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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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I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break
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The blood tainted, ebony brute sighed as he headed west from Misty Mountain to this pack. Munashii Gekko, it was called. He wondered what it would be like. Bright and happy or dark loooking and family like? He honestly didn't know. If it was happy and bright, he'd leave right away. If it was dark looking and family like, he would join.

He needed to start over, with a family in which he would fight for, protect, and hunt for, that is, if he was accepted. He literally was trying to get rid of his killing side, and he had to take risks. He already took a lot while being a young assassin, but, that was a long time ago. He was different than what he acted like in those days.This was where his arrogance and attitude shifted gears.

He looked up, amber eyes scanning the area before him. He was close to the pack borders, he could feel it; and smell it too. he smirked, blood red furs dancing in the wind compared to his black pelt, in which covered mostly his whole bodice. His long limbs coated with muscle glided along the pathway.

The trees leaves' let the sun slide out between them, the light hitting the assassin's cost as his silent steps got closer and closer. He knew that the back border was only a few feet away. But the pack looked, dark. He turned to see the sun setting, and smiled. Now the members should be slipping out of their dens to see the moonlight.

He drew back his head, a howl escaping his maw (calling for any mamber of the pack) to accept him into the pack. He stopped suddenly, and lowered his haunches, now sitting on the green grass outside the border.

Whatever lied inside the pack, he wondered about.

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