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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Let Them Come
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Posted on June 7, 2011 at 08:12:16 PM by Riku

Riku limped morosely through a dimly-lit copse of trees, his mangy black head hung low and heavy. A fight with another brute had left him with a deep gash in his flank where the beast's fangs had sunk through pelt and muscle alike, nearly striking bone. And Jesus it hurt. He flung himself down dejectedly, twisting to get a better look at the wound. Dark blood had begun to congeal around the ragged edges of the gash, no longer flowing freely. Nevertheless a deep, ill-tempered growl issued from the brute's jaws. He had no patience for properly tending wounds, and as a result his thick ebony coat was shot through with many jagged scars. This injury should prove to be no different. He did not so much as push his tongue once over the area.

A light breeze stirred, lifting to his attention a strong and unfamiliar scent. He had been lurking near the borders of Munashii Gekko for a few days and so had grown accustomed to the wind-borne scents of the wolves of the area. This one, however, was foreign to him. Rising, and wincing slightly from the shooting pain issuing from his injury, he swept his marred visage from side to side in an attempt to track the scent. Picking up the trail with ease, the brute set off.

Before long, his limping gait brought him to the border of the pack territory. The brute paused only momentarily, hardly faltering in his step. True he was technically trespassing, but he cared not. Where else could a marred beast like himself go if not to the land of the insane? Besides, he felt confident that he could handle any wolf who dared challenge him. And if not, he would welcome death as an old friend. He had faced the prospect enough times in his life to have no fear for his mortality. He moved with his head carried high. Let them come.

Eventually the scent trail led him to a fae. She sat with an air of confidence which he immediately recognized as the posture of an alpha.

"Or one who thinks themselves to be an alpha," he thought, his visage betraying nothing of his inner musings. "But an alpha needs a pack." Looking around his dark orbs found only one other wolf present. A mirthless grin passed over his face. He fixed his gaze upon the female who sat with such authority and hung his head to one side, but made no move to speak. He would not submit to a stranger without being asked. That was not his way.

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