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 July 21, 2013 at 07:20:25 AM by MIYA.
_______________________________________ He was something else; Noche, that was. He was a bit younger than her, but his wisdom and maturity were apparent- and yet he was so playful and teasing. He was a paradox to Miya, but a paradox she enjoyed nonetheless. He had rocked back on his heels when she had pushed him gently, an amused light shining through her irises. And when he rocked forward, the barest of touches graced her nose, and she screwed up her facial features at him in mock disgust. But soon it was fading as he was then reaching forward to bury his nose in the fur of her neck, making her do the opposite of what she normally would have. Instead of tensing up, she's relaxing at the touch, and subtly leaning against the pressure. His words that were murmured against her send gentle vibrations throughout her fourm, a pleasant thing she had not experienced often throughout her life. His usage of the term 'my queen' was all the more amusing to the silver phantom, causing a soft chuckle to whisp past her parted lips. The way he crept forward after she had joined him close to the earth had her momentarily holding her breath. They did not come into contact again, but she closed the distance to bump their noses ever so slightly together. And then, in the blink of an eye, he's launching himself at her. Perhaps it had been her wink that had done it. It did not hurt when he knocked her over, nor when he held her down. In fact, it was rather pleasant and Miya is smiling up at him from beneath, before wiggling in play against him. What it felt to be young again, young and playful and free. His nose is pressed against her fur again, and she's reaching back up to return the favour, burying her own muzzle deep within the scruff of his neck. He smelled earthy, masculine, and wonderful. For just a moment, she allowed herself to swamp her senses with his scent, enjoying the way her mind drifted with it and her body seemed to melt against his. And then he was pulling away, and she was right there with him, following his lead only to sit with only about six inches between them. He wouldn't be gaining his personal space back after that; not after his little trick. She's tilting her head ever so slightly to the left as she watches his handsome grin spread across his handsome features. He's laughing at her, she knows, for his eyes tell her all she needs to know. And his voice echos his amusement when he repeats her words. The usual. Arching a suggestive brow at him, she speaks then, her own voice teasing to his ears. "If only it had entailed my handsome knight before me." It was her turn to wiggle her brows at him, before raising her right paw to shove it against his chest. It wasn't enough to knock him over, as it was a simply play swat. Noche really did bring out the child in her, making her simply want to tackle him and pin him down. But something in his expression halted her. He seemed.. content in that moment, not something she wished to disrupt. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Half of Miya's mind went one way, and the other half went the other. There was a michevious glint to her bright gaze then, but she soon buried it as he continued speaking, answering her questions. He offered her more information than she had initially expected, and her ears are perking forward with more than a little interest as she takes in each word with an open mind. So he was not from Blossom, but from somewhere else. Like her. And like her, his home had been destroyed. Not by the same thing, mind you, but destroyed nonetheless. Before she can stop herself, the words are slipping out. "Are they still alive? Your family?" She could not take them back, and it was not like her to apologize for herself. But she does glance down out of modesty- she did not mean to breech a subject so precious as it seemed to him. When she turned her silver gaze back on him, Noche is gazing at her with wide, anxiety ridden eyes, before he almost seems to murmur his next words. There's a hidden tremor in his voice, and Miya is reaching out to him, to slide her muzzle along his in a sign of comfort. She pauses as she considers his words. Your turn. Her turn indeed. But what did she dare tell him of? Her birth pack, her surrogate mother? Decisions, decisions. Taking a deep breath to steel hersef and a last glance away to compose herself- her gaze returns to his own as the words slip forth, words never before spoken to another. "I come from a land far to the West. I do not know who my Mother was, or who my Father was. I do not know of their status, of their faces, of the colours of their pelts or eyes. What I do know, is that they all died save for my Mother. She stayed alive long enough to bring me into this world, along side my dead brothers and sisters. She stayed alive long enough to give me some sort of chance. I was only hours old when a scavenging she-wolf was drawn to the packland by the stench of death. She found me, but instead of eating me as well, she took me in. Trained me. Raised me. There is darkness in the light, Noche." Just like that, her speech is cut off. She had already said too much, more than she had ever to any other soul- including that surrogate Mother of hers. She had never even spoken the words alive to herself- perhaps if she never had, her demons would one day vanish. But they were more real than ever. Wide, silver eyes refocus on the wolf in front of them, as they had glazed over with shattered and broken memories that ran through her mind.  |
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- [ I HAVE PLANS, BIG PLANS ] - By [ Serris ] July 21, 2013 at 08:46:08 AM
i can pretend - By Ala Noche August 8, 2013 at 08:22:52 AM
SHAKE THE AIR. - By MIYA. August 17, 2013 at 08:34:59 AM
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