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 leaves and grass pressed down silently beneath wide-set paws, a black and red corpse moving its way through the foliage. Muscles rolled beneath a slightly plush, but wiry coat as the wolf moved silent as a shadow. Dark grey scarring marred her face and over the corresponding flank, standing out against the luster-absorbing nature of her coat, which had no gloss to it, no shine and no conventional beauty to the pelt itself. One eye, an angry gold in color and nature, glared out at the world before her, a warped view of a world of greys and muted reds and hot colors. While her eyes had a limited range, her nose painted a picture that the artist's brush envied. She smelled wolves here, scents wafting on the breeze and clinging to the humidity of the air. She lifted her head just a bit and nostrils flared to take in more of the scent, a dark flecked tongue coming out to wet her nose for a better idea. And... the scent of power was dwindling. The alpha of this land was growing lax. A smirk curled at her lips, a rare moment of mirth on the face of the monster. Bristly tail rose high over her back and she scraped her claws at the border, churning up fresh soil and scattering the scent into the air before she marked the area and did it again, sending her own scent into the sky. She stretched her head forward and let forth a powerful howl that went from shrill before slowly descending into a more bass tone. It was a long howl. A penetrating one. There was no question of her intentions here, no confusion about the challenge in her voice and the adrenaline that traveled through her chest and brain.

Any alpha that grows careless deserves a forceful dethroning. And she would revel in the fight. Revel in satisfying that voice in her head, that desire for more blood, that desire to mar and disfigure as she was disfigured. To disgrace. To ruin. She needed that feeling, she needed the satisfying
pull
of flesh between her jaws. Her claws scarred at the earth again at the thought and slightly yellowed, sharpened teeth were revealed from behind black lips, gnashing together.
She rather looked forward to a fight. It would be unfortunate if the alpha was too cowardly to indulge her.








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