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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Insanity is a timorous condition to cope with, most suffer their entire lives.
I don't suffer, see my smile?
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The sound of a slight clearing of the throat caused Miya's charcoal lined audits to swivel towards the source, as well as causing her neck to swing back, allowing her gaze to fall on the figure before her. Her liquid silver eyes widened at the sight of such a scarred male, but it wasn't of fright. He had simply surprised her, as well as piqued her curiosity by approaching her from outside of the territory, instead of within. She wondered quietly to herself if he was part of this. . . Oh so interesting pack. As he spoke, she would tilt her jaw to the left lightly, pondering on what her reply was. She'd wait a moment, as to allow herself time to fourm her words, before parting her jaw and speaking softly. Her voice was full of melody; tones of all different colours lacing her words. She held no accent, but the way she spoke seemed to grant her one.

I've been lost my entire life, darling. But may I inquire as to why you believe so now, at this particular moment?

The she-wolf had been waiting several days for this pack to respond to her presence, but she had come to no avail. She was beginning to wonder just what sort of pack this was, seeing as most wolves she had encountered in the past had patrolled their borders, daily in fact. But that was one of the reasons this pack had so interested her, was it not? They were night dwellers, children of the Celestial Mother. But over the course of the days she had spent on the border, the overpowering aroma of canine blood had occasionally wafted over the breeze toward her. She was used to the smell, having come across injuries and death in her lifetime; but never had she smelled the scent so in abundance, and so fresh. This occurrence put her slightly on edge, keeping her alert and ready for attack if this pack was in fact blood thirsty.

Blinking a few times, the she-wolf would clear her mind of her jumbled thoughts, before returning her sienna accented gaze to the male's golden ones. She was still curious as to who he was, and where he had come from. She was still waiting for a reply, but she decided to speak once more, as to make formal introductions. As she spoke, she was able to lace her voice with friendliness, and yet there was still a slight edge to it that had resulted as her thoughts. She realized this the more she spoke, and quickly softened her voice, not wanting to seem threatening to this male.

I am Miya. May I ask you what you call yourself?

It was around that moment that the wolf decided to push herself up from the earth, turning on her heel as the face the male. She hadn't wanted to seem rude whilst speaking to him, and so she faced him. She kept her tassel lowered below her back, but not quite between her thighs in a submissive gesture. The scent the male gave off was that of a lone wolf; she could easily discern this because she herself had been lone many a time in her life. She would also be new to the reign, not quite sure how the wolves within Blossom held their manners and politeness, but she attempted her own version the fullest extent of her abilities.








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