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 February 9, 2012 at 01:25:55 AM by Ala Noche
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Prowling was as natural an action as Noche had ever committed, engrained in the fibers so loosely wound round his ample muscle that to walk had become a slink, to smile, a smirk. There was a cat-like grace to the velvet movements of his form that bespoke of many moons spent in places he should not have been, scars across his shoulders that screamed many moons survived. He stopped now with a grimace, rolling them to ease the ache that had settled there at the highest point of the day. The apex of his neat head met the ruff of his neck while he casted a careless, salutatory howl bouncing among the tree trunks. A handsome medley of browns caught the slight breeze from behind, rolling in a mirage of living elements down his limber, youthful form. A shiver was ignored, for if there was no one there to see it, had it even happened at all? And he settled down to wait out the renowned sentries of Munashii Gecko. Should he need to, the ground was in close enough proximity to make a quick submission at the faintest scent, but his ears flattened in distaste of the stance he was forced to hold. It felt like a bow, and with not a soul in sight, it acknowledged the majesty of such things as trees, the sky, stars, and the moon, la luna de Ala Noche, swimming languidly amongst its inky pool. It irked him, this respect, as he had no wonder or fear of Mother Nature herself. But the night, oh it was one of those nights! Not even him, the weary and cross traveler could dishonor the potent silence of it all, the way the frogs croaked their last at the unheard strains of midnight, that which threw its ebon net in a choking grasp across the land. If one stayed still enough, so as to blend in to the very fabric of mystery itself, chills could be felt racing down the spine, thrums could be heard tearing about the ears, and the fatal poisonous shadowy liquid of the void would wind its way into the heart… He shook his head violently; old habits die hard. There was an old saying, though old by his standards was still a fresh and constantly morphing thing, that would forever by a memory for which he classified as The Prior. Thinking about it now, on the edge of The Future, was freeing; he could’ve bugled happily at the thought if now had been a happier time, with a less irritated wolf. But this old saying, as it was, didn’t usually bring joy with it. All Noche’s life it had cast sorrow and regret. Wary of disrupting his peace on the verge of his new life, he closed the words off from his mind. But the image was no etch-a-sketch, and the passionate fury that glowed in those burning green orbs would forever remain imprinted beneath his eyelids, which he flicked open with a surprising calm, bearing his own ambers in impatience of how long this hated night would last.  |
Replies:
- Hell's My Domain. - By Devil's Angel February 12, 2012 at 01:43:28 AM
he intended to decieve the whole c r o w d - By Ala Noche February 20, 2012 at 11:29:00 PM
Hell's My Domain. - By Devil's Angel February 26, 2012 at 00:19:10 AM