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 20, 2012 at 04:04:31 AM by Rhudnus
He studied the Alpha he was contemplating joining the ranks of. Sure, he did seem authoritative, pretty strong, decently built, and came complete with a very nice set of scars to top it off. He had seemed fair in greeting the others that he watched before entering, warningly raking his fangs over their sensitive flesh before accepting them. Honestly, he would’ve done something similar had he won the rights to a pack. Internally, Rhundus was conflicted. He was growing to respect this male with every word uttered from his maw, but he was still wary of the brute nonetheless. Chalk it up to a shitty past, or just the naturally frigid soul that got randomly stuck in his grayscale bodice. As he approached he calmly observed the hairs on the back of his nape bristle slightly, one of the reactions most wolves would give when confronted with a hessian such as himself. Azure lookers observed his shrug, ashen sentries peaking to receive the full force of his lyrics. Weak and strong, huh? The male gave a slight raise of one eyebrow, slightly amused at the words. Ah yes, his choice was understandable, but was that it? Sure, the poor Alpha had more groveling goons to get to, but he was half expecting some sort of speech about how great and glorious these lands were going to be under his rule and how much it would benefit him to join this pack. But then again, Rhundus had never really been good at judging others. “We’ll see…” he mused quietly, not sure what the words were pertaining to but feeling like they were the best option for the current situation. He simply backed up a pace of two and sat, haunches hitting the ground like the harsh breath of frost is gently blown over the land. Now was the time to observe, and soon enough more victims were showing up. Another female (what the hell?), and then some hot shot player from the places below. He thought he was such a big shot, devouring the girls with his roaming eyes like they were some sort of meat. He’d see if he was still laughing after he had two very… important things ripped off his body by the faes, the look on one of the vixen’s faces absolutely priceless. A smirk adorned his features, his cool nonchalance now turning into the cold sarcasm he so often portrayed. Ah, this would be such a good bunch. But then the Alpha spoke again, calling for patience and finally introducing himself as Volbeat. Well, that wasn’t an odd name. But, nevertheless, Rhundus leaned back a bit more onto his hinds, getting comfy on his little piece of clearing. Three more wolves came, one particularly ebon fae looking quite familiar with the situation. Probably a member of the old pack coming to greet her new leader. The other two were your regular, run of the mill wannabes, which pretty much everyone in this clearing was as well. But whatever, you just don’t come across any truly original characters anymore. But then there was that pup. The little femora that had the guts to like Volbeat’s maw like it was some kind of lollypop. She had been close by when he introduced himself, and as he was backing away his auds caught her words as they slipped out of her pretty little muzzle. Rhundus wasn’t sure whether to be amused, act cute for the little puppy, or simply ignore the lass. Caught in between all three, an odd expression stuck on his face, although he quickly wiped it off in favor of bored amusement. Really, the little girl was kinda cute with all her antics, reminding the fatherly side of Rhundus that it still existed somewhere deep beneath the winter snow. Annoyed he pushed it back underneath the thick alabaster blanket, sharply turning away from the adolescent. Now it was just a waiting game, guessing how many more wolves the regal was waiting for before he decided to get the show on the road. Brute | Adult | Packless | Mateless| Loner M i m i |