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 December 3, 2013 at 02:24:52 PM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The silvered ess remained silent, which the brute was thankful for. In his foul, psychotic state he did not want to deal with any lip from others... Or rather he wouldn't deal with it. Just because his pelt was pure white, unstained, didn't mean that it had always been that way. As their gazes evaluated each other, he noted her orbs hue - silver encased in a rusted crimson. It was unique, perhaps as unique as his own orbs which seemed to just be shared with his family. A stunning electric, icy blue that was unnerving to so many... As Aindreas inhaled her scent, evaluating her travels silently, the ess tilted her head, as if intrigued when he seemed to recognize her. For in fact he had a refined sense of smell, and a wonderful memory that could almost be described as photographic... but with scents. Memories. All of this. It was too bad that his mind had been abused by so many... it had tilted him into a world not fully sane. And yet even with the silence between the strangers, the fae seemed to relax. Perhaps she had no bad memories in her past that caused her to wake up in a wet sweat in the dead of the night. Or perhaps she was at peace with her past transgressions. Which it was, he did not know, but he enjoyed her relaxed stance for it was one he had not seen on another in much time. Hell, he hadn't seen any other wolf in quite some time. The ones he had seen were stressed, angry, fierce. Adara, his sister, who sought to eke out a place in the world for them to try to make them a family again. Serris, The Lord who angered when Aindreas thought him forever gone. A relaxed lupine was something new to him. Some he found that he might enjoy. As the titan opened his maw and spoke, the fae perked her pinnae and nodded - so it was as he had thought. She was no stranger to the pull of Munashii Gekko. But when he asked how long it had been... She answered with a responding question. Her orbs glanced toward the earth, but then flickered to his own gaze for just a moment. Do you mean to ask; how long has it been since I first found Munashii - or how long has it been since I left only to return once more? The words were not mocking at all; rather they were curious, a desire to answer truthfully and fully. But her lack of an answer told him more than enough. She had been here more than once before, clearly having called it home at one point in time. "I see." Hers was not a face he recognized, so she perhaps was after his puphood years... or maybe he merely did not remember her. Aindreas had not been the most attentive of pups, until he had found cause to be so. Tell me - what is your name? Aindreas noted that once more her gaze was locked upon his, and instinctually his lids slitted themelves. Was she a spy? Why was she digging for personal information on his part? Did she seek to harm him or harm the pack? His lips twitched, threatening to rise, when suddenly he stilled, whatever remained of sanity taking over his body once more. He had failed in the ways of proper manners - her question was nothing more, nothing less. Muscles relaxing, he opened his maw, releasing the wisp of his name that sounded so foreign. The last time he had heard his name had been upon HER lips, before she had left him. Before everyone had left him as they always did. "Aindreas." His face lost all trace of emotion once more, showing instead just a statuesque form. "But it is not a name you would know. But perhaps my father's - Kalgalath - or his friend - King Kong - would be more likely to ring true to your memory. And what is your dubbance, Dame?" ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- icons of self-indulgence - By Miya December 3, 2013 at 04:54:46 PM
Way of the Warrior - By Aindreas December 3, 2013 at 07:04:11 PM