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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A snarl pertrudes from my labias, rumbling through my chest and into the atmoshpere. Here I was at our simple pack meeting, thinking I had all the time in the world before the next challenger was to come along, but there was that demanding howl at my borders; idiotic and irritating. Rolling my eyes, I let it be shown on my facade how irked I was before I slowly turned to Devil's Angel, "While I am away with this idiotic wolf, you are in charge. Keep this place up to date, and accept the newcomers as if you were me. I will return soon enough." Pivoting, I began my trek across the terrain, closing the distance between me and the challenger quickly. There was no warmth in my gaze, but an ice cold glare pierced into her frame. No words were spoken, not even a sound removing itself from my clamped shut jowls. The scar on my muzzle seemed to glow in warning, along with the tense strides that I took as I simply passed the vixen towards Quarrels Clearing, padding swiftly out of sight, knowing she would get the message.



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