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 perked her audits forward, trying to catch the conversation. The dying femme Scar was carrying around reeked strongly of sex. Trying to hide the scent, she wrinkled her nostrils. Her ears laid back against her apex once again, her banner sflicking swiftly to and fro. She had wished that she could take the glory of this kill, to see the bloodshed. The scent of blood had somewhat taken over the scent of sex now, and, it acctually smelt quite appitizing. Turning her apex to Zombie, the new beast, she offered to show him the borders. She turned to her lord, and, with all respect, quickly tucked her flank and lowered her hackled, screwing her visage straight into the domain. Her audits shot back as her pools flipped back into her apex. A small whine emerged from her windpipe. But, however, after a few seconds, she darted back up, regaining normal posture. Her flank was repositioned above her hinds, showing mild dominance. Her jade pools spoke of dominance, murder, and bloodshed. She didn't feel sorry at all for this femme, this very femme who had been raped and devoured by Scar. She hated femmes in an abberant way. She had never felt sorry for anythind, for that matter. Killing was her life. Maybe that's why last year she was the only femme in her pack. She had devoured the alphess, murdered the beta, and with help of her friend, Xaivier, he had raped the femmes while she grasped their throats and had murdered them. Soon, there was no femmes left, and all the males were too scared, so she leveled up to alphess. Hmm... Maybe thats why she devoured her pack. Blood was her possesion, and no one could tame it.
Kaliskia




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