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 17, 2013 at 05:47:53 AM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Throughout all of his speech, the fae stood still, no longer trying to speak under the façade of searching out his name. Her lie had been a small one, but a lie nonetheless that was told upon Munashii Gekko’s border. In his report to Serris, he would be sure to mention Kalgalath’s offer of treaty, Kobato’s whereabouts, and this. Lies were one thing that Aindreas found himself unable to forget or forgive. She had however had been honest since her mishap, at least to the extent of Aindreas’ knowledge. Her black maw parted once more as she explained Kalgalath’s reasons behind sending her. He sent me here because he scented you on Kobato. I was vaguely aware of you before this night, which is why he sent me here. Everything else, I may know, but I do not know if I have permission to say. If you seek answers, you must ask my alpha yourself. I can offer you an escort to him now, or you may visit him on your own time and risk not being let in. If you come with me, you are guaranteed an entrance immediately. This is your choice, for I don’t have much time to talk, nor do I have the permission to. Quickly make your decision, because Kalgalath is waiting upon my return. So quick had been their meeting, that the white titan hardly knew what to say. He had been so angry for all of the years that had passed since Kalgalath’s departure. Angry that he had left Aindreas alone and at the inherent betrayal. Now was his first, perhaps only, chance at confrontation the mottled grey brute. Would his anger dissipate? Perhaps not. But he was sick of being angry. Would he be able to forgive Kalgalath? Well, that would depend on what the brute had to say. All that he knew was that he would spend the rest of his life regretting it if he did not go to Kalgalath now. “I will travel with you to Kalgalath the betrayer’s land. I shall expose him for the cruel lupine that he truly is.” Already, his snowy haunches had set his bodice into motion. Away from his home and his pack, and toward his past. “There is no need for you to lead the way, Magic of Aurora Borealis, for his scent, even just the traces of it that were brought upon your pelt, is as clear of a path to my nares as my pelt is to your visionaries in the moonlight.” So many thoughts and emotions were running rampart through his system, but he did not know which were prevalent. Anger. Betrayed. Irritation. Sadness. Loneliness. Nervousness. Fear. Aindreas could not remember the last time he had felt fear. But then it came to him. His adoptive mother, Casey, had led him into Munashii Gekko, and after they had been accepted into the pack, Casey had left him alone. He had been dearly afraid, for he had no food, no family, no protector. Aindreas had been a scaredy-cat pup, afraid of death, even more afraid of life. But then a mottled grey titan had walked over and loomed over him. Hello, pup, I’m Kalgalath. What’s your name? The name started to reverberate in his brain, echoing with each step. Kalgalath. Kalgalath. Kalgalath. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- Midnight's Magic - By Magic June 17, 2013 at 04:13:54 PM