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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Be Too Sweet And You'll Be A Goner
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Crimson Nightmares



Be Too Sweet And You'll Be A Goner
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The rogue femme seemed to be wandering aimlessly around the Blossom Forest lands. She hadn't eaten anything in a long time. Her preferences were wolf meat. Fresh-kill. Some think it disgusting, some think it fine. Either way she didn't give a damn. Since she hadn't killed any wolves to satisfy her craving of the fine flesh, the russet femora was starting to wonder if she was going soft.

She always had a tough life. But it made her stronger and learn the lessons of life. Her father when she was a tiny pup had tried to drown her in her freshly killed mother's blood. To train her. If she survived the disgusting torture, she'd get to live and move on to more hideous tactics. Her father had taught her the "art" of seduction. What good did it do? Crimson Nightmares was a fine looking lady. She remembered her father remarking that she should let other brutes mate her. It was disgusting. She finally had to kill that savge brute of a father. She had no regrets, she wouldn't be able to fight without his teachings.

As she was walking, a new scent flowed to her nose. Blood, flesh, and the faint scent of fear. It didn't bother her too much. Munashii Gekko. The pack of cannibals and merciless killers. She'd fit in just well with her fighting knowledge and cannibal taste.

She stepped up to where a trio of wolves had met. One was standing like an alpha. She had picked up tidbits of the conversation. He wasn't the alpha, just taking over. Still, he should be respected to have endowed such a responisibility. She had her ears perked as she stepped up. She watched them all as she cautiously stepped. Her footfalls were silent, but her spicy scent lingered in the area. She spoke with careful and soft words. " Greetings. I'm Crimson Nightmares, better known as Crimson. I have come to join this pack."



Crimson Nightmares-Female-Russet With Amber Eyes-Cannibal-Evil Nature-Sister to the Wolf Droughen- No Lover-Mother To None

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OOC-Sorry about the table tags chop off. My table is a bit haywire and so this is how it makes it work. Sorry for not closing the tags. But hey, Crimson has her own Replies box.

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