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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It would seem that the uniquely colored hessian had been a little too late to be counted as early. Light footsteps echo more loudly than they should in the forest of which no souls can be found. In fact, it is so quiet indeed, that the place can resemble that of a graveyard… and the dark shadows help to make this a true statement. Rai wasn’t usually a family guy. He didn’t like having to get meals for older vargs, protect she-wolves, or raise young pups. The blonde gladiator was just there. Doing his own thing bit by bit… and whatever had possessed him to go into unknown territory just because the alpha’s call had a tinge of lightning to it… electrical and powerful enough to summon the thunder. Strange markings that had adorned the gladiator’s since birth pass by dense foliage, finally coming to a clearing where the frosty-eyed loner kept to the shadows instead of rummaging into the center like an idiot.

Raikou watched carefully as other more… brave… souls approached the big male standing at the front. From what the spectator took in, he could guess that Serris, the new regal of the land, Munashii Gekko, was not one to be graced with stupidity. One male, a black raven with more brawn than brains, enters and challenges for the pack… idiot… he would have to challenge later if he wanted the positon… the male had just received the title of regal… Rai would have turned around and left for fear that the idiocy surrounding the place would have corrupted his own mental capacity… if it hadn’t been for the dove that stood quietly by as she waited for Serris to notice her. She hadn’t said anything since he’d arrived… Ah… so she wasn’t one of the imbeciles… was she? Serris announced something about other wolves coming up and calling out their title, and so, quiet, standoffish, unsociable Rai did. He danced forward, looking graceful although he hadn’t necessarily tried to do so.

Hushed lyrics, soft and humble yet somehow murderously strong, echo out. “Raikou. Somewhat of a hunter- but I’ve learned I’d rather pursue my own kind than small hares. Favorite color’s white, as it can be dyed any of the other shades if persuaded enough; fell down a human hole right in front of a lass a while back- mighty embarrassing if I must say so myself. And I’d piss on your little stand if I could, but then again, your mass is shadowing it, therefore, I believe I can hold myself for a while.” It was quite humorous actually… such a calm varg, announcing such inappropriate matters… with such a straight face! Not even a flicker of a smile flew past his kissers.. and his thoughts were carefully guarded behind stone walls that could probably survive a 1930’s air raid. But a flicker of light in his left optic let the alpha know that he was just messing with him. A short, curt, nod, signified his version of a submission and, that being said and done, the quiet soldier made his way over to the femme who, without a single word, had convinced him that there was not just power-hungry ogres running around here. He stopped though, and asked politely "May I sit beside you?" No... the strangely colored tsar was not interested. He'd learned that love is nothing but lust in disguise, and lust is a disgusting thing. Honestly, this boy was the wolf version of a monk. He may have balls, but he didn't let them control his head.

Not another word escaped his kissers. If she allowed him to be in her company, and not have to face the terrors of being attentive all alone, then he would swiftly "take a sit" (yes... that's how its supposed to be...) a foot or two away from her. And his optics would never leave the monarch- however, they weren’t looking directly at him either. Instead, they seemed to look straight through him, as if his bulk were not even there at all. How strange some vargs in Blossom can be, can they not?

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