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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Mischevious Spirit
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I am not who you would think I am. I am not from that silly department of redundancy where every wolf is a mimic copy of another, just with a different pelt. I am a vixen who has switched my identity and my life with a twin sister. I left my carefree life, where everyone thought I was an airhead… they believed they could take advantage of me because of my attitude, which was cute and very sociable… bubbly even. When my sister offered to switch with me… I took up the offer immediately. And that is where I have messed up. I should have stayed who I was… not become the emotionless demoness that I am now. I don’t believe in love or happy endings. Most certainly, I do not believe in paradise, as many that have gone looking for it have not returned. Instead of being a goody two shoes, I have a knack of getting myself into trouble… or rather, finding it. Sure, I changed who I was because this life that I have now is safer than my life before. But I have enemies that my twin has made… and I still cannot determine what she has done to them. Because of this, I suppose I have not many friends… If you wish to know about my girly side… I do not get embarrassed easily. So don’t try anything stupid.

I have just recently arrived to this place… and so far, I’m not very tempted to stay, even though the scenery is a bit of a plus. The vargs here are sort of redundant. They are all either happy or evil. Airy fairy or monster. I roll my optics, which are a light toffee brown encircled by a ring of golden amber and then I continue on my journey, my light gray and tan bodice swinging nonchalantly as I make my way away from the sound of rushing water. My throat is now quenched from my drink at the falls. After I had managed to disappear from that situation, I had come to take to sprinting all around the countryside. I needed the extra exercise anyway. I never got around these days, and I was still on my first verge of adult-hood. Okay, so I am an adult, but I don’t act like it. Sincerely, I act like I’m a little pup. I’m obnoxious, sexist (sorry if that annoys you;; deal with it) and did I mention that I’m number one princess? Yeah. So be nice to me. Anyway, I don’t take jokers lightly… so don’t say anything… well… stupid. I am now at the borders of a clearing, where the stench of pack wolves is strong. My fur bristles. Do I even want a family? Why am I freaking here? From the foliage I emerge, breaking into the small patches of sunlight that rain down through the rich chlorophyll in the leaves. I guess… I could try.

My presence is subtle by the border. I do not wish to yell out my appearance. It’s loud, and I might scare away the other forest lovers around. That’s right. Squirrels. Hah. Sorry, forgive me for my bland humor. My thoughts stray back to my sister… of whom I’ve switched names with… and then my head rushes to the meaning of it. Totoro. Named after the forest sprites that are keepers of their environment. They are anything but kind to intruders, but if caught on the right side, they are actually very pleasing to be around. I suppose I am a good example of such a mythical sprite…. No, I am not all bitch and no sweetheart, but it does take quite a bit to get down to the fuzzy feelings. If I have any.

It would not be a lie, nor would it be discourteous if one was to say that he could not carry out a well polished conversation with this femme. Totoro is like a jack among kings and queens, as well as among ace’s. You wish they weren’t there, but to get to the queen beneath, you have to remove the black jack that is covering her majesties red card. It’s easier said than done. Another truth is told when it is said that Totoro is not always this foul of mood. Her intentions are good, in her own way, but hardly anyone can put up with them. There is quite a stunning queen underneath all that stubbornness. It is just a jest to get to her. As cunning as this child is… she is still but one in a 52 deck of cards… Solitaire, anyone?


Fae || Loner || Loveless
word count: 773
k i k i
ooc: sorry if it's confusing... put together 2 previous posts and made it work for a joining one within the time span of... what? 10 minutes? hooray! xD




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