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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Her slender bodice slipped through the brush with serpentile agility. Blending into the terra that surrounded this packland, her paws led her to the border without a snap or sound. She giggled as she thought of herself as a fairy flitting through the forest, on her way to the toadstools. The birds flew overhead; keeping Perfect company while she sat by the edge of the border. She had a bubbly personality, full of energy and loving anybody and everybody who loved her back. The femme's pelt was a shiny chocolate color, her pools a magnificent sapphire shade. Banner swept around her haunches, she quietly sat, humming something she had heard before from another. It was a sort of song, from a funny human thing. The song went like, "Baby, baby, baby, nooooo, like baby, baby, baby. Wont you roll with me tonight?" That was a piece of it. Her attention turned back to her neck. It was scarred with marks from the collar that the two-legged creatures put on her. From what she heard, they were called humans. Also, they ran a wolf farm. She was born from the two most beautiful wolves at the ranch. Tears clouded her vision as she realized that they were going sell her for pelt and meat. But before they bred her with her father to make even more beautiful offspring. Right before she got pregnant, her father whispered into her ear, "i love you, dont ever forget it." And here she was. Perfect managed to escape the creatures as they were leading her to the dens afterward. Her pearlies met their hands with a force enough to break their hands. She ran for all she had, just barely getting away. The collar had since then tightened and nearly choked her to death when she snagged it a branch on the way in here. It ripped off and she was free. Not entirely though, she still had to give birth to her father's spawn. Her own brothers and sisters. Tears made little streams down her cheeks, pooling at her muzzle and hitting the ground. Her jaws tilted upward to let a soft, mournful song go.

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