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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Clicking her didgits as a way of communication to the others, she left the group or demons. Lifting her apex as she turned back, the scent of crimson liquid drifted into her nostrils. Oh, how she loved to roll in that- she must find the source to make her next meal. Raising her hackles, her jade pools spotted a helpless femme sitting in the corner, all alone. Her natural instinct told her to go right up to the fae and devour her right there in front of wolfsbane. The other half of her mind was focusing on the scent, not the femme. Thoughts rushing through her mind as she figured what to do next.
"Well, I could devour her easily, I mean, I haven't ate in a few weeks..."
It was easy to notice that Kaliskia herself hadn't had a meal in a while, her slim waist even skinnier. Her sexy build provided an ever so slim waist, but not this slender. Trying to focus on weither Eric would enjoy her beating this femme and devouring her, while at the same time part of her was thinking it would halfway impress him, let out her inner beast. Raising her flank suddenly with a twitch, she eased forward toward the femme. She continued this threatening movement until she was at a ever so comfortable distance from the vixetta. Her lyrics peirced the moonlit forest, a beautiful melody to Kaliskia's jades. This was the time of dying, the time of attacking, the time of raids, and the time of moon rot when the moon seems to fade into complete darkness. Her ebony dressage laying flatly against her build. She reclined back comfortable onto her haunches, and let her lyrics rock the moonlight.
"Sup' coward. Wanna dance?"
Giving a threatening smirk to her, she spoke once more.
"So, you gonna' do anything? Run to you're mother?"
She gave another threat- a snap from her daggers. Gritting her ivories together, she gave out a play whine, the whine that that little femme will be screamin' to her dying body and her devoured blood.
Kaliskia




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