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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Posted on July 22, 2011 at 03:17:36 AM by SKRILLEX
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Skrillex appreciated his alone time. Though not a painfully shy wolf, Skrilly would never consider himself a horribly social creature: he wanted a pack for its security, the strength it offered that a loner’s life could not hope to bring—not its promise of companionship. The masked monster found his own company suitable enough for most occasions. For at least a full day, he meandered peacefully around the eerie woods, leaving scent markers to let other packmembers know they had a new male in their midst (not a particularly necessary job, Skrill discovered, since pack musk was utterly faint and he doubted anyone who was still in Munashii would care). He had managed to capture a fat hare for dinner, chewing up half of its steaming entrails and politely leaving the rest for someone else’s snack. Then: more exploring. Surprisingly enough, the pervading stench of death and decay lessened toward the heart of the territory. Skrillex sucked in relatively fresh air, feeling the last clinging tendrils of darkness slide from his travel-weary soul like putrid oil. Aaahhhh . . . so lovely, this relaxation! And yet, slightly disturbing as well, a nagging thought far in the distant reaches of Skrilly’s mind whispering some not-so-pleasant thoughts. There’s no perfume of blood . . . and not much perfume of pack . . . is this a dying army? Have I entered a wasteland? The notion froze the snowy steed in his tracks for a full five seconds. “My Moon,” he muttered aloud to himself. “They’re going to eat me, aren’t they?” Needless to say, Skrillex did not sleep well that night. When he woke up—miraculously alive—he continued loping about all on his lonesome until a powerful howl shattered his diamond-sharp concentration. Strange . . . the call shuddered Alpha-strong, and yet the last resonating notes sounded distinctly masculine. Skrillex did not doubt Lady Red Star’s ability to lay down the law like the strongest, most virile beast around, yet he was seriously skeptical about the nature of this commanding song. There wasn’t like, an Alpha Male Skrillex had to worry about—right? Uneasily, the green-eyed pirate started off at a steady gallop toward the source of the howl, suddenly wishing very badly that he had broken out of his introverted shell to hunt down the other members of his pack. By the time Skrilly showed up, he was already aware of a number of wolves that had arrived before him. Red Star was there—funny, her scent was freshest, as if she had run in VERY recently—along with the other soldiers. A heavy mist of female-musk brushed his handsomely carved muzzle—only one scent stood out prominently male. Skrillex turned brilliant peridot orbs toward the bone-white warrior, ears cocked quizzically atop his apex. Hmm . . . Munashii hung very faintly about the other brujo’s aura, telling Skrilly that this golden-gazing fellow was about as integrated into the pack as Skrillex himself. What business did he have to call a pack meeting? “Good evening, everybody,” Skrillex called awkwardly into the gathering, stepping closer into the center. He kept his sweeping banner in a neutral position, not wanting to draw that much attention, especially since a shivering tension currently seemed to lay over most of the femmes. Frick, he could nearly cut it with his teeth! What the hell was going on? The alabaster gentleman tipped his crown to the scary-lovely Devil’s Angel before swinging it back to the stony varg standing just in front. Skrillex did not submit to the opposite dragon, since he had no idea who the hell this hessian was, much less why he was abruptly designated Leader. What on earth did I miss? “Hello again, Alphess,” Skrillex addressed his Queen, turning his head away to respectfully open his neck. This done, he padded backward to the fringes of the circle, waiting to see what would happen. Hopefully, they wouldn’t all jump on him and decide to throw him out. The odds of that might be slim, but Skrillex wasn’t taking any chances. | |
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