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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Scarecrow really did detest the feeling of being watched … but she knew it was necessary. The same with submitting as she was … she hated it, but it was what one may call a necessary evil. At least for those wishing to join a pack. After she had laid herself down and submitted, the ivory fellow gave call to the alphas, updating them with another status report. Not too much waiting, as it turned out, a few minutes and one of the alphas appeared. This was obvious not only by him matching one of the scents that marked the borders, but also his posture. Scarecrow was half tempted to say ’now that’s what an alpha looks like’ but she let it go. There was a time and place, and it wasn’t then. Brown eyes went to work making observations … he was quite large, and the muscular type, similar to the omega. Ivory like the omega as well.

Her brown eyes didn’t miss the snarl he wore upon his mask as he stepped forward, nor did she miss the snap of his teeth. She knew better than to mess with an alpha anyways, though she guessed the other female might need a warning. He gave her permission to rise, and the multi-colored femme wasted no time rolling over and then standing. It felt good to no longer feel so vulnerable to any wolf that happened to cross by. After giving her pelt a slight shake, she stepped over across the border and onto the land that would be her home from then on. The femme turned to face the alpha as he began speaking, introducing himself and the other alpha. After saying something to the female who still submitted, he asked for the opinions of the other two.

The newest pack member decided to wait for the male to reply before she gave in hers. He had spent more time with the grey femme, after all. Before he really had the chance, though, the submitting femora opened her mouth and pleaded for her place in Munashii Gekko. Brown orbs watched the female, half wishing she had just kept her scars sealed and allowed the others to … well, probably persuade the alpha to send her away. Really she had done them a favor by proving the words that would soon provide angel with an evaluation of her. Not a good one. After the omega put the female in her place, he said quite bluntly what was on her own mind as well. If this grey female could not tell an omega from an alpha, she really had no place in a pack. Then talking out of turn on top of that … it all made Scarecrow edge towards a head ache. After the male concluded, she picked up without missing a beat. Her shoulders gave a small shrug as her feminine tone met the air in a puffy white cloud.

I agree … she thought he was the alpha.

Her skull gestured towards the ivory omega at the word ‘he’. She would have spoken it in a mocking tone if the situation was different. If it not official pack business. Instead she made it obvious that she was quite serious, only wishing to further prove the point that the female didn’t belong amongst them. Her observant eyes watched the alpha for his reaction.


Species: Wolf

Name: Scarecrow

Age: Adult

Gender: Female

Pelt: Colorful

Height: 2ft 9in

Eyes: Brown

Role Player: greensmurf



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It's shakin' like an Earthquake
Move ur tail
Bout that time my people all were quakin'
another 10.0 was in the makin'




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