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 Return OfA Warrior
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Kaliskia slowly approached her territory, from which she had left for a little while. She had left when things around there were peaceful, well, as peaceful as the darkness could get. The great Eric had been the alpha, She had felt home for once in her life; but that was all gone now. Where had Eric gone, had he passed, and who was this new leader, "Red"? The questions soared through the young female's mind as she scanned her optics over the newly planted domain. Where was everyone, where was the home she knew? Fuck it, this was her home no matter what, And, while a bit of a grumble arose from her windpipe, she sputtered her soft lyrics like red wine.

"Hello? Where the fuck is everyone? Scarface? Eric?"

The inky female paused for a second, her lambrums curling into a smirk. Cackling slightly, she comfortably reclined onto her hinds. Heck, she might as well enjoy it, help the new regal out and stay a while. Or maybe for some time indeed. Kaliskia wouldn't mind to pick a fight, She knew who she was. Her strong aroma of blood, pine, and sex swarmed the crispy air as she took a step forward, burrowing her nail-sharp talons into the earthy soil. Her flank swayed two and fro as it pleased, and she let out a slight growl slip from her maw as she spoke.

"Yes, I am Kaliskia, A not-so-merry Omega from long ago. I am here to- er- help you. At your services."

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