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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She was a thing of pure beauty marred by fear and injury. For quite a while she just lay in the same heap she had landed in. Pain crashed over her like the cresting waves of a stormy sea. Her body was shaking as if she were trapped outside in a snow storm. Small, weak whimpers escaped her maw every so often. Those bright grey-green eyes were squeezed shut, her tiny head bowed. Her tongue ventured slowly from her jaws, ever so gently probing the source of her pain. The barest of touches and she was reeling in fresh pain. It was for sure sprained, maybe even broken. Still, no matter how much pain engulfed her, not a single tear was shed from her orbs. After a while, the pup managed to slow and even out her breathing. Her lids remained together all through this, as if parting them would cause her to shatter into a million ashen pieces. It could be worse... It could be Them all over again. The thought crept into her conscience like a fog. The thought of Them, her parents, made her flinch and whimper louder.

It was like her throat was closing up, like she was slowly suffocating. That's when it hit her. The scent of a wolf, but this one close and fresh. Those startling luminaries of her snapped open, fear plain in them. Her gaze locked onto the alabaster form of a male headed right for her. If it was possible, her lookers opened even wider. This paired with her tiny bodice (tiny, even for a six month old pup) made her seem more and more defenseless. As the brute grew ever closer, the lass began to panic. She knew full well how close to pack lands she was. After glancing quickly around her, the pup began to attempt to scoot away from the advancing male. The second she moved pain overthrew her. She froze, her breathing now ragged. The girl was smarter than to try and move again even despite the uneasiness she felt at the approach of a pack male. She said nothing but never once let her haunting gaze leave his snowy frame.

This house doesn't burn down slowly.
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