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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Kaliskia padded up next to her alpha, her blood stained ebony coat still smelling of fresh kill. She was slender, perhaps she hadn't eaten in a few days, but heck, who cared. Her apex was nothing but a blood-smeared ebony also, nothing special. Her flank, tipped with slight albastar, pushed out beside her as she noticed the new wolf. He was alright. Well, atleast he had a good taste. A smirk slipped onto her maw as she saw a dead femme's bones, perhaps killed by the jaws of this wolf. She must introduce herself, because, who knows, this wolf could be the next out flanker here. Her lyrics peirced the freshly moonlit territory of killers.

"'Hello, the name's Kaliskia. So, you're new, right? Nice. Pleasure to meet you. Oh, and... nice taste."

She took a step back, gave a slight bow, and reclined back onto her haunches. She wrapped her flank around her frame, lowered her hackles, and bared a low sigh. She leaned down and began sniffing the bones. Good. Fresh kill. Oh, how she wished to roll in those bones. She wished to have seen the femme herself and made the kill, but she hadn't. She had been too busy in her wonderland of blood and gore. She lifted her maw to speak once more to the wolf.

"Zombie, eh? Nice name. I can uh... show you around if ya' like."


OOC: Sorry about the length.




Kaliskia
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