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 October 7, 2013 at 07:15:30 PM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ He was a ghost once more moving through a ghost land. All was quiet and dead, as it had been. For days. Weeks. Months.. not a year though. It had not been that long, surely? Time had become irrelevant. Serris had left on one of his trips, and this time simply had not returned. Aindreas had busied himself with the drama of his family, finding out that the King of Aurora Borealis was his father, and that his brother, sister, and mother were in the area. It had come as quite a shock. His two siblings had since offered to join Munashii Gekko so that they could get closer, but their trip had taken a detour in which he had found out that Genisys loved him… and he had confessed his love to her. But she had disappeared as well, effectively shattering his heart. Was it his fate to be left by everyone? The white titan had delved into training, taking out his rage and his guilt and his loneliness on whatever he came upon, his walls raising once more. He had began to stalk prey just to practice silence and motion. And then he would tear them apart, but leave their lifesource – their jugular – intact so as to relish in their squirming and squeamish fight for life. His meals were eaten while the poor prey was still alive, until he took mercy upon them and ripped out their hearts. His white pelt had since been stained red, covered in the blood of his meals. Hunting became more difficult, as the rich scent of blood often alerted his prey, but that only made him quicker and more cunning. His already lean form lost what fat there had been until he was just muscle. Each day he stretched, to prevent injury, and then he would hunt. Instead of taking down large prey, he hunted out the smaller meals, so that he would have to hunt each day. It was more energy, but it was all that he had to do with his days. His lord was gone. His mother had disappeared once more. The only love he had ever known was gone. His sister was coming soon though, he knew. She would soften him once more surely, but until then this was the only thing keeping him from going completely insane. The bloody game of life. He could have gone to Kalgalath. A pang of guilt wrecked through his system, shocking the titan with the sudden surge of emotion – for softer emotions were so rare to him now. Again. All he felt now was raw, red, raging anger. Betrayal seemed to be his constant companion in life… his father would have taken him in now, but he could not bring himself to live under Kalgalath’s rule. He wanted to meet his new sister, even if she was adopted… but there would be time for that. For now, a different task was at hand. Should he wait much longer, the darkness would consume him, and his coat would never shed its red blanket. He slipped out of the terra quickly, finding his way to the stream that he knew lay just outside of it. The one that Kobato had used to evade his tracking. Lungs expanded as a deep breath rushed into his system while long limbs brought him into the ice cold stream. Winter was coming. Already some small plates of ice drifted down atop the water, but as soon as the brute entered the river turned red with the blood in his pelt. Aindreas made no noise, but cleaned himself quickly of the coat. He would remain prideful of his pack, and would present himself properly. As soon as his white coat was once more visible, he slipped out of the water and immediately pushed against the earth, his haunches powering him toward the center of the terra, a howl ripping out of his maw, commanding, demanding. It was a call to any within the terra, any near the terra. Even if it was just him, there still laid life within Munashii Gekko’s boundaries, and he would ensure that it would not die. This was a scoff at the darkness threatening to swallow the terra whole. It was a call for a leader. For life. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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