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.
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The wolf opposite to Miya began to speak of the wolves within these pack lands. He stated that they had seemingly.. Different beliefs, by the tone of voice that he used whilst speaking of them. As she had pushed herself up to face him, not wishing to be rude as this was the first wolf she had come across in quite some time, she decided to settle back lightly upon her haunches. Her silver gaze stayed on his own golden ones, never wavering from the connection. This was the way she had always been when speaking to another; eye contact and body language was key to a decent conversation. But she knew that in her past she had come across wolves which took offense to her bold manner; but she simply saw herself as polite and outgoing. She hoped this wolf was different, that he didn't take her for incompetent as well as arrogant. For she was neither.

Before she spoke, she would tilt her muzzle at various angles, allowing her to take in her surroundings once more. She was immensely captivated by the foliage around her, for the shadows and night time were her companions. The promise of the constant Celestial Mother is what had brought her here, yet the hint of bloodshed and no mercy kept her slightly at bay. She was taking what the male had to say into complete consideration; she knew for the most part what the wolves here were like. Would she sincerely enjoy living amongst creatures such as them? Pack life entails comrades, partnership, and constant cooperation. She wasn't entirely sure any longer if she wanted to be amongst others such as them. For all she was really after was the land they were located within; it called to her, pleaded with her to roam and discover its secrets. She had turned away from the border to face him, and in her mind she had finally decided that in turning to face this new wolf, she was turning her back on the pack she had been waiting so patiently for. She would worry about finding the right pack another day, as for now her mind was completely captivated by the male wolf before her.

As she awaited him to speak his name, she'd allow her silver gaze to roam across his structure, observing his fourm. She noted the several scars covering his torso, yet the only thought she conducted from these were that he must be a fierce wolf when it came to battle. He must know how to defend himself, and well at that. The more she observed of him, the stronger her curiosity continued to grow. She ached to know where he had come from, why he was here, who he even was. The numerous questions racing through her mind threatened to spill across her maw. She felt childish in the manner that she wanted to know everything about this male, but she held her tongue. She did not want to seem over eager, and yet she could not completely conceal her wonder. A gleam shone behind her already bright silver gaze, one of curiosity as well as longing. She liked to think of herself as a closed book, shut off from the outside world by steel walls. But in reality, Miya's emotions were constantly played within her gaze. One glance at her sienna accented eyes, one would know most about her.

Kong. King Kong. She spoke his name to herself within her mind, each syllable of his name slipping off her minds tongue with ease. She enjoyed the way it sounded to her, and couldn't help but speak it out loud, beneath her breath that is. She glanced up from the ground, as her gaze had wandered after he had spoken. Once more, she seemed to study his fourm as well as his own gaze, seeming to decide what to say next to him. She settled on one of the many questions ricocheting within her minds walls.

Where do you come from, Kong? I don't quite think you're part of this pack I've found. . and I cannot help but wonder; why? If you don't mind me asking. . How do you know about them? I've only just stumbled upon their pack lands, and know almost nothing except that their land seems to be. . Practically bathed in the aroma of lupine blood. .

To her own perked audits, Miya seemed to be rambling. She hadn't meant to speak so much, and so she felt foolish for it, but held her jaw up with confidence as she awaited his reply. She could only hope that the other wouldn't view her for the fool she seemed to be making herself out to be. It was then that it hit her; why was she so concerned with this wolf and his opinion? She had only just learned his name, and still, she was constantly fretting about making an error in front of him. Something in his gaze and his stance made her long to prove herself to him, prove her worth to him. She didn't know why she felt the pang in her chest when she thought about it, but as she did she averted her gaze from his. She figured if she didn't look at his eyes again, he wouldn't be able to tell what she was thinking. She hoped she was right.









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