LiViNG DeaD GiRL {open to pack members}

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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LiViNG DeaD GiRL {open to pack members}
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Posted on April 7, 2011 at 09:12:59 PM by Zombie

Midnight struck the lands of Munashii Gekko once more, dragging me kicking and screaming from the dream realm into the relatively shadowy and quiet reality that made up my home. Stretching out my skeletal form, I padded away from the shelter of the trees that I had slept beneath. Almost immediately, rain began to gush from the sky, so I hastily made my retreat. I had remained in almost the centre of Munashii Gekko for the past few days, and had yet to be afflicted with the curse that was hunger, or see one of my brethren. Whether one of the wardens who guarded us when the sun was up had wandered by me as I dozed I did not know, but I did not have any waking recollection of such occurrences. I was a heavy sleeper, not prone to being disturbed. You would�ve thought that years of solitude would have hammered that out of me, but alas, my slumbers remained iron clad in the otherworld.
The sky was the darkest of greys, with occasional strikes of lightning and screams of thunder. The wind ripped and tore at the trees, howling abuse and insults at its earthen advisories. I watched with minor amusement as a rabbit scampered across the terrain, hunted by a devious fox. The fox knew that it was faster and stronger than the rabbit, and clearly could have caught up to it in a matter of moments. It was toying with it, letting it taste freedom before being destroyed. It was a barbaric, brutal, positively ghastly and yet I watched on indifferently, affected not by the plight of the rabbit or by the cruelty of the fox. I killed for food all the time � it would be hypocritical of me to condemn the fox. One thing I really could not stand was when one belittled its prey, perhaps raping or torturing it. Teasing I could handle, but not torture. I may be a monster, but that doesn�t mean I don�t have a moral code. I had yet to meet the creature without some form of principles.
A low grumble came from my maw, bored with the lack of company. I didn�t particularly need a long or deep conversation � your average �hello-how-are-you� chatter would do me just fine. I wasn�t looking to be romanticized either � although my haggard, often nightmarish appearance normally stopped femmes from attempting that. I had sunken brown eyes, and my thick white pelt was sprayed with white. My rib cage was quite visible, and overall I looked like a skeleton had sprouted fur and started to walk and talk. Perhaps I had encouraged this train of thought by turning my style of walking to an unsteady shuffle. All I knew was that I didn�t attract the opposite sex like other males might. Not that I minded. I wouldn�t like to risk the chance of having my offspring being like me. It wasn�t a curse, or an affliction, and I guess at times I really enjoyed being a monster, but I wouldn�t willingly pass on. It�s not the life I would have chosen, given the chance. If I were the only of my kind, then bully for me! I would allow the curse to die out with me, but I lived in a land full of creatures of the night, most of whom seemed eager to mate, and create mutant offspring. I wouldn�t try to prevent them, only pity the innocent lives wasted. I had a slight soft spot for pups. I hadn�t killed one yet and I didn�t plan to. Those little beings had their whole lives in front of them, unaffected by the gluttony and selfishness of their parents and teachers. Perhaps, if I ever felt safe enough, I might go to Adoption Meadows and pick up a little stray for company. I�m not overly affectionate, so I wouldn�t spoil the pup, but I could teach it how to survive. I imagine I would make a good father.
Raising my ivory maw, I let out a soft howl, alerting others to my presence and to my keenness for company. I knew that my quiet cry would have to battle against the wind and rain, but I felt quite confident that it would find someone. After all, there had to be more members in this clan than just myself, I had met two when I first joined. Ah yes, the sadist and the flirt. Not that I was criticizing their actions or anything... Well, all I can say is that I�m not an advocate of tormenting your meal or being promiscuous. �One night stands� were not my thing in the slightest. Perhaps that was from a lack of experience, but my opinion stood firm.
The tempest raged on.

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Re(1): LiViNG DeaD GiRL {open to pack members} - By Kaliskia April 9, 2011 at 04:58:54 PM

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