instructions back along the wind for their warrior. It mattered not to the brujo which occurred. Perhaps this was the part where some chose to do their little introductions. Plague didn’t. It was not his business to introduce the pack, that was alphas’ subject. And there was really no need to say something that the alphas would be along … speaking in general wasn’t a favorite pastime so why be a captain obvious and use unnecessary breath? No, he would wait in silence … or let her speak if she truly felt the need. He doubted it, though. | |
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Replies:
- Renegades in a hail of s u i c i d e - By DeKay December 20, 2009 at 06:11:11 AM
One at a time - By The Eleventh Plague December 24, 2009 at 01:24:40 PM
Have I been sleeping all these years? - By DeKay December 29, 2009 at 02:23:57 AM
you were the first to lie - By a n g e l December 30, 2009 at 01:56:32 AM
Fighting the dead in the dying years - By DeKay December 31, 2009 at 06:34:12 PM
just so you know... - By Poppy December 31, 2009 at 08:43:55 PM
Ehh - By Flanery January 2, 2010 at 02:50:03 AM