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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The devil cloaked in a fox like clothing watched as the King inspected her. She felt his eyes on her and she loved it. She loved being stared at be it someone checking her out or in this situation a man looking to see if she has potential. She couldn't wait to make havoc through out the forests. Her inner demon was always showing. She felt the paw of the King go down on her throat, she swallowed her saliva. “To disregard respect is to disregard your very nature. To say your ‘people’ did not value it is to say your ‘people’ are nothing more than a pack of delusional dogs, inbred one too many times.” Her eyes stared up at him.

“You want fear and cruelty? Look somewhere else. I operate by less barbaric standards.” He applied more pressure to her throat and main blood transporter. She grit her teeth as a silent intake on breath escaped. When he released and went back to the other side of the border, Satanica rose to her feet. She kept her head low. “And to think I was going to let you enter my territory, no strings attached. But after that little show, I’ll need some more proof of your respect for me.” Still no fear had been in her body. It just wasn't possible for her to fear anymore. She kept her turquoise pools on the King. "And how do you wish to have me prove my worth?" She asked, her voice shaky as her throat regained air.

”My name’s what you prefer.”
:: Satanica :: Adult :: Demoness :: Mate :: Heirs :: Pack :: -Cris'Girl- ::



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