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 18, 2009 at 09:07:07 AM by The Eleventh Plague
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Of course there would be newcomers. This was a new pack, soon to flourish or fail. By the recent looks, failing was far from its future. Though it intrigued The Eleventh Plague what the intention of all these wishing to join might really be. A new pack, so did the chance at those fresh, unclaimed ranks attract these lupines? Or perhaps it was the fact that the alphas sharing the monarchy were siblings, therefore very open to mates. Any that might become locked into matrimony with one of the pair would be elevated onto a shiny new throne. Either intention seemed quite obvious in TEP’s mind … though that was possibly him lacking in his faith of others. Why, when canines had never shown him something to believe in thus far in life? Not exactly a pessimist, but a self claimed realist. Even a perfectly capable brujo as he was, The Eleventh Plague was only after what any sensible lupine would be. No hidden agendas or additional motives to his joining the pack. He was after what pure instinct would drive him for. Survival, and as winter’s fingers crawl over Blossom Forest, its frosty nails clawing through the terra, a pack would obviously be in the ivory wolf’s best interest. Not a one ended sort of deal, though, as he would more than willingly pull more than his weight for his place among the pack. To eat a share for meat or stay warm within the confines of the territory. He intended to give more than received, simply because he was a wolf and this is what instinct brought him to. This was the basic reason for any canine to join a pack … he simply did not include the secondary reasons of wishing for family or even further reasons like some hussy might. The large soldier’s course was set onward to a second newcomer. This matriarch had howled a song as the one before her, though the words of which fell upon deaf ears. He really cared little as to what lyrics her melody consisted of, satisfied to be alerted to her presence. And if she had not announced it, then within a few seconds her fragrance would have. He only exited the scene of the first newcomer after the alphas had dealt with it and it was completely done. He was not a wolf that left a job unfinished. It was night, but his dark coffee lamps were perfectly adjusted for nocturnal living. His appendages moved at quite a steady pace … not rushing, but being sure not to waste time. When his alabaster form emerged from the trees to find the female, he immediately was drawn to the fact that her body was not yet submitting. Instead just casually sitting beside the border. Submit. Now is in your favor rather than later. TEP’s dark occuli hovered on her grey toned form for a few heartbeats longer, vaguely noticing her almost scrawny build. As before, his skull raised upward, drawing in a deep breath as he did so. Once it was released through his lips, it carried on a message for his monarchs … an update for them. It was an adult female, instead of submitting she was sitting at the border and as of now he had advised her to submit. When the final note was out into the air, his unimpressed gaze returned to the femora. She now had a number of options, including ignoring his words, turning and leaving or being intelligent and actually following through with a full submission. All was in her decision now, the chess pieces at her command. | |
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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 | |
Replies:
- Words flow from a toungeless mouth - By Lips of an Angel December 18, 2009 at 03:11:19 PM
its shakin like an earthquake - By Scarecrow December 19, 2009 at 10:50:44 PM
in the bible there were ten - By The Eleventh Plague December 19, 2009 at 11:59:22 PM
she was the first to go - By a n g e l December 20, 2009 at 01:53:05 AM
Body walks with no limbs - By Lips of an Angel December 22, 2009 at 08:55:07 PM
One in the same - By The Eleventh Plague December 24, 2009 at 02:19:10 PM
its shakin like an earthquake - By Scarecrow December 24, 2009 at 03:16:40 PM
brain controls no body - By Lips of an Angel December 24, 2009 at 07:53:01 PM
>>>>> - By greensmurf December 24, 2009 at 08:34:17 PM