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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Posted on June 21, 2011 at 06:00:07 AM by kestrel
 He was not a monster.
That much was obvious; Kestrel would never be a monster. He was not a cannibal, nor a vampire. Wolf flesh was acrid and far too rich for his taste, and the blood was too rich in the iron of other creatures. While he could probably live comfortably upon the meat of other lupines, the male had grown up in a place where a large population, a single unit of a pack - was necessary for survival. Had they eaten each other when meals were sparse in the frigid lands (akin to his heart, some might say) Kestrel would not have been here. He would have been a ghost, a distant memory of times past. The snow would have marked him as its victory, another life mercilessly stolen from a shell of a body. But by no means did one have to live upon the blood and gore of their own kind to be considered dangerous. No, those like Kestrel, who had to step upon the backs of others to get what they wanted, who had to kill others just to find what they desired, were dangerous in a much worse way. You could see the cunning in the auburn of his burning eyes, smoldering and flickering there like a cold flame, one that could never exist. Perhaps there was some amount of emotion there - one could catch a shred of pity, because it was just another soul gone from the world, when he sank his teeth into one's neck. Or maybe they saw an inch of something gentle when he caught a tender gaze between two wolves; but there was only enough emotion there to mark him as something real and breathing, rather than a simple shell or a corpse that could not even be called living. Because, you see, against everything Kestrel wishes, feelings were vital to one's life. Some just didn't see that. There was a rough, guarded smirk on his deadly features, one that could be called only a half-smile as he trod cautiously between the criss-crossing paths of the pack territories; no-wolf's-land, if you will. His elegant paws sunk into the soil, musty and damp from a spring rain, one which signified the coming of summer, in nature's own way. As a creature of the ice desert, Kes much preferred the wintertime. The short days when night fell cold and early upon the world and left them stranded in the dark. The alabaster wolf enjoyed the feel of snow and frost nestled beneath his paws and between his toes; while perhaps it wasn't exactly enjoyment, it was something familiar. Comfortable, because the Arctic wolf was built for it. But unfortunately, he could feel the last pale dapples of sunlight upon the pristine white of his fur, heat pooling between the fine hairs. Finally, the wolf stopped at the place he'd been searching fruitlessly for - and now he had found it, nestled deep in a place where he wouldn't have bothered to look if he hadn't been deeply informed that the creatures here were night-dwellers. He may have been a candidate for Abendrot, with its army like structure and its alpha akin to Kestrel himself - but something about Munashii Gekko drew him there. It was probably the fact that here, the wolves were much more lethal, and much less hesitant on using those killing abilities. He might have been taking a risk, choosing to walk amongst the blood-drinkers of the wolf world (what a thought) but raised with his feral, raw instincts intact, Kes was most definitely worth enough to be here; or so he believed. It all lay at the paws of the red-flecked alpha, Red Star, and he was willing to risk his life for this. From what Kestrel had heard, acceptance was at a far lesser rate than the amount of corpses which piled at the borders. In fact, the male could feel his nose wrinkle in distaste as he stepped around a worthless pile of bones, concealed almost completely by a flock of raven-winged birds feasting hungrily upon the last bits of rotten meat. Kestrel's dazzling, elegant features contorted into a cold mask, anything below it completely hidden. With one shake of the misleading white pelt - it surprised the wolf how so many others assumed him to be an absolute angel just because of the ivory of his coat - Kes lowered himself without any reluctance to the soft ground, his sinuous form mingling with the debris of the earth. The wolf's throat was completely exposed, his lips parted slightly and dagger-sharp teeth glinting softly in the shadows. He might have not looked like what he really was - but it would take one glance into the steel of his burnt-orange eyes that would tell any wolf who dared to cross his path to stay away. Far, far away. His form was prone directly behind the obvious borderline. He did not call, nor bark, nor make any sound, because he knew that at some point they would catch his sharp, icy scent upon the wind, and they would come. [[ OOC: I'M SO FREAKED ABOUT RED STAR - LOL! I HOPE THIS IS OKAY, IT'S MY FIRST POST WITH HIM SO I'M STILL TRYING TO GET INTO HIS CHARACTER. ]] ( word count: 855 ) |
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- Hell's My Domain. - By Devil's Angel June 23, 2011 at 05:16:29 AM
You Suddenly Erase it - By Red Star June 24, 2011 at 06:43:18 AM
H E A R T L E S S. - By kestrel; June 24, 2011 at 08:24:20 PM
You Suddenly Erase it - By Red Star June 27, 2011 at 08:32:09 PM
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