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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WHISPER, SWEET CHILD.
I'LL KILL YOU QUIETLY.


Amazon had long ago noticed the sporadicity of the Alphas residing in Munashii Gekko, and so more and more excessively he had slunk past the border and lay his claim with urine. And, just as he was about to tilt back his sleek mottled skull to scream his place to the heavens, a sweet yet unwelcome scent entered his always quivering nostrils - a foreign female, a few feet from his spot in the middle of the terra.
Amazon turned, splashed brown and red and silver pelt bristling to vehement life upon his lithe, limber form, muscles contorting and dancing wildly beneath such pelt.
He leaps, letting out a bawl of challenge, though landing before her with upturned dirt spattering his dexterous paws and a flying tail - his sterling eyes glittered in rage and malice, a leather lip twitching back from his golden fangs.
'What is your place, interloper?
This is my place now!'

And, to prove his point, Amazon marks a nearby tree with urine before shrieking and yowling his claim - his feral call echoes through the land, rattling the bones of the Damned soldier's prey.


THIS KNIFE IS BUT A TOY,
DON'T BE AFRAID,
COME HERE CHILD.



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