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 June 13, 2013 at 02:12:00 PM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Half-asleep, Aindreas yawned, his chest expanding as he inhaled the brisk night air. The frigidness shocked his system and the white titan coughed twice, suddenly wide awake. His nares flared, his sudden consciousness hypersensitizing all of his senses. An unknown scent entered his olfactories and swirled around in there. It was slightly familiar, being a scent that Aindreas had found just outside of the border on one of his last border patrols. So, the unknown lupine had returned to the border. Aindreas’ interest was piqued. And, he had an obligation to Serris to ensure that they did not try to enter the packlands without permission. Aindreas raised his bodice onto all four paws, his pelt loosening once he shook it out. His haunches then pushed against the earth, his hind paws digging into the hardened earth, and his forward motion began. Serris had disappeared once again, and Genisys had been quiet. Aindreas had not even met Genisys’ brother, yet, and therefore didn’t know whether Serris had accepted the brujo as a member or had turned him away. The white titan had been all alone once more, only he had made sure that he did not make the same mistakes that he did the last time that his Lord and Master had disappeared. The first time Aindreas had almost obsessively paced the borders, not knowing what else to do. He had protected the packland well, but he had unwillingly left his own scent upon the border with all of his passes. This time around, he had still been doing border controls, but not nearly as much. Mostly, he had been sulking, an action that was new to him. An internal battle had been going on within the white titan – he had started to feel things that he never knew was possible, or actually exists. But Genisys had been so beautiful and so wonderful, and had captured him entire attention. But Aindreas did not want any feelings that developed to keep him from being able to serve Serris. But then his Lord and Master had told him that there were more things to do in order to be a good pack member than simply serving Serris. Aindreas had not understood it at the time, but as his feelings for Genisys developed and grew, the white titan had felt that he could be with her. However, Aindreas’ lack of experience with femmes had led him to the belief that she did not return the feelings. And so Aindreas had found himself alone. Again. Whoever was at the border was going to meet a social-deprived Aindreas. He had much reverted back to his old self, a wolf who had been living by himself for years. As his pads carried him up to the higher regions of the land, the temperature raised drastically. The white titan had always enjoyed sleeping where it was coolest – it made it easier to fall asleep. A howl that cut through the night air quickened his pace, and he finally came to the border and saw in front of him a black femme, her amber orbs gleaming even in the moonlight. His arctics slitted themselves, his icy gaze examining her. She had a scent pack tied in with her own, so why was she here, especially in the middle of the night? “State your name and your business with…” Aindreas’ voice was deep, but from being alone once more, it was rough and crackled from misuse. But that was not the reason for his failure to end the sentence. His nares were flaring, as was his memory. Within the pack scent was one that he knew. One that could not possibly actually be there. It was the scent of his old mentor, the only real father that he had ever had. Aindreas shook his head try to shake loose the idea. The long stints of loneliness were getting to his head. It couldn’t be Kalgalath. Kal had trained him and raised him but then left him. It wasn’t real. Was the fae even real? ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ OOC - he is a bit crazy right now haha |
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