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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Activity at the borders was crazy, but Serris couldn’t exactly complain. More members for his meeting, which he really needed to kick into gear soon. He was ready to let others accept new members; not that he despised the job, but he trusted a few others to take over that duty. As an Alpha he deserved some relaxation, afterall. A grin rose to his lips at the thought. He was currently on his way to a new scent that presented itself, finding it was another fae. Seemed so many of those bitches were flocking to his territory, but you really could never have too many ladies around. He took it as a compliment, actually. Serris was a lady’s man.

When he arrived at the scene, though, the joy feel from his features like a stone. This little mistress had a smirk upon her pate and an attitude he could almost smell. She reeked of it. Flashing his daggers, the King let a deep rumble flow from his chest, an obvious threat. With all the new faces around he was feeling a little uncomfortable, and this sort of thing didn’t make the situation any better. “I suggest you wipe that smirk off your face before misfortune finds you,” he snarled, completely serious. Fate was a cruel and unchangeable mistress, but he certainly could intervene. He’d fooled her more than once before.


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