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 February 19, 2013 at 05:41:58 AM by Serris
Of course he expected resistance. Afterall, he hoped this lady was sane enough to rebel against his selfish decisions. But he had made up his mind, and very little would convince his paws to cease in their journey. She started with crying out some things about love and feelings. You think I didn’t have feelings for you?! he snarled to himself. Don’t talk to me about love, you traitorous bitch. And still he did not stop, no matter how many words flowed from her maw, each step causing his voice to grow fainter and fainter. Fading away. Just as Alleria was fading out of Serris’ life. Whether he knew the consequences of his actions or not, Serris would not reveal to himself. She continued with a plea, and then a brief recap of her life story. Sorry sweetie, we’ve all had it rough. You think I didn’t hate myself every day? The terrible things he had done... quite the opposite of Alleria’s tale, yet they were both beautiful birds locked in the same rusty cage. The lass paused in her expressions and, naively, Serris thought it to be over. But not, this was the calm before the storm, the stillness of the trees before thunder ravaged the land. He was quite the distance away now, her words barely a whisper on the wind, but even from here he could hear the crackle of her throat as she swallowed. What, was she to say more? Probably another desperate attempt to get him to slink back and give her the pleasure she so wanted. If she had such a traumatic past with this kind of thing, why was she so eager to receive it now? He would not trust a liar, of any sort. His pads crunched on the river bed, one displaced pebble bouncing down into the crystalline stream as her lyrics broke the air in two. I love you. He did not stop immediately. Those were not words that sank in very quickly. But soon he slowed, each piston growing heavy beneath his chest. His last step quivered in the air for a second before landing, as if shaking in fear of its owner. But all the hate had drained from Serris. His head hung as he absorbed those words; so simple these three words, and yet they had caused the worst destruction in all of history. For what did Romeo and Juliet die for, and by what was Julius Caesar betrayed? He could not turn to look at her. He could not bear to see her now. Not when he hurt so bad inside. She truly did love him? Not lust, not jest? She was so committed as to offer her body, not even knowing if her love was requited or not? And here he was, scolding her for her bravery. Serris felt something catch in his chest. Failure was all he was. Could this brute do nothing right? Darkness overtook his pools, clouding his vision. He shut them. No. What was he to say? A response dripped from the tip of his tongue, but he would not let it manifest. There would come a time from these words, but now they were still young, infant really, and needed to be nurtured. Swinging his head towards the femora so that he could just barely make out her form from the corner of his vision, Serris locked his stare on the ground. “I...” he muttered, but a sigh in the wind. “I refuse to treat the one I love as an object.” The confession left his weak and tired, overwhelmed. His hinds sank to the ground, awkwardly turning to the side as his fores were a little late to follow suit, but soon he was laying on the rocky ground, paws but inches from the water’s surface. His cranium lowered to rest on his forearms, gaze distant, eyes slightly glazed. Why couldn’t Alleria see? As long as he held feelings for her, she would be no object in his eyes. And from love he expected more than just a petty lover. But this thought, too, wore him out, and so Serris simply stopped pondering the matter and lay watching the water slowly slide by. Alleria was free to do what she may. He would not leave, but he would not return also. This was his invitation.  |
Replies:
- c o l o r o f b l o o d - By Alleria February 22, 2013 at 02:27:27 AM
[monologue] for a sleepless night - By Serris March 7, 2013 at 10:23:36 PM
c o l o r o f b l o o d - By Alleria March 9, 2013 at 09:45:47 PM