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 January 15, 2012 at 09:38:31 PM by Rhundus
He often dreamed about his death. His gray-toned bodice would slowly be consumed by the dreaded fifth element, the disease starting at his pads, icing over each toe, each nail. His terra-stained pads would crack in the frigid advance, spilling forth his life force as a painter would his acrylics. Yes, he would be turned into a work of beauty, first covered into the icy blue of death, then accented with the deep crimsons of his secret desires. His last moments would be glorious, a final glance of the world burned into his delicate azure pools as they too froze over, frost layered masterfully over each pupil. He was a statue, a monolith for all others, lost in a time of his own. Some would say that death by the fifth element was the worst sort of passing, one in which your soul would never reach the forests above with Tor and Fenris. Rhundus begged to differ. Ice was a glorious portal to the afterlife, and he wouldn’t perish any other way. Not with fangs in his nape or fire at his heels, he was to vanish beneath the glossy veneer of a million translucent crystals. That was his destiny. But like all shitty fantasies, you’ve always gotta wake up. The ashen brute was roused by the scent of a curious weasel, the snake-like mammal dangerously close to the hidden daggers within his maw. His sapphires opened slowly, the dark expanse of his pupil adjusting to the sudden light before the entire orb swiveled to greet his guest. The small beast froze under his gaze, now fully aware of what he was and what he would do to some careless asshole that disturbed his blissful slumber. Suddenly the hessian lunged, ivories flashing as his ebon lips pulled away from their smooth surfaces. The poor hunk of flesh somehow managed to evade his jaws, though, and Rhundus’s razors only closed on the musk scented air in front of him. Shit. Mildly annoyed, the male forced him frame into an upright position, himself grumbling and his joints grumbling back. Probably not the best location for an impromptu nap, but hey, what the hell. Not like it killed him or anything. Lowering his muscular shoulders to stretch out his spine, his dark-shaded tassel rose above his spine, completely stretching out each vertebra that lined his platform. Ah, that felt good. Rising to his slender limbs, the lonely lad set off at a slow post-nap jog, hoping to run off the laziness that had so suddenly come over him. Perhaps it was the lack of lupine contact. Either way, he was determined to get back to his old self, so matter what the bloody cost. He had only loped a short distance when the vibrato of a distant howl bouncing through his auds, filling the odd appendages with its masculine power and dominance. Ah, any self-respecting brute could decipher the meaning in that tone. He had just won a pack and was calling any number of comrades to his side, asking for only the best that the trees could produce. A pack, huh? The male pondered the prospect of one while he continued in his course, although he found his pistons tugging him towards the now fallen sound. Should he check it out? True, he probably wasn’t suited to pack life due to his standoffish, loner attitude, but the whole idea sounded like quite the little adventure. Anything to brighten up his dulling days. Finally making up his mind, Rhundus shifted his weight, banking to the side. A few minutes of waiting produced a recently marked border, thick with the smell of urine and hormones. With a slight hesitation in his step, the he-beast shot over the line, nares now going to work to locate any members of this land, and hopefully stumbling across the Alpha himself. Finally, the perfume of wolves grew strong and a clearing presented itself to his cobalt gaze. Despite, he hung back, silently lodging himself into the foliage to let his gazers partake in the action for a while. Two wolves were bowing before a rather strong looking male, surely the source of the proud outcry. Rhundus sized up the Alpha with a judging gaze, deciding whether or not it would be worth his pledge of life. Would he be a good leader? Treat his subordinates fairly, or abuse them as many regals did? Apprehension clung to his pelt like icicles, dripping into his scent and penetrating his little corner of the clearing. Damn. Still, he held his ground, silently observing the coming of many other Vargs. Four more females entered, one of them a mere pup, each one uniquely different in the way they greeted the powerful brute. The bloody pup even had the audacity to lick the Alpha’s jowls, a lovely pink scar painted to his visage. She would either be perceived as cute or disrespectful, her tiny life hanging in the balance of that decision. Finding a lull in the arrivals, Rhundus finally felt it was time to let his handsome pate show. Nonchalantly stepping out of the shrubs, the gray hessian let his plume flow naturally behind his flanks as he proceeded towards the Alpha. His usual non-changing emotion adorned his features, icy orbs holding nothing but a chill welcome for any who gazed into them. He was not a social wolf by any means, and did not take quickly to others of his kind. He had only truly given himself to one other lupe, and that didn’t exactly turn out swell. Stopping rather close to the leading male, Rhundus had the absolute disrespect to stare him straight in the eye, trying to search this beast for his intentions. He would not let his loyalty be taken lightly. Letting his challenge linger in the atmosphere, Rhundus soon lowered his skull in a small bow, showing he did not wish to defy his leadership, merely his intentions. In a cool voice he spoke. “I believe you are recruiting members for your newly acquired pack. Is this a home for mere warriors, or for the common souls of the world? You may address me as Rhundus, a valuable asset to any pack I must assure you, although I must note my mind is nowhere close to being made up.” He waited patiently for a response, knowing good and well he could defend himself if the new Alpha found his questioning advance any sort of real threat. Any true leader could figure out his pure motives, this was truly a test of whit and sanity. Brute | Adult | Packless | Mateless| Loner M i m i |