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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Demons cry their throaty songs over the barren waist land. The icy chill of death hangs ominously over the shadows. To the unobservant eye the area looks to be deserted of all life, except for the demons of course. But something evil lurks within the darkest shadow,stalking its way to something. The black figure is a mirror image of death its self. Permanent crimson stained upon his chest and belly. Blood splattered all upon his pelt, with no need to clean it cus it will just be stained yet again. Icy blue orbs full of no emotion pierce through the shadows like a knife. The demons over head circle, screeching for their master to do something. The beast displeased with his servants greed lets them know with a monstrous snarl. The demons seeing the displeasure in their master scatter like mere frightened cockroaches. A great sigh of displeasure leaves the beasts maw, how could his minions be so easily fright from such a simple wolf threat. Many a grumble is made but the journey continues.

Jack the ripper is making this journey to find the pack of Munashii Gekko. The pack of misfits and murderers. Matches Jack perfectly. The black hessian go through his days killing others, although his main target are faes. The greatest pleasure of killing the faes is raping them before hand. It was the greatest thrill in his life. Wolf meat was far tastier then other animals, thats why he choose to eat his own kind instead of waste the less tasty meat to be thrown up later. Now the downside to this all is a life of rejection. Well anger grew inside him from this and finally forced him to make the decision to join his own kind, the Munashii Gekko pack. The reason for this trek through the demons terrain.

Jack broke through the irritating tall dead reeds. Tail whipping with agitation for the damn things he had to go through to get to this pack. Up ahead were the pack borders.Invisible due to shadows, but Jack could see them anyway. A large muscular frame stalking to the borders edge. Even the dumbest wolf knew not to cross the borders, and he knew to help his chances of getting in to stay behind the borders. Massive paws home to jagged claws rip up the terra as large pillars sit the frame down. The obsidian brut blending perfectly with the shadows except for the crimson on his body. A mixture of real and natural crimson was placed on his frame. Moon light hitting perfectly on his face revealing the nasty scars and rips placed upon him. With a growl the obsidian beast flings his massive crown to the sky. Ivory daggers reveal as a deep vocal cuts through the territory with force.The message, he is ready to start a new life of more killings. The end of the vocal gives way to a dastardly evil grin. A new game had started in his eyes, the waiting game.

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