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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Emotionless chocolate orbs looked to the snow colored femme, who waited upon her pack’s border for entrance. Earlier the other huntress had analyzed her body‘s built, and she had already done the same. She seemed built enough, with muscle and probably a feminine body for speed. That’s how Devil’s Angel form would look. It was obvious the omega of the pack would be no pushover, her stance was always alert like a warrior. The muscle on her body would prove that she was healthy and ready for anything, come hell or high water. Amber jewels met blue ones’ as she waited for a reply from the other goddess. It wasn’t long in coming, in a melody of sweetness that had Devil’s auds swerve forward to hear her response. Her answer had been good, and it was obvious from the small grin she gave to let the femme know it was.

Your answer has been the best I’ve heard so far today. I’m Devil’s Angel.

It was obvious from all the different smells on her ebony and ivory coat that there had been many. She waited for a response, not caring that she gave out her name. To her, this other huntress deserved to be able to know her name because she did right. Red Star, or any alpha in that matter, would probably accept her into their pack lands in a matter of a few questions.


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