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 24, 2009 at 02:19:10 PM by The Eleventh Plague
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No more than five minutes after his latest update call was delivered, an alpha in the flesh appeared to the waiting trio. Well, really TEP didn’t have to wait there. If he was some lazy pack member who simply wanted the benefits of living within the confines of pack territory. That and … really he had nothing better to do. Not socialize, as that wasn’t a strong interest of his, and he was not hungry enough to seek out prey that didn’t live in the regular lands of Blossom Forest. Little rodents would suffice perfectly fine for a few days at least. angel emerged from the surrounding foliage, a snarl clear upon his scars. TEP guessed a warning, as it appeared no one present had actually earned such. The ivory male dipped his skull to match the king’s own gesture before taking a couple steps backward. Now he was nothing other than the monarch’s back up … though he doubted it was needed. Painting a picture was worth a thousand hollow threats he supposed, so perhaps showing himself as back up would give a small idea of the pack’s strength to the female pair. The king snapped his daggers in their direction to add onto the snarl. No funny business – it was a clear message. After sweeping his eyes across both submitting wolves, they rested upon the multi-colored femme. angel’s voice cut the heavy silence like a knife. “You may stand, welcome to Munashii Gekko.” Once more an unpleasant snarl formed upon his lips as he looked to the grey female. He then allowed his vocals loose once more, addressing both females at first. So TEP let his attention drift onto the submitting female, feeling a little hostile towards her himself. Feeding off the alpha’s aura, perhaps. “I am Angel and my sister, alphess around here is Paranoia. Of course if you had any real interest in joining my pack you would have known as much. But you, little lady, I hear you didn’t have any real interest at all.” He then turned his attention towards The Eleventh Plague and the thus far nameless female who had just recently been accepted. “What do you think I should do with her?” The ivory male already had his opinion formed, though when his jaws parted to give a reply, it seemed a feminine voice had taken the place of his own, and his gaze returned to the still submitting female with a sharp edge to it. “Sir, forgive me. I mean no harm at all. I have come, searching for a family, or just another wolf to be with. The strong and bitter winter is approaching, and most wolves would die without another to share warmth.” ‘Excuse me, I don’t believe he addressed you.’ His gruff voice was on the edge of a growl, adding a slight vicious rumble to his voice. His scars had slightly raised as well, feeding her a clear warning. ‘You’d be wise to mind your place, miss, and wait to be spoken to.’ Plague calmed his features back to the emotionless mask as his gaze flickered back upward to angel. ‘Lacks intelligence and basic pack skills. I say send away, we’ve no need for idiots here, sir.’ Once his opinion was delivered, his lamps flickered once to the standing female before lowering to the one still awaiting judgement. | |
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- its shakin like an earthquake - By Scarecrow December 24, 2009 at 03:16:40 PM
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