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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Kaliskia had left Devil's Angel for some while now, in noticing she hadn't yet to respond. In total ignorance, she grumbled as she rolled away, off to "Kestrel", or that was at least what she had heard the brute's name was. A little birdie had also told her Red Star was gone for a bit, so it had seemed she had a while before getting treated like shit by her omega, "Devil". Kaliskia was a not-so-merry merry-go-round, as inky as she could be, her entire canvas splatted with coal. Widening her maw, she revealed 42 neatly-lined dagger enamels. She ran her fleshy tounge over her chops,cleaning the crimson liquid from them and savoring every bit. Kaliskia looked as if she was starved, her muscular build nearly visible. Her slender canvas trotted to Kestrel, the one who had somewhat agreed to let some wait off her shoulders. Reclining comfortably onto her burnt haunches, she slipped her lyrics as soft as red wine.

"Mmm, 'Ello there."


OOC: Sorry for the crappy post

Lust is a powerful tool, why not use it?




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