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 May 29, 2010 at 10:33:28 AM by CASJ
Satowra moved fluidly through the trees with a grace unbeknown by one of her few years. She was light on her paws as she twisted lithely around rotting tree trunks. Her silent prescence unnoticed by the few rooting groundlings that scuttered among twisting roots. She was a young wolf, her life still folded and checked neatly with only a tear here and there when things didn't go as planned. The mismatched orbs missed nothing and the flaring nares eagerly drunk in the passing scents.
The charrie wondered what she was doing in the most secretive part of Blossom heading towards a pack wreathed in mystery and reeking of blood. The wolf may as well have been underground it was so damp and dark. The loamy soil clotted beneath her nails and the icy air spangled with every exhaled breath. A shiver of her ebon bodice dislodged a wet leaf that had landed on her shoulder. As it fell, the smell of rotteness invaded sensitive auds and she sneezed. Despite everything though, even the very branches of long-dead trees warning her back, she would not be dissuaded. She who sees through the eye of the storm was drawn to the darkest reaches of the earth to bring back the damned and reveal light in a dead world. Her heart called out to the broken and beat, to the wounded and weak. A beacon of hope in a terra of terror, the demoness slunk forwards, only stopping when she reached the scent line that indicated a pack.The silence was heavy but the shreak of wounded souls pierced the artificial light. Feeling a little out of her depth, Satowra gave a short, sharp bark, aware that the wolves had already scented her prescence but eager for the company of another soul in her own soul's damper.
"I am here"
she would wait for the wolf to approach before cautiously laying on her belly. She would submit to the alpha but would sooner die then kow-tow and scrape in the dirt. Then she would rise, keeping her head and banner low and ears slicked against her sleek white skull, "I seek entry into your pack. I seek to join your ranks,"
after speaking she would stand waiting hoping to allowed to accompany the alpha back to his or her pack. She pushed the idea of a mate out of her mind. Maybe Animal would find her again, maybe not but for now, she would be content to wait it out.
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