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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With a snarl he whipped to the side, sadistic laughter slipping from his maw. The collision had allowed her fangs to glance across his leg, drawing a small ammount of blood. In an instant His sister, succubus was at his side, lunging diagonallly so her blow would hit the femme in the the shoulder and back. "Aww...that's unfortunate. I thought we were having fun playing my way. I prefer not to feel the alpha's wrath, or for you to either, If I tip him off that you attacked first." Inccubus sneered, Up and circling, His sister close behind. His sister released a small grin and spoke with a soft, delicate purr."The game we play is not killing game. Is fear game. Is.....sexual game. We do not obcess over blood and decay like the Bloodhren. We will drink of it, when we must, but we love to feed on fear, and lust. "

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