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.
IP: 72.193.51.91
Posted on June 24, 2011 at 06:43:18 AM by Red Star
 |
Red Star loved these odd hours. The night brought a stillness that almost soothed her ever gnashing teeth, only a few lonesome crickets singing to the dead air. She had returned recently, and was doing a quick check of the borders. She couldn't help the sick thrill that shot its way through her core at churned soil, fur caught in treebark and odd tredmarks from limping, bleeding wolves that crawled off to die. The air around the border was always humid and marshy feeling, moreso than the rest of the rather swamp-like terrain that Munashii Gekko straddled. And of course, hanging on the air was the ever present stench of death, like a thick cloud that inhibited your breathing and made you reluctant to breathe in the first place. Oh, how it reminded her of home. A particularly wet footfall brought the dappled female's attention downwards, to an odd peat of moss, blood, and mud that hung thick and musty on her fur. She glared and shook her paw off irritably, managing to dispel some of the off-red soil before placing it down on a more suitably dry area of land. She was about to turn and head into the land to find a suitable resting place when a gentle breeze brought a mixture of scents to her nose. Two wolves, Devil's Angel among them, gracelessly intertwined into a near sickening mixture of testosterone that made her chops raise to reveal battle-worn teeth that still held their razor edge, albeit through artificial means. Devil's Angel was certainly doing a splendid job of minding the borders, and in her mind Red made a note to consider the future of her pack with the girl in mind. She skulked off towards the scent of the outsider, taking her sweet time and letting her strides fall as long or short as they decided at that moment in time. Even with the uneven gait, it wasn't long before Red Star was ducking under some hanging ivy, which stroked lazily along her spine like the caress of a long-time lover, swishing as her tail pushed it from its neutral position. What she saw was a white dog, sprawled on his back with vitals bared and shortly clawed feet hanging loosely in the air, and Devil's Angel a few strides away, head held high and wooden eyes locked on the outsider. She let out a short grunt and took a bold step closer than Devil was currently positioned, almost within striking range of the male, and vice-versa. In fact, all things considered, Red would be in a position to strike first. For a few tense breaths, she merely watched him with a critical eye. And then, with seemingly no rhyme or reason, spoke to break the silence. "More importantly, what can you do for us?" she growled out. Because no, this wasn't about what this male wanted -- that was obvious. It was what about he could provide. "I have no use for wolves who cannot provide. At the very least, you have shown you can submit. You're already doing far better than your predecessors." |
font> |
Replies:
- 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