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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Soon an ebony male approaches, giving me an odd look for a moment. Wary confusion shows in my eyes, my face still carefully put together. Then his harsh tone hits me and my ears flatten. A growl starts in my chest and I catch myself before the older brute can hear it, chocking it back down my throat. I know to him I probably look like a child, but I still don't appreciate being talked down to, and in such a cruel manner, at that. So many snarky responses sit on the tip of my tongue. But I fight them back, choosing my words carefully before parting my snow dipped maw.

Before a single syllable can rub free from my vocal chords, another scent reaches my nostrils, his deep voice touching my towers. There's something dark about it, as if a shadow were speaking to me, and I find myself surprised. And something else too, mesmerized. This great, dark varg pulls me in with his cerulean gaze. He is so unlike Jack Frost in every way, the total opposite. When he addresses me, I can't stop the sarcastic grin that slips onto my kissers. Just hand me my crown. The words end with a light chuckle. All I'm looking for is acceptance. My name is Eris, by the way, sir. It was obvious I was only addressing the ebony boy. I knew who he was, it was very clear. During my short time here with the alpha, I had adopted a submissive pose, quite reluctantly actually. I wasn't used to submitting to authority. Quite the contrary, I was used to defying it.

But that wouldn't look good to Serris, now would it?

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