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 15, 2013 at 10:52:44 PM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Yes, I am sure Kalgalath understands that he may need to come back when Serris returns. The fae’s first mention of her Alpha’s name slipped past Aindreas’ notice, for he was still under the impression that his continued loneliness and solitude was causing him to go a little mad in the head. His icy gaze watched as the fae shivered, and Aindreas felt his own pelt beginning to quiver due to the chilling night breeze. He wished dearly to travel back to his den which, with any luck, would still hold some of the heat which had accompanied his pleasant slumber. The fae glanced up at the stars, but returned her gaze to his attention when he spoke. Yes, that was me. I apologize if my being here has caused your pack with disfortune. I will be extra careful next time if I want to come back with more information. By the way, Kobato is gone now, headed for somewhere else. She was only in Aurora for a short time. Aindreas nodded and then coughed, clearing his throat so that he may speak again. His speech had gone without stutters thus far, and the brute was impressed with himself. “It caused no such disfortune, Magic, merely interest about who had left a scent at the border but had then left. I apologize that there was no one to great you during your previous attempt… we have not been the most active of packs… As for Kobato, your information does not surprise me. She was never much of a ‘pack’ lupine. She merely was here to help…” He had turned to leave, but then the string of words had left her maw that had set him off. Throughout his entire rampaging monologue, the fae did not move or flinch, and responded in an even tone after a few moments of hushed silence. You are Aindreas. The white wolf that Kal raised to be loyal when he was in Munashii Gekko. I am going to tell you now, Aindreas, Kalgalath clearly raised you to find the depth in a wolf’s words. I do not know anything else that is my business to share with you. Aindreas stood just as stock still as Magic was, his hackles raised and a look of angry betrayal in his icy gaze. His icy gaze that was identical to Kal’s own arctics. How Aindreas hated his eyes, for they so reminded him of the bitter departure of Kalgalath. Aindreas had been but a teen, and so though he had held dearly onto Kalgalath’s lessons of loyalty, he had also held onto the idea that anyone that he allowed to get close to him would leave him. Like his mother. His father, who he never knew. His foster mother. Kalgalath. Kobato, the fae who had been so overwhelmingly joyful. And now even Serris, with his prolonged absences, and Genisys with her sudden disappearance. But Aindreas was tired of being angry and bitter and alone, and Kalgalath was now searching for him. He had sent this fae to search Aindreas out. Was it guilt? Or could it be possible that the mottled grey titan actually cared for him? “So he sent you here… to search me out. To what end? What is it that he wants from me? To ease his own guilty mind? To beg my forgiveness? Did he give you an explanation for why he left me all those years ago?” His vocals had quieted down, almost to a whisper, a small trace of a whimper in his words. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- Midnight's Magic - By Magic June 17, 2013 at 03:02:23 AM
The Way of the Warrior - By Aindreas June 17, 2013 at 05:47:53 AM
Midnight's Magic - By Magic June 17, 2013 at 04:13:54 PM