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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Devil’s Angel was patrolling the border, part of her role as sentry during the day. She was quite close to the border as she moved along the invisible line too. As she did, she was careful to rub her ivory and black pelt against the vegetation, reinforcing the smell of Munashii Gekko, but not enough to cover the alpha’s scent. Seeing as Eric, their alpha, had yet to return from the challenger’s fight, she reaffirmed the scent markers a bit, to let others knew they were still here. She had no doubt he would. Considering who his opponent was at least, for Angel had met the femme once before already. Her pace was a steady one, the usual slow run, or fast walk, so she could keep going all day whatever it be she was doing.

The warrior was pretty relaxed at the moment, confident in her home, and positive she could handle whatever was thrown at her. Any doubt would be poisonous to the mind, and she knew better. The femme knew her home really well considering how long she had been there. Many trails and paths were memorized, but she was still learning some of the more hidden ones. For a moment her pace slowed as a scent and noise hit her ears at the same time. A wolfess stood at the border, one announcing that she would like to join. This one knew what she was doing her, and wanted others to know too. A small smile pulling her scars back, she continued on the same path as before, very close to the border. Seeing the ess in question, she noted the way she stood a tiny bit off from the border. Good, that would be in the other ess favor if she was to make it across. The femora stopped on her side of the invisible line, assessing the other for a moment before she spoke in her honey toned lyrics.

Hello. I’m Devil’s Angel, an omega of Munashii Gekko Pack. What’s your name?

With that said, she waited for a answer. The warrior’s muscles could be seen clearly through her sleek pelt, not completely tense, but the usual state of tautness. Chocolate orbs locked upon the other she waited, not letting her guard down. Her head was leveled slightly low, hiding some of the white on her chest, to protect her neck. It was fight or die in this world, and she was always on the defensive. Funny, she had never met anyone where she could completely relax herself. The idea of letting herself relax seemed almost ridiculous to her.





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