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 April 9, 2013 at 08:06:02 PM by Serris
Serris inspected the creature curiously, wondering why he had not yet sensed his presence. Surely this brute was of sound mind. An eyebrow raised as he waited for some kind of response. The ebon newcomer instantly swiveled to his direction, his upper lip rising without hesitation as he faced the regal. Serris eyed him warily for the briefest of seconds before matching the brute’s gaze with his own, portals suddenly turning to steel, sentries flattening so far until they disappeared into the fur of his crown. Oh, you want to play this game? The King subconsciously readied his muscles for combat, although something itched at his brain and told him this one was no threat. And indeed he was right, for in the next second the stranger dropped his façade and nearly fell into a more submissive posture. Slowly releasing his own facial muscles, Serris also lowered to his haunches, cranium drifting slightly upward as dominance overtook his whole being. He hadn’t encountered the need for such a public of display of power in quite some time, but such threats nevertheless put him on edge, and his mind was already filled with other matters. The brute spoke soon enough, apologizing for his actions, which was quite a shock to the monarch. Such a creature as this, and here he sits, publicizing his shame for actions that were purely instinctual? Perhaps he didn’t have all his wits about him, and Serris found himself beginning to rethink his impression of the male. Would he still be a worthy soul to accept? Serris simply stared at the brujo, not giving away a glimpse of his thoughts. Was he expecting the regal to speak? Was he expecting a hug, a pat on the back, reassuring that he did nothing wrong? Serris would offer no such thing. He was wary of this brute now; impression and reality did not meet, and now the unknown lingered around as if a mist. The King simply fixed his spheres on his mirrored form and waited for something more. After quite the internal struggle, it seems, the boy finally lowered completely to the terra, failing to roll like a usual submission, but Serris could tell this was quite a stretch enough. No, it was not a submission that Serris craved from this male anymore. He wondered at the mental capacity of this brute. It was then that gruff lyrics once again hit the air, revealing a name and question. Exodus, eh? Certainly a good enough name. Seeing that this stranger had no more to say, Serris also lowered himself to the damp ground, shoulders remaining tall, features proud. He still was not quite comfortable enough to let his guard down. Drawing in a deep breath, Serris readied himself to speak to this Exodus. “Hm. Indeed. But I must ask you something before we continue. Why do you submit to me so blindly? And all others, for that matter. A brute with enough fight as you, even daring to threaten my life, but the next instant you drop to your knees and grovel. It is an understatement to say I am a bit perplexed on this matter.” He paused for a second, letting his gaze wander over the male. “I have thought that maybe my reputation plays some part in this anomaly, but I can only think, ‘What reputation?’. There are many Alphas roaming about the land. And of those monarchs, I am an especially unremarkable case. Would you like to learn a secret? I did not fight for this pack. No, I inherited it from the coward who pretended to own it before. So ready was I for battle, and yet my fangs stay dry. Would you, then, trust a leader who has not bleed for his pack? And if my reputation were as prestigious as I hear it to be, what do you make of the lack of challengers? To this day, to this very second, not one adversary dares to skirt these borders and mock my courage. Surely it is not that pack that is undesirable. And so I am left to sit in the solitary depths of my territory, wondering if others stay away out of respect or pity. And I can only hope it is the first.” He stopped once again, his voice trailing off as his muzzle turned away from the newcomer, aqua pools growing distant, glassy. “But, if it is intimidation that drops so many to their knees, then I wonder if all the world is blind. For surely this meager form can pose no serious threat to the eyes. No, that privilege was taken from me by the sleekness of my bones. What then remains? My voice? I had not spoken a word to you before you demonstrated your respect. And so I am left to spend my days with a wandering mind, not even a hint of an answer daring to appear.” A slight sigh left his kissers before returning his gaze to Exodus, the beginnings of a smirk now starting to pull at his lips. “Ah, you must excuse the ramblings of an old man. I’ve simply been in a pensive mood lately, and you seem like quite the experienced man to ask.” His spheres flashed daringly, a look of teasing almost dancing across his features. Yes, this was his test. There was no question of physical strength, and so some menial task would be pointless. Let them, then, engage in a different manner. Serris let his banner flick along the earth, a sign that he had concluded and now waited for a response. Would this boy pass his exam? Choose A, B, or C then, valiant warrior! There is no room to fail, the cost much too great.  |
Replies:
- death is another adventure - By Exodus April 10, 2013 at 03:04:55 AM
[monologue] for a sleepless night - By Serris April 14, 2013 at 00:35:12 AM
death is only the beginning - By Exodus April 14, 2013 at 02:38:39 AM
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