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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As soon as the big dude’s warmth left me in the cold, my eyes fluttered open, blurred by the near-instant collapse of my consciousness. I want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Like now… I attempt to close my eyes and shut out the light yet again, but then I remember that I’m not alone… I met a friend! How silly of me to fall asleep when he was tal- was he talking when I fell asleep? Judging by the pool of drool… I don’t think he was. I open my soft chocolate gazers again, caramel glittering in the mid-afternoon sunlight, and I slowly begin to sneak forward, being as cautious as I can to sneak up on him. He’s talking to someone… but I can’t very well see beyond his big, fat head. A feminine voice releases into the atmosphere, though it’s quiet and I can barely even pick up on it’s hushed tones. I don’t understand it, but I prick my listeners up and peek out from behind the big black male. I abandon my attempt to ambush the guy, and bounce forward and… face-plant into the ground again. I quickly get up, acting as if it didn’t even happen, and I hop towards her frame, which is also black. I only heard, maybe she’ll get scared enough and run off when I came up, and my eyes quavered a bit. Did she not want to play with me either? But I haven’t even met her yet!

Trotting clumsily up to her ivory splattered pillar, I plonk my little arse down and look up at her with determined and somewhat questioning eyes, I didn’t even notice that my mouth was hanging open in awe. What? It’s the first female I’ve seen since... well, nevermind. You’re pretty! You’re fur is pretty! You’re eyes are pretty! You’re super PRETTY! I speak the honest truth. I cannot tell a lie. Well, I can, but my nature is to be as straightforward as possible. Are you Sita? My question was abrupt and very… interesting. Sita is Tor’s (the varg goddess of the moon) daughter, who was sent down by her mother to atone for the varg’s sins on Earth. I’ve always imagined that she’s still out here, because otherwise, all the good guys wouldn’t be able to defeat the bad guys, but I didn’t know she took the form of a real live wolf! My butt waggles madly behind me, and I look up at the lady in admiration. Yes, she must be Sita, or a goddess… or something there’s no way a wolf could be this stunning!

Then, her scent reaches me and I furrow my brow in hesitation and I tell my next words in a matter-of-fact tone. No- you can’t be Sita… Sita smells like sunshine, mother told me so. And mother is never wrong. I crinkle up my face. You smell like mr. grumpy pants. What’s your name, pretty lady? I motion over to the gargantuan male behind me with the ice blue optics and make a pouty face and conjure up some fake tears. Yep, this female was going to get my whiney behavior, whether or not she answered my question is up to her. He won’t play with me… Was he going to play with her instead?! A hint of annoyance and true hatred slides onto my palette. No… I want him to play with me! I swish my tiny desert-rose tassel and direct my distasteful lyrics at the pretty lady. I’ve come to the conclusion, that I cannot like you. No matter how pretty you are. That’s about as straightforward as I can get. It’s not that I DON’T like her… no that was a totally different matter. I just CANT. For if the male wishes to play with her and not me… And there’s also that minor detail I forgot about… the words I picked up on earlier… was she talking about me?!

What her reaction to my rude words is not of my concern. I turn around, totally forgetting about my inquiry of her title. My nasty face is still on… and it’s quite scary compared to my constant smile and naïve-ness from earlier. But suddenly, it disappears, and I’m left with a clueless look upon my palette, looking as clumsy, naïve, cute and utterly stupid as ever. Is she a whore? Hey, what can I say… She made me feel super happy when I thought she was Sita, and the big guy said that a whore makes everyone happy… so she must be one? Oh the cleverness of me!

✰✰✰Kobato ✰✰✰
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