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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I walk ever so slowly toward the borders of my home. The old caked blood of Kershov and myself sticks to my midnight hide, reminding others that I am a warrior, proven in battle. My lean muscles ripple effectively beneath my tangled pelt. Why haven't I cleaned myself of the blood, you might ask. Really, I have no clue. I could jut say because it's cold and the water is freezing, but that would be a lie. I don't mind a little numbing cold if it means getting rid of the smell. I want it as a reminder of how far I've come. I used to be a gentleman, the monster in the background, no longer even a thought. Maybe that's why it took over again. I ignored it, instead of remembering its there and embracing it as a part of myself I can never change. I became the monster after I saw my pack turn its back on me and a stranger take over everything, including my mate's heart. I turned my back on them in return and let the savage part of me take over. I became the monster. It was an easy life, full of blood shed and torture, emptiness. I felt nothing while the monster took over. It was easy, but it wasn't me.

When I found Munashii and Paranoia, I found redemption. I found a second chance. I turned my life around and locked the monster in the background without a second thought. I became the quiet thoughtful gentleman who did my job and did it well. When Paranoia and Angel left, I continued to do my job and the duty that they left me with. I watched over the pack and tried to make the absent alphas proud. I did my best, but it wasn't enough. The members that had come in by the dozens seemed to disappear over night. It was like one morning I woke up and I was all alone. The lonliness turned on me and I started to grow restless. That was when the two bastards came into the territory and pissed all over wolf pack law, thinking their egos were enough to take control. I led them to the clearing and readied myself for battle only to have the cowards up and run. My restlessness overtook me and the monster came out to play once more. I was dissatisfied and full of rage and fire with no way to put it out so I ran. I ran from the pack lands even though I didn't know my destination. That was the point where I failed Paranoia.

I had the thought never to return and even if I didn't vow it, just the thought was enough. Of course, I didn't avoid Munashii altogether. No, it's too much a part of me to do that. I patrolled the outer borders every so often just to make sure it was still there. Every time i came through, it was empty, completely devoid of wolf activity. No one dared to challenge the borders, even though I was gone. Even though the scent of anyone assuming power was faded, no one challenged the border. It surprises me still but I won't question it. It's too late to question it. I remained out in the open lands and that's where I met Jaylah. She was a spitfire of a wolfess and a warrior no doubt. She captured the part of me that lay dormant inside the monster, making me suddenly want to fight. And fight, I did. I fought the monster till I finally got control, but this time I learned from my past mistakes. This time I acknowledged the monster's presence, accepted him as a part of me, a part of me that I can't change and that I can't make go away. The monster will always be knocking on the cage door in the background, but he will no longer be forgotten. I will remember that.

When the day came that I ventured by the lands and found a faint trace of Paranoia's scent, something else awoke in me. Memories of her lovely face and the talks that we had came back to me. I missed her. Not so long after, I found the traces of Kershov's scent. The monster screamed in the background and this time I fully embraced it. I let the monster in but kept him under control as I faced Kershov and fought for Munashii. I may have failed Paranoia when I ran away and didn't come back, but I would fight to keep these lands as hers. They belong to her. They will always belong to her and our memories. I fought with everything I was worth and won the battle, but at a cost. My side and flanks ache from new bite marks and wounds. My back right leg stings when I put weight on it, yet I push on. For some reason, I suddenly want to see her. I want to see Paranoia and remember. There were many thoughts of simply winning the battle and leaving it at that. Paranoia is back to rule the lands, her brother at her side, I'm sure, but it doesn't mean they need me. I failed them, after all. I ran from my duties. I failed.

The strong pungent smell of her inflames me as I step to the borders and stop. This is the real test. I know she would probably expect me to step right over the border, champion of the lands. I won't do that, though. I don't feel like a champion. I'm stronger than I've ever been. I've trained harder in my rehabilitation from being a monster than I'ver ever trained to be a warrior. My muscles are bigger, my stamina longer, my fur shines with health, under all the caked blood, of course. I am strong even when I'm weak. Even though my every muscle aches from the battle, I feel strong and capable. Yet I am nervous as I stand on the border and wait for her. What will she have to say to me? What will she think of me. I care what Paranoia thinks just as I care what Jaylah thinks. I could howl, I could sit and wait patiently. I don't want to howl. I don't want to scream my presence to her any louder than my blood infused cologne will. I don't want to sit or even lie down. I'm too nervous, too fidgety, too restless. I want to see her yet I'm afraid. I don't remember ever being afraid. I used to be fearless, yet I'm scared of facing two females. Woe is me.



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