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 January 11, 2016 at 06:21:56 PM by Ameira
A M E I R A
Though there had been quite a few vargs who had presented themselves at her border, Horizon had been the only one that she had officially accepted as of yet, and so she had decided that the best course of action would be to call to order a pack meeting, one that would call together four very different groups of wolves, each with their own sets of benefits and deficits. The first would be any vargs that still remained within the borders of Munashii Gekko that had been accepted by Serris, the previous ruler. These would know the lay of the land and at the very least be loyal to the packland… but they may not be aware of or appreciate a new ruler at their head. The second group of wolves would include the ones that Ameira had accepted – thus far, only being two – Horizon and Mink. She had known the laddie before she had come to power or before she had taken the crown upon her cranium, and therefore trusted him. The lassie still had much to learn of him and he of her, but he would help her and be her guide when it came to the ways of these lands in comparison to those of her old clan. The obvious problem with him was that, of course, he knew somewhat of her previous life. Should he ever commit treason and forego his oath to be loyal to her, he could find her clan and tell them of her location. But trust – such a new concept to Ameira – trust had to come to her, no matter the risks involved. She did not know much of Mink in contrast, but the lassie had spoken of her skills of healing, a valuable asset for any pack. The third set of wolves were the ones she had greeted but had yet to accept – the siblings that seemed to have a dark past. As long as their past did not come to haunt her, or their baggage become her own, they would be fine, and most likely be valuable warriors for her small army. Finally, there was the fourth group – the unknowns. Would any Putnar at her borders hear her call and respond, looking for a place to call home, a place to belong? These were truly the most dangerous to her, as she would have had no prior contact with them and would know nothing of their personality or traits. In a split second, should they respond, she would have to judge them to either be worth – and be allowed to stay within the boundary as a member – or leave – and become an enemy of the state. In truth, Ameira had no intentions of turning any away. She meant for this pack to be a home for all strays, all outsiders, all wolves who were considered odd or different. The pack would end up being a collection of mismatched parts that would – hopefully – would together as a single cohesive unit, their loyalty to Ameira providing the glue. That was her hope… but such an eclectic group could no doubt end in ruin should anything go wrong. The snow painted fae, her pelt as white as a freshly bloomed lily, trotted toward the interior of the pack, all of this and more upon her mind. Her own past held enough memories to weigh her down, but instead she used them to form the courage she would need to run this pack. Her lilacs swept across the grounds in front of her that looked more like a graveyard than a home. While most of Blossom Forest held true to its namesake – covered in dense thickets of trees – Munashii Gekko seemed to be a dead land. There were trees, true, but mostly they were dead pieces of wood, stumps, thickets – stripped of any signs of life. None of them had any leaves, but rather were skeletons. Ameira was new to these lands and had not seen them in any season save winter, and could only hope that Spring would breathe new life into the pack. That grass would grow, the trees would leaf, the plants would fruit and the land would become fertile. Or was it, instead, that when Serris had abandoned the pack, he had stolen its very heart and will to live? When she came to the center of the pack, there was no clearing, nor rock for her stand upon. There was nothing to signal that this place would be the meeting place for the lands… and so her feet led her forward, moving further into the pack until she noticed an incline in the land. Moving up it, she came to rest upon top of a knoll. It was surrounded by thorned thickets, and though not tall, was clear of the treeline and any other shrubbery. This would be her throne, a place where all would stand on equal ground and the concerns of the few would be heard by all. Tilting back her cranium, she let loose a howl. It seemed to be an infraction, to disturb the silence, but still she pushed her vocals further, letting it carry throughout the entirety of the pack and past it, extending past her borders. When at last her voice failed, it seemed abrupt. But Ameira had grown accustomed to the silence of the lands, and comfortably lowered her haunches to the earth, curious to see who, if any, would respond. |
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Replies:
- can you save my bastard s o u l - By Horizon January 11, 2016 at 11:01:21 PM
THE CALM THE STORM - By STORM January 15, 2016 at 02:47:57 AM
I AM NOT THE MONSTER - By FRIO January 15, 2016 at 10:34:18 PM
A Lily No Longer - By Ameira January 17, 2016 at 01:19:37 AM
can you save my bastard s o u l - By Horizon January 17, 2016 at 04:02:01 AM
d a r k and d e e p - By Mink January 18, 2016 at 04:08:05 AM
I AM NOT THE MONSTER - By FRIO January 22, 2016 at 09:18:53 PM
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