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
IP: 72.19.90.168
Posted on April 2, 2013 at 05:12:57 AM by Aindreas

OOC- wahoo lots of muse for him apparently.. he was on hiatus for well over a month and I missed him XD

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The Way of the Warrior


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The packland had been silent for a long while, and the white form of the lupine had been relentless in his patrolling. Each morning he had woken up and checked the boundary line, searching for a multitude of things, from the scent of intruders, to the scent of packmates, to the scent of his lord and master. And then he would travel the rest of the packland, memorizing the layout of the land. When he was hungry, he would hunt, which was about every other day. And then he would patrol again at noon. And again at night before he allowed the sweet release of slumber to overtake him. Some of the nights, he would rise from the place he had made his own and travel the route of the boundary in a dream state. Such was his life. His purpose in life was to protect and to serve, which was why his subconscious would take control of his body.

And so it was with confusion that his nares flared, invaded with an uncertain, unknown scent. And there wasn’t just one, there were many. And in addition, the breeze that wafted slowly through the terra brought the faintest tinge of smells that his mind actually did register. Was today the day? Was his lord returning to the terra? Not that much would change… perhaps he would only patrol once per day as opposed to three or four sets of patrols… but his purpose in life would not change. It would not stray. And then the was the scent of the princess, Kobato. Her scent was also upon the breeze, although it was much altered – it stunk of another pack, of a dreadful place, of unknown wolves.

But for now, his concern was the two unknown scents of wolves that were lingering on the edge of the pack. His nare’s flared, being ravaged by the alien scents. Each day, the breeze had been the same. Aindreas paused, his system momentarily overrun by the differences that this day, THIS day, had brought to him. And now there was the dilemma – which wolf should he travel to. Of course, the lupines could not arrive together, and therefore make it easy. No, they had come to the edge of the boundary on the opposite sides of the terra. The warrior emitted a low growl – the lupines should hope, for their sake, that they were wise in manners and would wait for permission to enter the pack. Or a brutal death would befall them if Serris commanded such of him.

Inhaling deeply, Aindreas made a choice. The fae’s scent lingered closer to him than the brutes, not to mention that the brute’s scent came from the same direction that the faintest hint of Serris came from. No doubt Serris would find the brute swiftly and would rule his judgment upon the stranger. Until then, Aindreas would prevent the fae’s entrance to the terra until Serris could make it to her. The warrior would ensure that she would not lay one paw within the terra until his lord gave the sayso.

And so his haunches propelled him forward, the brute a picture perfect image of the warrior – swift, strong, stoic. His stride was long and fast, and he made it to the boundary’s edge in no time at all. He followed the boundary, not able to follow the scent of the stranger, for it had begun to rain, washing away her existing scent and weighing down the scent that the breeze brought. The occasional strong gusts whipped the pelting rain across his eyes and for a moment the brute wondered if it was his penance – perhaps he had not patrolled the boundaries enough, or perhaps Serris would be mad at him for not fulfilling more duties. But no – that would not cause the rain to whip him. This was but a storm, but Aindreas had become a bit obsessive in his duties. In Serris’ absence, patrolling had been all that he had had.

And then the fae came into vision. She was painted white, her coat matching his own. But her eyes, unlike his icy ones, were bright emeralds. The rain let up, and while the fae seemed to be almost dry, Aindreas found his own coat soaked and weighed down. Before approaching the fae, the brute shook loose the extra beads of water and then shivered, his coat still wet enough to fall into place without making him look like a puffball. His haunches launched him forward once more, and the brute approached the fae confidently and with pride for the pack he called home, but kept his tail lowered to show that he had no ranking – it would not please Serris if Aindreas gave false ideas to strangers at the boundary, perhaps one seeking a home.

She was sitting upon her haunches, carefully so that she did not cross the invisible boundary that lined the terra. Aindreas sat opposite her and his icy gaze examined her, looking for flaws. His lord was a strong one, and surely would only want to accept lupines that would be a benefit to his pack. But his brief look over of the fae yielded no flaws. She appeared to be in good physical shape, her muscles hinted at beneath her snow coat, and she did not appear to be injured. And, of course, she was sound of mind because she knew to keep out of the terra until a point in time where she was accepted. Should she be accepted.

The brute opened his mouth to speak before remembering that his vocals had been unused for as long as Serris and Kobato had been absent. And, therefore, were likely to be as rough and scratchy as when he had first arrived. Nonetheless, it was time for his vocals to sing out. He first raised his maw to the sky and called out for Serris, telling him of the presence of another stranger at the boundary. He then focused upon the fae and spoke. “What is your name and purpose for making your way to Munashii Gekko’s land?” His deep baritone was indeed gruff, and the brute glanced away from her jade eyes for just a moment before swallowing to wet his chords. When his icy gaze found hers, he spoke just a few more words of introduction, trying to at least give the appearance of having manners. “My own name is Aindreas.”
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||Aindreas|| ||No Mate|| ||Munashii Gekko|| ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||






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