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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Serris had been happy with his border activity lately. Sure, many new wolves were coming through his lands, finding what they think is paradise. But it was member retention that he was having the worst luck with. The only packmember who had truly stayed throughout the moons was Devil’s Angel, and he knew she would not be dragged from this land without her dying breath. So how to get his warriors to stay? The warboy mused over the options as he wandered to the center of his land, for there was a brief lapse in calls that he needed to attend to. A pack meeting and… ranks he guessed. Surely a Zeta would not leave their post. Yes, this was something he’d have to give deep thought about. But then a new, yet familiar, scent hit his pelt and he was up and trotting to its source. No break for the weary.

It was Calla and Roni, two fae’s he had met at the border and ordered impress him. But he’d never through they’d go hunting like they suddenly ran away to do. He had merely wanted a sharp word or daring move to prove their steely wills, if they had them at all, but instead he was going to receive a free meal. Fair enough. Depending on what they brought back would impress him. He heard the lady’s howl, feral and raw beneath the blushing moon. A kill had been made, that was for sure. Not wanting to think of anything more complicated, Serris simply made a straight line towards the group of living and dead. No need for anything fancy. Emerging from around a wide tree, Serris was impressed to see a whole dead moose lying at his borders, and a whole ‘nother stack of rabbits lying to its side. Raising an eyebrow, the ebon King stopped just before them. Yet… something else struck his nares. Another perfume? Ah, so these femme’s had received help in their kill? A snort escaped his muzzle. It was only at this range that he could see the buck was old, an easy target indeed. That would explain why there was no damage to the canine’s bodies. “You do not think I realize you had help in your little adventure?” His words were slightly laced with annoyance, but he would let this instance slide. “But I guess it cannot be helped. Although an explanation would be in order.” He lowered his hinds to the terra, expecting an oh-so-good-story.


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