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 29, 2012 at 03:46:38 PM by MIYA.
Any sound can shake the air - my voice shakes the heart. ______________________________________ The darkness that has cascaded across her veiled mind has slowly drifted away and dispersed with the weeks that followed her into pack life. Munashii became a paradise for Miya, a sanction to get away from all the world had to offer. The silver phantom of a wolf gave thought occasionally to the onyx and alabaster, venom eyed demon, Skrillex, but even more so to the dark toned prince she had met so long ago; Kong. She had not seem him in what felt like ages, and she could feel a particular ache, a throb within her breast at the thought of him. How she missed her very first friend so. But, now was not the time to day dream about things out of reach, no. Miya had become a part of a pack, now, a family; the very same family Kong had taken her away from, had saved her from the first time around. Though, the female knew this Alpha was new, not such as the old, and perhaps the pack would flourish and become something better, perhaps something that even Kong would like. Perhaps if she ever found him, ever brought him back here, with her.. he'd want to stay. But, in all honesty; would he? The male seemed to have a rather emotional attachment to the place, annd Miya had no intentions of displacing his emotions, or even causing them to aim at a downhill rate. All she wanted to do was undrestand him, make him smile, make him know he's not alone, that he will never be alone. But.. how could she possibly do that when the was never anywhere to be found? With a light sigh slipping past pale lips, Miya allowed her muzzle to briefly dip down, sweeping across the hard earth she was currently trodding upon. Within Munashii's turf, the girl could pick up faint scents of her fellow pack members, of the little girl Jersey she had taken an eye to, the defensive and rather cynical looking Totoro. But the scent of an unknown wolf, who held scent of the black and white female known as Devil's Angel, came strong from Miya's left. Allowing her curiosity to get the better of her, the phantom girl turned her direction toward him, wondering who he was since he had not been at the pack meeting. He must have decided to join after, she concluded silently. Coming up upon him, her nostrils flared with a quiet 'huff' at the fresh scent of blood, her tongue absentmindedly lolling out to trail along her bottom jaw. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten herself, and put it in her mind to make sure to catch herself something later on in the evening. Allowing her intense, silver irises to roam across his fourm, she took in the pale hue of his pelt to the lean build of his youthful body. He was an adult, for sure, though for how long he had been so Miya couldn't say. Her observation lasted mere moments, before she turned her cienna accented gaze toward his own eyes, curious to what colour they were, before she allowed herself to speak. "Hello there, stranger. Name's Miya; what's yours?" Her voice was a rather alto tone, not quite deep, but nothing close to high pitched either. It was rather monotone, though held rivets of colour within the tone, shards of her personality and the wolf she could be, or had been in the past. It seemed Miya had many sides to her, though it seemed very few, if only one, knew the deepest part of her. Though, this was only a light encounter, of course. She hardly knew the male before her, but the phantom felt comfortable enough- he was a pack member, family member, after all- to recline back on her haunches before wrapping her thick tail lightly around her back paws. Watching him both intensely and curiously, she tilted her silver jaw lightly to the left as she awaited his reply, curious to just who the stranger wolf was.  |
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- he intended to decieve the whole c r o w d - By Ala Noche March 1, 2012 at 02:25:08 AM