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 September 18, 2012 at 04:22:49 AM by Serris
Serris had actually been tracking the little boy’s actions at the border. No, not a stalker. Simply a concerned Alpha. The cripple had not impressed him, and from what he could hear and sense from their direction, things weren’t exactly falling in his favor. A heavy sigh escaped the regal’s charcoal lips, knowing he’d either have to kick him out or kick his ass before the lad learned anything. Shouts rose into the air, heated and hollow, accusations of those too enraged to form a decent thought. My my, what a shame it would be to arrive and find his own pack member losing to this feminine newcomer. Definitely not the impression Consecro should be making. But for the time being Serris simply lounged by the river bed, his favor spot in all the lands, and mused over the upcoming meeting and the ranks he was soon to hand out. He’d sunk so much thought into the matter that, when those words finally slipped past his lips, he feared they would sound too calculated. But a plan was always a good thing, and the brute would not second guess his choices. The boy’s howl was short and unmistakably annoyed. Couldn’t put up with the stranger then? Slightly disappointed, the King took the long route of rolling over to rise to his pistons, shaking and raising his tassel to its proper position before setting out at a lazy lope. Of course he was positioned not too far away; the Alpha had been monitoring the situation afterall, and so his arrival was quite swift. As his cadence slowed to a stiff walk, Serris barely caught hold of the last words uttered by the lady. Respect? The very word made a laugh erupt from his chest, one laced with arsenic and cyanide. Respect, what a worthless ideal unless it was earned through blood and sweat and pain. He demanded respect wherever he went, but of course he was an Alpha and had earned that title. This bitch… she was nothing but another brick in the wall, a bug swarming about in the forests of his paradise. And so he approached the fatale with his maddened chuckle bouncing before him, a corrupt smile dripping from his lips. “Oh, you both have so much to learn.” His tone was light, almost disturbingly so. He shot a quick glance to Consecro, confirming that he knew he had failed this test. In regard to the stranger, once look at her position was enough to tell him that she had wandered into his borders without permission. Well, he’d just have to do something about that. “YOU, sweetheart, should’ve gone crying back to mommy when you still had the chance.” He advanced towards her frame, a sly grin on his features and a flashing allure in his aqua portals. And then, with one final crumpling leaf beneath his paw, he lunged. The slender beast locked onto the fae’s neck, firm enough to control the region but skilled enough to keep the skin intact. With a savage twist of his own nape, Serris brought the femme to the terra with no consideration as to her comfort. An ebon paw came down to claim her ribs and the King lifted his crown, a grin of triumph on his kissers. “You really should’ve thought twice before crossing my borders, bitch. Lady or not, your existence is worthless to me unless you can prove your value to my pack. Or perhaps you’d be more suited to a group of kind little babies, like Spring Grounds. I’m sure they’d love to wipe your ass for you.” He spat the words at her like they were acid. Sure, it was cruel, but this was Serris in his purest form. Sarcastic, dominant, possessive. He settled for nothing less than perfection. And causing havoc was his favorite hobby. Sure, he’d always love to have a new member, but with those appearing lately (that crippled boy and that loudmouth female he’d literally ripped apart) he was starting to question to strength and respect of his warriors. He’d be picky if he had to; this pack was his life, and he wouldn’t have weaklings tear it apart. [ OOC: I have powerplayed your character because she was trespassing in the pack lands. As Alpha I have permission to do so. There has been no harm to your character, so don’t feel like I am purposely attacking you, Serris is just very crotchety about his borders. <3 ] |
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Replies:
- Crossing The Line - By Kat September 18, 2012 at 11:13:48 AM
King of the Cursed - By Consecro September 19, 2012 at 01:21:39 AM