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 May 7, 2012 at 03:35:12 AM by Serris
Before he could get to his pack, Serris had to deal with this hot-shot challenger. He had gotten the brute wet and left quite the mark on his spine, but still he dared to stare him down and imitate his stance. Even dared to narrow his pools and insult him with a snarl. From his sides Serris could hear some of those gathered there growl or comment on the matter, picking up the rumbling of the russet brujo and the two simple lyrics of Angel. Shetani glanced around the river as if determining his chances before announcing some useless words about returning. Then he turned tail and ran all the way to the border, his wretched scent sticking to the leaves as he fled. Watching his scurrying butt, Serris almost wanted the male to come back and challenge him. That way, when he defended his pack against this imposter, he would have a nice little slave to serve the family. An evil smirk spread across his features at the thought of it, but he filed that plot under future plans and returned to his new recruits. The first to answer his speech was the red, three-legged hessian, announcing his turn with a growl. He started off my stating he didn’t have a name, which honestly confused the ebon King. But as he continued to talk Serris understood and registered his ‘name’ of sorts, Experiment 13720, or simply Experiment. Humans, huh? Maybe someday the regal would learn the entire story, but for now this was enough. Turning his head to look as Experiment once again spoke, Serris admired the way he spoke about himself, proclaiming himself ferocious and experienced in every way, and with that missing leg Serris didn’t doubt him. It was then that an evil grin spread over the lupe’s face and his banner waved behind his bulk, almost ghost like in its movements. What happened next was to Serris’s complete surprise. Experiment bowed and subtly rolled his cranium sideways, a sign of submission from a wolf who had no doubt fought madly for his life and hadn’t submitted to a single thing in his tortured life. He gave a nod of approval and a slight, sly smile to tell Experiment that they’d have to speak later. The Alpha was looking forward to it. It was just then that Serris realized something and turned sharply to look at a patch of underbrush near the rest of the gathered wolves. A scent danced around his nostrils, had been lingering there quite some time but he had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice the mystery entrance. Now this new demon stepped from the leafy cover and exposed himself. The most striking thing about the ivory beast was his markings, strokes of black that were seemingly painted on by the hand of Fenris himself, if you believed in that sort of thing. He was stoic and straight-faced, and when his paws contacted the earth Serris could almost feel little waves of electricity radiating from his pads, crawling about the muddy earth like spiders. His energy was a mystery to the usually all-knowing regal. Never before had he met another with such dormant fire, a hurricane sleeping behind the confines of castle walls. Yes, Serris was conflicted, not sure whether to treat this new brute with admiration or apprehension. In a way, the new leader knew this one could bring him down if he ever chose to do so. So it was only natural reaction that dropped the humor from his kissers and turned his façade stone cold, matching that of the newcomer. He wasted no time in speaking, announcing his title with one simple word, Raikou. The rest of his paragraph nearly knocked the King off his throne, though. The damn hessian had replied to all of his questions exactly, even daring to mention pissing where his paws now took refuge! Serris’s first thought was that this newcomer was mocking him and his rule, using this oh-so-funny sarcasm to deliberately piss him off. But then, as if by chance, Serris caught a flash through his ocean orbs and once again Serris was almost dethroned. So, he was just messing with him, eh? Bloody bastard nearly gave him a heart attack… but thinking about it now, the charcoal Alpha did have to hand it to him, his lyrics were quite humorous. Perhaps he wouldn’t have overreacted if it were not for that stupid runt coming to challenge him earlier. Either way, Serris let a single sentence slide from between his ivories in response. “Please Raikou, don’t be reserved; I’ll gladly move for the relief of your bladder.” The midnight he-beast noticed the lighter male’s nod before continuing on, turning slowly to find whoever chose to speak next. It turned out to be Devil’s Angel, who had giggled slightly at the little ordeal he had just endured, and he had felt her pure hatred for Shetani when he was still hanging around being a nuisance. His glance had brushed over her every now and again as he transitioned between focal points and it seemed that everything was revealed in her chocolate portals. Her still wary stance of him, her new Alpha, that punk who was now far out of his lands, Raikou who wanted to relieve himself under his belly. It was odd, actually; Serris had envisioned Angel as a much more docile creature, but her actual personality was an honest shock. Not a bad sort of surprise, just enough to make him pause and recede from the world for a second to think it over. But then Devil’s Angel was stepping forward and Serris perked his ears, wanting to hear from this fae who had been here for so long. Her lyrics somewhere disappointed him, but in another way it only sprouted the seed of admiration he held for her. Simple, to the point. No messing around, no useless shit to cloud the air, and that was that. He acknowledged the statement with a nod, but then he also felt the urge to speak some verses of his own, and so the sound dropped from him like lumps of amber leaking from the bark of a maple. “If only we could all feel like that sweetheart, then I truly would be a lucky son of a gun.” He let an almost melancholy, rueful smile take its place, glancing away and staring through the tangle of trees and vines to the distant plains that roll over some different world. Why did this thought make him so pensive? Who knew. Right now he had a pack to get to. Swinging his muzzle to point towards the only ess who had not yet spoken, Serris waited patiently for some kind of response. Although, other than her initial thanks for accepting her, Severine said nothing. Did she not hear his question? An eyebrow lifted in her direction, a silent yet firm inquiry as to why she was so silent. Was it disrespect? Or maybe she was just stupid. Serris wanted neither in his territory, yet he let it slide for now. They only had time, afterall. Determining that everyone gathered had finished speaking, Serris once again gathered himself to finish the meeting. Taking a deep breath before beginning, the raven vampire let his sapphire gaze linger on each and every one of them, all four (whoop-di-do) of his soldiers. “Now, after… most… of those introductions are out of the way, I feel quite a bit better. I hope to gain more trust from you all as the suns go on; I know how it can be with your authority figures constantly changing, and I cannot force your faith in me, so I will simply hope that you can come around. I realize words can only do so much. Now, seeing as there is nothing else to be said here, and supposing there are still no questions from you all, I shall take my depart. Time to go piss on some trees and rub my behind up against stuff. But while I am busy marking the borders, I expect all of you to be patrolling and meeting any newcomers that wander to Munashii. As of right now only I am allowed to welcome new wolves, but don’t let this discourage you from greeting them. I am watching all of your actions and will give out ranks shortly based on them. Don’t be afraid to mingle amongst yourself either, although I’m probably just droning on right now and you all want me to leave. So I shall.” He nodded to them, as if that simple gesture meant anything anymore, and gracefully loped away from the river, letting his slender legs carrying him up the river a ways before veering off into the haunting woods of his home. He knew dotting the borders with his scent would be an exhausting job. But it need to get done, as it marking to official claiming of this pack and branding it as his own, and all other marking expeditions after this would simply be renewing the scents that he laid down as of right now. Yes, in a way he would also enjoy this, this sort of feral claiming. In no time he came to the edge of his new world, slowing down and lowering his muzzle to sniff out the last scent marker left behind by Volbeat in this area. Finding a large pine distantly smelling of his urine, Serris came up alongside it. He sharply let out an emotionally charged sigh and lifted his leg. Demon | Adult | Munashii Gekko | Alpha | Loveless | Mimi |
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