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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The Way of the Warrior
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The Way of the Warrior


The white brute swayed his body, his twin towers focusing forward as the youngling before him spoke. He had relaxed as a pup posed no threat, either to him or to anyone else in the pack. She announced that she was just six months of age, and referred to him as ‘sir’. He remained stoic at the term, but was a bit confused by it. Up to this point Aindreas had never been addressed by anything other than his name. He was rarely addressed at all. As Aindreas spoke, his icy gaze saw her flinch at his voice, yet relax a bit as his voice softened.

His twin towers picked up her name – Soranna. His mind stored it away, attaching it to her face forever in his memory. Her voice was quiet and she fumbled over her words, much as Aindreas often did. But her halting speech was clearly due to nerves as opposed to Aindreas’ own unused vocals. He could see the pain that was coursing through her, and his solid exterior softened just a touch. That was when the fae continue with her monologue - I’m far from all right. Aindreas had no knowledge of healing herbs growing anywhere in the terra. That didn’t mean much – he also had no knowledge of healing in general. Aindreas searched for something to say to the young one that would comfort her, but came up short. The iron tinge of blood came across his nares once again. He cocked his head to the side and opened his snowy maw. “Little one, what have you done to your paw. It is dangerous to be around these parts reeking of that sweet stench..” He tried to keep his voice on the less-rough side, and hoped that his words did not frighten the pup more than necessary. Aindreas did not know what else to say to the pup. “Unless you want to submit to Serris and attempt to be accepted into this pack, I would not linger long.” The brute’s maw turned down slightly, realizing that all of the words that he spoke to the pup were negative. “It isn’t a bad place to live…”Aindreas’ voice broke off as he coughed, his vocals growing tired from speaking. His maw closed once more, awaiting the young fae’s response.



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