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 January 23, 2011 at 03:22:06 AM by King Kong
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I can never understand what Paranoia is going through. I know the minute I see her wandering shadow coming toward me, it feels as though my lungs are not properly working and I can't breathe. The injuries to my side, flanks, and leg have nothing to do with it; something about her does. Deep down, I know what that means but I stand in denial, simply watching as her ivory fortress comes toward me. I note that she's not holding her banner up in alpha mode, though the perfume so thick at the border is enough to tell me she has taken her throne back. I couldn't be happier. I have had thoughts of becoming an alpha again and if that day ever came, Munashii would be my first choice because of how much it means to me. Munashii is my sanctuary, my home and so much more. I could take it in a heart beat with her gone, but with her here? It's the last place I want to have as my own if she doesn't hold the crown. I could never imagine Munashii without the sanctuary's goddess. Paranoia needs to have Munashii. For some reason, maybe it's instinct, I feel like she needs this place just as badly as I do. It's her sanctuary too and she doesn't need to tell me in words. I just know. I don't know about Angel because I only met the brujo once and that was in a pack meeting when the pack was alive and well, but he comes off as the lost type too. Maybe even more lost than I was when I let the monster and darkness take over my soul. The only difference is, he doesn't want to change. He likes the way he is and accepts it while I always want something better, to be something better. Could I know that the mistress thinks she failed me? No, never. I'm still under the guilt burden that I failed her by letting Munashii die and leaving it. The guilt is what pushed me to go after Kershov when he boldly challenged for an empty land. I was just passing through and yet the guilt pushed me to go after him and take the challenge. The guilt and the hope that Paranoia was coming back soon. I had heard the rumors and around some of the open lands, I swore that I picked up her intoxicating perfume. It was enough to drive me to protect her lands again, because I've always thought of them as her lands and without her, everyone and everything was lost, including me. Now she is stuck with empty lands and nothing to show for it but me, a rag tag bloodied up corpse of a wolf. At least I look better than I did a few months ago. She wouldn't have recognized me as the pitiful lump of flesh with ribs showing and hip bones showing and no will at all to eat, let alone live. Now I'm stronger than I've ever been, just fresh out of battle and aching all over, but still strong. I look more like the Kong she welcomed at the border so long ago when she first took up the crown. I would have never wanted her to take the challenge of Kershov. Not because I don't think she's capable of handling him in battle, but because I would feel guilty about every little wound and scar on her framework. I would ache every time I see her flinch in involuntary pain. I couldn't handle that. I would rather take the pain ten times over than see her suffer. If anything, I'm loyal. It may be more to it than that but I will stick with loyalty as my reason. Loyalty, respect, and trust. Do I feel fear as she comes toward me? Of course. Fear of rejection, fear of expectations. What if she doesn't want me to stay? What if she thinks I'm a threat to her throne and decides she doesn't want me here? What does she expect? Does she want me to simply go back to being a lowly omega? I wouldn't mind that. Peace and quiet, no responsibilites. Sounds nice, but then, I would feel distanced from her and I don't like feeling distanced right now, from anyone, let alone from Paranoia. In a way, she is my savior and she may never know. I wonder what she thinks of me. What does she see when she looks at me? Does she see me for the traitor I feel like I am? Does she even remember me? Maybe I didn't have as much of an effect on her as she had on me. Maybe she just sees me as the wolf she should be grateful to for staying here when no one else did. Maybe she doesn't even remember my name. She walks up to me and I stand my ground, body tense and alert, always ready lik any warrior would be. Holding my ground and watching her with open curiosity is my way of telling her that I trust her. Sunkist gazers widen in shock when she steps up to me and licks my muzzle ever so gently. I didn't expect this. I can see her nostrils wrinkle up and I can only guess it's because she got a taste of Kershov's blood. Or is it mine? I'm sure both are mixed pretty well all over my pelt by now. She continues licking my skin, cleaning off the blood and I can't help but relax slightly into her gentle touch. I have a sudden idea, wondering if she's ever had pups before. She seems so experienced at the licking and cleaning that I have to wonder. Then she begins to speak and I prick my harks to listen. My ooids return back to normal size but I cock my crown to the side slightly at what I'm hearing. What she did to me? I shake my dial slowly, golden pools boring into hers. You did nothing to me, Paranoia. A male wolf named Kershov did this and I won't forget that. I go back to listening as she says that she doesn't know what to say. A small smile pulls at my own scars as I pull my dome back straight. Well, you can start with "it's nice to be back home." Rest sounds nice but the wounds aren't serious. I'll survive. My orbits retain some humor as a more crooked smirk pulls at my velvets. My voice goes silent and we just stand there for a moment or two before she lets a sigh fall from her labrums and leans in to press her cheek against mine. All I can do is smile gently, appreciating the touch more than she'll ever know. My audits prick again to hear her apologies and all I can do is sigh in return. My gold painted irises grow thoughtful and seem to look off into the distance. She says she needs me here. It means more to me than she'll ever know. She needs me. Beta? I'd never even thought about her coming back to offer me a ranked position. All I'd been worrying about is her coming back, period. After that, I'm fine to be an omega. The next question is, can I turn her down and not hurt her feelings? Of course. Even if it does offend her, she'll play it off with those smooth features she's so good at and pretend it doesn't matter to her. I know offering a position means a lot more to her than it does to many of the other alphas. It's not just a rank. It's something you earn. She thinks I deserve it because I stayed when the truth is that I didn't. I can't take that position, not yet. I look away for a moment before looking back, my dial suddenly lower and my twins showing the humble side of me. I will stay because you want me to and because this is my home. I won't take the role of Beta though, not yet. You may think I'm worth it but I don't. You left and I let Munashii die. That's on me. I left Munashii and let it stay empty and desolute instead of fighting for it. I...went through a dark time. At this, my gaze looks away again, not wanting her to see the monster clawing at the cages as I talk about it. The last wolf I want to see that side of me is Paranoia. I didn't want Jaylah to see it either but I didn't really have a choice. At least she saw me when I had my guard up and was just a hump of meaningless flesh. She didn't see the dark side of me. The only wolf I remember naming in that time was a wolfess named Ladyhawke. I tortured her mind endlessly on the border till she couldn't even stand to be in my presence anymore. I ran off a wolf that could have probably been one of our best warriors. I'm a failure and Paranoia has to know. Hesitantly I look back up at her once I've managed to push the demon to the darker corners of my mind. I was weak, I was downright pathetic. I abandoned my home in its time of need. The only reason I fought Kershov was because I heard that you were coming back. I don't know if I would have come back otherwise. I failed you, Paranoia and I have to prove to myself that I am worth any rank, let alone your second in command. I hope you understand. I look into her pupils and see the walls falling down. For a moment, I feel my breathing catch. I'm not sure I'm ready to see her guard fall. We just met again after all. It feels overwhelming. What if I can't handle what I see? I know there's a motive behind this, a reason she's letting me in. I just don't know what it is. |
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