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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(they aren't real demons or wings. ) They watched the femme, their peircing gaze seeming to look into rather than at her. "If you don't mind," The male rumbled, "We will wait till the alpha gives that command. " The female nodded. "Why should we submit to you?" She murmurred in her honey and venom voice. Their tails switched in perect harmony, and they growled right back when she displayed her fang. They would not attack of course, they knew their limmits, but this femme did not know that, did not know them. They could sense her agitation, and grinned. This time the female spoke first. "We would have thought a dark creature would enjoy our game. or are you just a slave? " She asks, her ear flicking in amusement. The male turns to his sister and looks at her, using the thought-speak common with twins, and that they excercise while hunting. "Either that or she has no sense of humor." He jokes to his sister. they laugh to themselves, and go back to staring at the femme, or rather staring through.

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