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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[monologue] for a sleepless night
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Evidentially the she-wolf hadn’t heard his words of love, for her reaction was one of nothing, and she merely began to move closer to his location. Why, he had just bared a very secluded part of his soul, and her auds couldn’t even catch the desperate words? He sighed, the sound slightly melancholy, every part of him sinking further and further into his earthen mother. He really didn’t want to be here right now... he wasn’t much one for all the mushy things about life and love, and certainly facing them was a very large hurdle for him to clear. But he would at least stay and endure whatever words Alleria had for him, no matter if they be good or evil.

The water rushed by his paws, taunting him with its freedom, and he felt his wrists shackled to the ground. The dark brute’s portals gently turned in the direction of the femmora, icy depths taking in her movements and whatever else she might have in store. Would she come close enough to touch him? Keep her distance, hesitant? Admonish him or encourage him? All these questions swum around within his skull, steaming through the rivers in his brain. And, for a guy who was used to having all the control, this feeling of helplessness was so stifling he felt his chest compress and his lungs cry in protest. But he would endure. Isn’t that what he’d always done? And this time he had quite the valuable reason.


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