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 would have been quite satisfied with just Calla’s response to his question. So they met her sister and she caught a rabbit for herself. Of course he still doubted them taking down the moose with just the two of them, but if the creature was as old as it looked it was possible. Calla was not backing down from his glance this time around, holding her head high. His pools narrowed, warning her to not get too cocky. Two visits to the pack and she already things she can have all the pride in the world. At Calla’s final comment the dark regal let a grin spread across his features. She hoped he enjoyed rabbit and moose? Oh princess, you can’t be that ignorant. He found his electric portals wandering to her expanded belly, so full of demonic life-suckers, and he knew that her time was coming soon. In or out of his pack, he really didn’t care for the little ones, but the promise of new soldiers was one of appeal and haste.

Then the other girl’s growl cut the silence and Serris was quick to turn to her, a daring look on his face. Oh, you think you’re a big bad bitch enough to challenge the Alpha you are trying to gain acceptance from? His lips pulled back to reveal the tips of his curved ivories, a malicious smile and a warning all in one. Better watch your ground. Angry lyrics flew from her maw, try to defend her and her friend, but hadn’t he already heard this sob story? It was only when her hackles started to rise did Serris gain his own pistons and take a step closer, spheres flashing dangerously in her direction. “I’d watch that sarcastic ass of yours,” he snarled, but it seemed she was resolved to keep talking. Fine then, dig your own grave. She expects him to take the meal? Like he was some starving pup that would do anything for a bite of raw flesh. But Serris could hold back… until the last comment was muttered, and suddenly the air froze. Tension clogged up his nares, stopping his breath as his gaze burrowed into that of Roni, absently noticing her banner swish in the background. His own tassel went stiff, knees locking, talons slowly curling into the soil. A soft, pink tongue snaked out of the ebon brute’s muzzle, tracing along the length of his right canine.

That.
Fucking.
Bitch.

And the next instant he was gone, rocketing forward with the speed that was granted to him in his lithe build. He was no boy of power, but he was still a male and violence pumped in his veins. Serris aimed his first strike for Roni’s shoulder, aiming to cut long and shallow, a stinging wound that would bite like the devil. Then, bending into a crouch, the King shot upward, twisting his strong neck to slash across the bottom of her throat. This was where he focused all his power and concentration, hoping to sever the vital highway, and if his move was deflected at least he would tear into the chest or chin. On the back of his last move, Serris brought his cranium down and sideways, hoping to shred her other shoulder. This string of movements would take little more than two seconds, a testament to his experience. Oh course, not all the attacks would land; this fae had to have some resemblance of brains in her skull. But she could not avoid them all, and any one of the wounds would cause her a great deal of pain. Then, gathering himself deep within the loam, Serris waited for Roni to regain her sure-to-be faltering step before lunging straight at her fores, hoping to knock them out from under her frame and render her helpless on the terra. If he succeeded then he’d straddle the bitch, positioning himself at her hopefully bleeding nape. If not, then she’d have a firm reminder of who was the boss around here. Wherever his position, Serris let loose the same dripping vocals. “Next time it would be wise to heed my warning. Every breath you take is granted because I allow it. Welcome to the pack then, our new little whore.” And he intended to spread word of his last comment.


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