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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The dusky vixetta relaxed on her haunches comfortably in the shade, being careful not to let the sunlight hit her eyes. She knew that she was supposed to be asleep; only the day guardians were supposed to remain alive and awake. It wasn't until Kaliskia's jade opticals soaked in the vast domain when she noticed an albastar feminine lupis in one of the corners of her homeland. Kaliskia could already tell that this ivory wolfess wasn't the sharpest of her litter, as her fur was acctually neat. She watched as the icy lupine made her way around, then she saw Devil approaching. Kaliskia hurridly rose from her relaxing, shady area, and, with work, had managed to get herself near The fae without the sun's rays harming her dusky canvas. Moaning to herself, she quietly stalked forward, being sure the opposing femme had no visual proof that she was there. Kaliskia's ebony trophy was lifted high, audits were perked.
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