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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Darkness sweeps across the backside of my eye lids and I am again thrust through a swirl of different colors, mostly black and scarlet, the color of blood. A slight whimper escapes my lips as I know what's coming and I don't want to see anymore. Haven't I been tortured enough these past few days? It takes me anyway, leaving me in a field of beautiful clovers on the ouskirts of a pack. I know because I can smell the scents of other wolves so close. My ears flatten against my scalp as I look around and relief floods me but for a moment as I see no one in sight. That's a good thing, maybe I'll be leaving this place soon. It's not to be so. A rick perfume fills my nostrils and another whine, helpless in nature, escapes my lips. No, I want to say, no, please go back, go away. She doesn't listen of course, the teenage female, barely an adult in life, her slender form not yet supple and curvy but filled with the potential to be beautiful. I bet her mother is like a goddess. My golden gaze follows her like a hawk as she moves through the clovers, sniffing and prancing like she has not a care in the world. My lips curl back of their own accord as I struggle to hold them tight and harmless, a growl rumbling in my throat as the blind rage builds. I turn my head away and am clear headed but for a moment, begging myself not to go through this again. Please, no more deaths. Then I hear a weird choked sound and know that it is me laughing hysterically. The battle is lost and I already know it.

Not even a second later and I am barreling head long at the fea, not even giving her time but one glance up from her wanderings to yelp in fear and shock as I tumble into her petite frame, sending her rolling as I snarl and open my jaws for contact. I feel an ear in my grasp and yank full force, tearing it as she cries out in pain and terror. I see a flash of her wide green eyes and a part of me yells for this to stop but it won't stop, not till she's dead. And so my body moves on without thinking, ripping at tearing as she curls into a little ball and whimpers in the numbness as blood pools around her. I scratch out one green globe with a well placed nail, laughing at her hysterical cries as she now stares half blinded right at me. I bet she thinks I'm a monster. Maybe I am. It's soon over for her and she lies in a thick pool of blood in the middle of the field of clovers, red splashed paint on their fresh green flowers. She neither moves nor looks around in terror, instead gazing off peacefully into the oblivion I've driven her to in my rage. No breaths leave her nostrils and her crushed ribcage stands still, the heart unable to beat. I stare at my masterpiece before I feel a warm wetness on my cheek. I am crying for what I've done but even then, I know I will do it again and again. Blood stains my midnight pelt yet I hunger for more chaos, more destruction. I will find it too.

And just like that, my golden eyes open wide as I gasp in breath after rattling breath, shaking out my pelt as I jump to my paws, eager to rid myself of the horrible nightmare I have just witnessed. These dark memories have been plaguing me for days now, evers since I sent the minx called Hawk away. I quit sleeping at night and took up sleeping out on a rock in the middle of the sunlight, hoping the brightness would keep them away but it was all in vain. My eyes are bloodshot in their dark lids as I stare around at the emptiness that is Munashii, my beloved home. I have given up wishing Angel and Paranoia would return. I have given up wishing anything will happen here to take me out of this tortured thing I call life. I have gained control over most of my body, able to stop the hysterical laughter when I can. I have not seen another wolf in days though and I don't know how I will act when I see one, not that I'm in any rush to test it. My tail droops lifelessly behind my thinner torso, my body drained from not enough sleep and from not having eaten in days. I have not wanted to see blood no more than is spilled in my dreams, let alone smell it in reality once I'm awake. I stand in the same spot, continuously glancing around at the pack lands I have come to love. The trees seem alive in their utter beauty, the song birds quiet if not for a few daring chirps to challenge the silence. It makes this place that was once so alive and wonderful seem eerie and downright cruel. Makes Munashii look like the next Malignant. My eyes narrow at the thought, shaking my head in disbelief of what the world's come to.

Have I done this? Have I run off all the other wolves? The only one I remember greeting that I did not have control of myself was Hawk. Were there others that I scared off that I can't remember? I hope not. Guilt already plagues me ten fold to have another two or three heaped on the top. I am a failure. Just in time a strange and yet unfamiliar cologne invades my nostrils and I take a few whiffs just to be sure its not a trick. Alas it is not, someone knocks at the border. A heavy sigh of defeat escapes my lips as my paws take up a slow path toward the source. This will be the true test, can I keep control of myself or will my body yearn for blood shed just as strongly as before? With the nightmares fresh in my mind, will it yearn for it even more? God, I hope not. My ears perk forward and I manage to raise my tail up to a new height, that of alpha. Yes, I know the position isn't technically mine but as I've been a stand in for so long, I figure I deserve the right to show some pride. My head even manages to raise, though the wariness in my golden lasers is plain to see. Soon enough I make out a flaxen colored fatale standing at the borders, her body set in the most neutral position I've ever seen. She does not look like she's patiently waiting to submit nor does she look like she's about to howl her challenge for the lands. That's good anyway because I definitely don't know how much control I could handle over myself in a battle complete with blood and scars. My lips stay tight and uncomfortable as I fix her with a managable inquisitive stare. Stopping a few feet away, my tail stands erect but not fluffed, saying I'm here for business but I mean no harm unless you start it. "Yes?"



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