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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Two successful joins behind her now, both of which were strong and worthy males. She took a quick tally in her head and hummed to herself as she walked. Rough claws marred the soft ground beneath her as she moved through the trees, ivy and moss rubbing against her as she squeezed between tightly-knit mangroves. No sooner had she put enough distance between herself and Shrillex than she smelled another scent on the air, a female this time. They always tended to be such whiners... Red Star steeled herself and turned towards the scent.

She didn't even bother with niceties as she pushed her way past a fern that clung desperately at her as she passed, pausing only a couple strides from the outsider, who seemed terribly preoccupied with the moon. She scoffed and didn't even give a glance to it. It didn't matter. Half-moon, shining through the mist and the fog and giving itself a slightly off-yellow hue from the who-knows-what that hung in the air.

"Did your mother teach you no manners, wench?" she growled, tail lashing to the side. "Submit properly or I'll crush your knees." The good humour that Shrillex had put her in vanished like a firefly's light. Why couldn't all wolves be as sensible as others? This bitch before her looked more like a dejected pup than a submitting outsider. "Show me your damn throat."





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