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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Her sigh has me thinking up memories from another time, a time when it was just me and her and nothing to do but have fun with each other. I remember her soft sighs of contentment as she wakes up beside me after a good night and the sighs of satisfaction after a good hunt. More angry at myself for letting those thoughts in, I shake my head slowly and try to focus on the present. Taking in her delicate features, I make out her depressed state and already I want to comfort her but hold back. No, this is her damn fault, I remind myself. She pushed me away with this other guy shit and now its her turn to reap the profits of it. Deep down, I know that I'm being possessive and jealous and downright overbearing, but I can't help. At least his scent no longer suffocates me from her hide. Now, I mostly smell her and me, the way it should be.

Even as I bring up eating, I hear the answering cry from her stomach and have to stop myself from grinning in victory. I watch her turn her head to eye her stomach in betrayal before she collapses onto her side, watching me. I can't help but cock my head to the side in order to continue seeing her rightside up, even as my eyes start to roam over her delicious frame, so satisfying and familiar to me as if it were my own. I can recall everywhere I've nuzzled or licked, everywhere I've nibbled playfully or drew blood in a fit of passion. Again, I shake my head of the memories and instead focus on the ribs I can almost count through her thinning coat. A soft growl plays in my throat at the thought of her letting herself go like she has.

She sighs again and this time I hold onto reality, not letting myself slip into memories past. Her sexy voice draws me from my thoughts though and the hackles immediately rise on my shoulders when she brings up a male from the pack trying to attack her. What? My voice shakes with anger at the thought of some creep trying to put one paw on her. I am momentarily distracted by the white damsel sitting up and then standing, unable to help myself from looking over her savory frame once more in a fit of longing. My anger spikes again though when she speaks again. Rape? I don't want to picture some bastard touching her like that, especially if she doesn't want it.

I know it's the lack of food making me easier to get angry but at the moment, all I want is that fool's head on a platter. Sensing her giggle in my ears, they flicker as I try to catch onto her humorous mood. A dry chuckle falls from my lips as I force them to curve into a small smirk. Yeah. It's all I can manage to get through my clenched teeth. Her next question has my blue eyes lighting up with anticipation. A hunt with her? It's been too long. My tail waves back and forth in excitement and my smirk comes more genuine this time. A hunt sounds nice. I don't say anything about the second part. Do I really want to admit my feelings to her? For some reason, rejection from her makes me feel pain in places I didn't even know existed within a cannibal's chest.



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