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 January 20, 2013 at 05:57:59 AM by Serris
Serris was falling apart at the seams. His head hurt, a constant throbbing that nestled deep in his skull and made a home. By now he had learned to ignore it. Still, it gnawed at him, devouring his sanity, drinking up his sense from the source and leaving him empty. No, he wasn’t going mad. But this was... some sort of terrible mind game. It didn’t help that he hadn’t been able to see Kobato is quite some time. The last he knew the young femme was sick with fever and Fenris knew what else, wasting away in the depths of some cave. No she was nowhere to be seen. And his life had prevented him from visiting her sooner. Between Alpha duties, newcomers, and personal matters, the brute had no time to think. He had gone to deal with a stranger wishing to join some time ago, right around the peak of the young one’s sickness, but that took much longer than expected and that delay only led to the next. By the time he lay his head down to rest Kobato was a far off goal, one to be sought after but never reached. His limbs just ached too much, his head pounding. And he often told himself that if he was any kind of brute he’d drag his sorry ass off the dirt and take care of the lass. But weariness always won out, dragging his eyelids down like a curtain of night before he could act. Now spring came fast and early, the last of the snowfall forgotten with the winds, and still he had not seen her. It was not their separation that was the sole cause of his troubles. Serris was having a very hard time with his thoughts, especially when it came to his leadership and his pack. He was slipping. There was no doubt. Surely anyone who still hung around was a phantom by now, frozen in the ground like permafrost. Activity had all but stopped. When had the last meeting been? How many had shown? He was not old and yet these things eluded his grasp, danced tauntingly in his pupils, just out of reach. And how could this have been prevented, remedied even? If he were a better Alpha. If he were a great beast, like the men of legends, then surely there would be no issues. Wolves would flock to him, seeking protection, seeking challenge. The lands would be humming with life, the currents of the woods laden with words and sighs. Even Kobato wouldn’t be so lonely. Something caught in the male’s throat, causing him to choke. Shakily he rose from where he had been laying, velvet eyes pinned to the ground. All Serris ever did was let people down. As an Alpha, a friend, a mate, a father. If only he weren’t such a waste... These thoughts had been growing in the boy’s head, festering like a wound that refused to heal. And for weeks he mused and pondered, growled and sighed. Now there was nowhere to turn; every waking hour was consumed with worry and fear and disappointment. Where was the old Serris? How funny, how ironic, he would have found it to know that as he was falling Kobato was rising, finding herself anew in the glory after the battle. They had swapped places; confidence for doubt. Now all Serris had to do was crawl back into the womb and cease his life where it had started. Hearing a thud, the ebony warrior sharply swiveled his head, pools flooding with fear. No, he was Alpha, his was not the place for fear. Admonishing his failures once again, the brute steeled his wits and set off towards the noise, determined to exert his power. Maybe a senseless murder would help get his spirits up. That or a good fucking. Serris’ gut churned; something was not right. A single ivory flashed from under its veil as he came upon the scene, ready to grab and dominate whatever might be there, every muscle tense, quivering. And when he saw a fae he almost did pounce, banner slicing the air. But something stayed his stride long enough for recognition to soften his features. Why... it was Kobato. But... she had grown. In more ways than one. Her pelt was long and glossy, limbs no longer awkward, caramel orbs glinting with intelligence. And, as the sun hit her skinny frame, dirtied with the newly thawed loam, Serris couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride burst in his chest. He was much too weak to deny his feelings now; the girl had touched him, changed him, and he had begun to regard her much like a daughter. Once again a pebble caught in his throat, and as he looked away from her silhouette he saw the still-swaying trunk of a pine, disturbed dust riding the shafts of sunlight. And he laughed. A hearty laugh, full of fears and angers that simply floated away. His little runt still made mistakes, improved as she was. Why couldn’t he? Afterall, Kobato should’ve been the one to leave a long time ago, and yet she decided to stick around for the mere fun of it. Through his triumphs and his failures, she stuck by his side. And as much as he hated the little bitch, there would never be another Kobato. Now, he was still very much raw inside. That much poison cannot be rid in one simple flush. But he would not give up as long as she was still around, causing havoc like only Kobato knew how to do. Oh, the pain he’d feel when he had to explain his absence in her time of greatest need, what agony when he could not think of something that validated his leave. But he would suffer that burden later. Stepping out to greet the mottled girl, Serris let a weary smile pull his kissers, a smile that held so much more than fatigue. Would she reject him? Uncertainty hung back just from view, his stomach still rolling with shapeless emotions. At a time like this he just wanted the old Serris back. Or did he?  |
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- NO MATTER THE WEATHER, WE'LL GO FAR - By Calla January 24, 2013 at 04:50:30 PM
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