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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The demon inside him Crowed and flared it's wings. He could use a good lay, A good. toy. For that was all this bitch was. He saw through her games, her cute voice. Sure she was pretty, and if she smelled of Eric and his....erm.....juices, then obviously He wouldn't mind her being here. He grinned as she spoke. "Oh yes, darling." He purred in his thick masculine accent. "I play games...many of them ending in some creature getting killed. It's actually a favorite hobby of mine." He rumbled, Eyes flashing. His throat was burning slightly, and He could see her eyes were getting that same odd silvery look. Well, at least wolfbane showed the thirst as silver. "I also like it rough. very rough." He growled, His tail arching to give her a nice veiw of his manhood. They twined through the forest, untill An Injured doe bleated to the right. She had gotten her neck tangled in thick vines, And they were strangling her.There were thorns digging into her flesh, causing the scent of blood to thicken the air.

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