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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a few shades [darker] than black [Pack Meeting]
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Posted on November 14, 2012 at 04:06:37 AM by Serris


The soft velvet moon cried tears of stars above the treetops as creatures stirred in the forest below. Claws scraped the earth, ribs expanded with the burden of breath, sounds vibrated against the low clouds and made a fog of vibrations. This was the cross-section of a pack, each layer exposing another secret of the group. Boredom soaked like die through the stack, but the promise curled at the edges. Woven into each piece of the puzzle was the blood of a brute born to lead, clearly possessing each as his own, as they were his own by right of Alpha. Uneasy, Serris padded in the chilly night, autumn fully upon them now. The colored leaves beneath his paws shattered like glass, but the silver light turned them to ghosts shuffling along the surface. Wind would rake through the piles, clearing sections of ground to paint each surface with the shards of maple and aspen. Annoyed after one such encounter, the regal snapped at the breeze. This was no time for distractions. His inactivity in the pack had halted things to a painful impasse, and the only next logical step would be to call a meeting and award ranks, which was much more a task to accomplish than generating the words to say it. But it needed to be done, and Serris was resolved to begin it as the first light kindled the foliage.

It wasn’t that the hessian didn’t trust those in his pack; quite the contrary. He respected many of his subjects and felt comfortable placing his duties in their hands. It was the fact that he didn’t have enough of a bond with any one member to appoint them anything higher than Gamma. Sure, a Beta would be nice, and the rank is almost a necessity within the social structure of their family, but the dark mister just couldn’t bring himself to it. Once he had finally overcame this hurdle, Serris had an even worse obstacle to master. What to do. Sure, a meeting was a meeting, and after everyone had arrived and the familiarities were out of the way, a short dialogue would follow; the issue arose when words could no longer fill the space between them. They would be expecting... something. And as their leader he couldn’t disappoint. Regardless, he needed some kind of epiphany.

A hunt would put them all to sleep, no doubt. His warriors should be capable enough to feed themselves without having to ask others for assistance. What else then? A competition? Of whit or brawn? A demonstration? But, then again, this wasn’t show-and-tell in kindergarten. The ebon male let out a rough growl, fully irritated. He would have to figure some damn thing out sooner or later, but his brain refused to listen and he came to the conclusion that mutiny was the only explanation for this behavior. Rebellion of his own organs, the very plasma that melted into his bones. Looking to the pre-dawn skyline, Serris slowly blinked his aqua portals, calming his nerves. Damn, for such a sly guy you’d think this kind of work would be easy, but his past few weeks he wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t as trusted as earlier. Life just... died sometimes. He couldn’t help it, nor stop or prevent it, only try to dive through the rising waves. Letting his banner curl around the jagged bark of a young pine, Serris dragged the extremity through the peaks and valleys. He’d have to redo the borders soon. Great.

The he-beast stalked through his forest, keeping watch for any packmembers that might be up at this time of the morning. No need to ruin the surprise of a meeting. Then again, Serris was always keeping tabs on his soldiers, tracking their scents as the pebbles beneath him relayed tales of their adventures. It had been a while since Serris had spoken to the earth, but his senses climbed once more and the brute felt more powerful than ever.

But there was one creature he didn’t need to spy on. Kobato. At least the girl had grown up... a little bit. She still followed him around like some inverse shadow, trying to “lighten” his heart and make him smile. At least he would never lose her... the thought drew a rolling grumble of exhaustion and amusement. She was a handle, that was for sure, and yet Serris still couldn’t stand to throw her out. He blamed it on feminine charm. Surely nothing inside of him would cause such an absurd reaction to one little bitch. Shaking his head, “Serryberry” finally arrived at his desired meeting spot; this was the location of his first call, and would most likely be their gathering from hence forth. The river at his chest slid along the trembling vibrato of the smooth rocks beneath the surface, playing the low strings of the water. The air seemed to hum with it, pulsing with the navy waves of the current. Yes, he was a waterboy, and nothing could rip that from his soul. He’d die in the damn stuff or dry it all from the surface to accompany him to Hell. He was sure Wolfbane wouldn’t mind the pool.

Glancing at the sky once more, Serris calculated he had a few more minutes of peace before the fine golden threads weaved their fabric across the celestial dome. Laying at the bank, the hessian dipped on toe into the stream, then the opposite toe of the other foot, watching at the two ripples bounced and blended until there was nothing left of either. Simple entertainment, yes, but he still had much to think about and this brief respite helped to clear his head. He needn’t worry, even if things were going terribly wrong there would always be others to alter his plans and liven things up. And, if worse came to worse, Kobato was always there to lend her unique assistance. Yes, he was a fine Alpha and this would be his first rank meeting, and it would be the greatest in the land. Exhaling as he thrust himself from the terra, Serris dug his damp toes into the sand before releasing a mighty cry, waking the drowsy forest from its dreams. It was a call of meeting and of morning salutation, the tones cool to meet the warmth of the breaking sunlight. Gather, he commanded, and let this morning mark the beginning of a new season, both in the world and in his family. And indeed, this would be a new age.

Demon || Adult || Alpha of Munashii Gekko || Single || Mimi


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