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 grizzled old witch watched the male with a weary and somewhat amused eye. He stammered, he stumbled, he grit his teeth and pulled himself together. He had a personality, something more than some of the other wolves around here. At the end of his speech, Red Star's lip curled into an easy smirk. The male had put her in a good humour, and that was perhaps more important than any of his qualifications.

"Well well. Shrillex, you said?" she growled out, rearing her head back and turning to follow it. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do here. Keep your head low and don't slack and you'll be a viable member of this pack."

She was already moving back through the brush from which she came with nary so much as a glance back towards Devil's Angel and Shrillex, trusting them to head in at their own pace. Her dream was finally coming together, her pack was quickly gaining members. Her Demonica bloodline would live on, would hold such power in Blossom Forest. She grinned a bit at the thought as she retreated into the mist.





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