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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Miya sits patiently the entire time we talk and I'm actually starting to wonder if she'll be cramped when she goes to stand. Such odd things to cross my mind at this time, but I find myself transfixed by how very still she is, as if she thinks that I will be gone if she so much as blinks. My nostrils have already drank in so much of her sweet perfume that it feels like it surrounds me, memorized into my bank of scent memories so that I will know her if we are ever in the same area again. I feel a protective surge run through my veins, knowing that I get like this every time I start getting attached to someone. I got like this over Paranoia, and then again with Jaylah, though she'll have my head if she ever knows.

She's always been too much of a warrior to want protection and she would just as good as rip my head off if I ever tried to stand in front of her for protection's sake. For some reason, I find myself wondering if Miya would be the same way. She looks confident enough but she doesn't come off as the hardy type. I'm not saying that she's weak or incapable of defending herself, more that she doesn't seem like she would mind having a knight in shining armor at her beck and call. Of course, I could never be anyone's savior. I would never make it through the background check. All she'd have to do is walk through an area I've been through in a past life and watch the horror in other wolves' eyes as they scatter at the smell of me.

I can never take back what I have done, so instead I live out the rest of my life trying to redeem myself. Do I feel myself incapable of being loved? No, but I do think that I don't deserve it, not from anyone. That doesn't stop me from seeking out Jaylah every so often to make sure she's alright though, even though I know that the very sight of me makes her grit her teeth. I can see the fight in her eyes. She wants so badly to let go of her vow and be with me as we were that night in the storm, yet she can't go back on her word. I admire that about her, how strong she is. She was there for me when I wasn't there for myself, when everyone else rejected me because of what I'd done. I couldn't blame them.

She reached out to me and healed me though she doesn't know to this day that she's the reason I turned my life around. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve anyone. I feel comfortable talking to Miya. She's easy to talk to. It's a carefree kind of conversation, not about our personal lives or about demons left to fight off within ourselves or vows that must be left unbroken. Just an everyday easygoing conversation about packs and wolves and beliefs. It could easily tie into more personal matters, but we've managed to avoid touchy subjects so far. I watch her avert her eyes once more and again I quirk a brow in puzzlement but hold my tongue, letting patience guide me so that she can see that I mean no harm.

I don't feel any vibes of fear coming off of the wolfess, she seems more curious of me than anything, which I find harmless. Could I break down and let her see through all my carefully built walls and see me for the vulnerable wolf I am? No, not anytime soon of course. I let Jaylah have that peek into my soul and I still don't think it did anything. She is strong and she will stick to her vows. I wish I could be so strong. As the conversation goes on, I note that Miya is watching me more intensely now, her eyes refusing to look away just a smigdeon from my own. It's as if she's entranced and I can't see how. There's nothing so special about me. When I bring up the beliefs of the pack behind her, I notice the way her lip curls up some and I decide that she doesn't believe in it, either.

I guess I made a good choice in approaching her then. At one point, I notice the light in her eyes changing, as if I can almost see her thoughts through them. It's mesmerizing. A shadow flinches into view behind her lens and I wonder at it but like a flash it's gone and she's back being captivating and open as ever. I start wondering if she has any skeletons in the closet. Surely, every wolf does have one or two. I have no right to ask for hers, though. We barely know each other and I wouldn't tell her mine. I wouldn't want her to look at me with disgust in those beautiful eyes. She says that she doesn't like the sound of Eric or his ways but that she doesn't want to seem judgmental. I nod my head, in full agreement.

I know what you mean. It's harsh to judge and I haven't had a chance to talk to the alpha in person myself. I just watch him and his wolves from a distance. There's a lot of fighting and tension between them for now but it's a newer pack and ranks haven't been settled yet. I just know that it's not the pack for me and from first glance, it didn't seem the right one for you, either. Of course, that could be misjudging on my part. I offer her the ghost of a smile, trying to lighten things up a bit. I could tell she was watching the words she said and I wonder if its because she's uncomfortable around me still or because she's trying to hide something. Maybe she's just trying to choose her words so she doesn't come off as judgmental or snooty. I watch her lip curl up a little again, but this time it looks to be more of a smirking curl than a curl of distaste.

My own eyes gleam humorously. Here I am trying to decipher the way her lip curls now. Wow, pull yourself together, Kong. I remind myself. At one point, she dips her snout a little and a whispered chuckle drips from her lips. I watch her body tremble and the protective instinct in me soars. I know now that if any of the pack wolves decided to drop in on us, I would shield her in an instant. Darn that attachment thing.



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