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 June 30, 2017 at 05:10:41 PM by Kahlan
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How could I not notice Kirastasia, when the jewel that she was stood so close to me? Memories came flooding back... too many. It had been Kirastasia that I had spent my transitional interim between being Saw Tooth's Beta and reluctant leader in the absence of an Alpha and whatever I was now... whatever that was. Kirastasia was from the Before and I could not allow... no. would not allow my emotions to seed back in, their claws even now climbing up my spine and piercing all of the painful spots of memories. So much have I forced out of my mind behind a locked door, but Kirastasia's mere presence had cracked open the safe and released a flood. It was not to say that I had ever loved Kirastasia as more than a friend... but I would have eventually if I had ever allowed myself to feel again. Kirastasia had been my obsession, my comfort blanket at night for when I reached for Kenshin's protective embrace but found no one there. For when nightmares of bright, erupting skies thundered overhead and the ground trembled, where the heat was overbearing and I had had to leave home. Kirastasia had served a purpose... and when I had begun to grow to close to her - when I had started to feel again I had left. I turn my facade away from Milo and the others now to hide the grimace that ripples across my face in waves. More and more memories come now, hot and fast against my flesh and I feel the heat of those nightmares now. I feel the embarrassment and guilt of failure for having to save a few tortured souls from their fatal wounds. I feel the acute pain of sorrow that I had felt when Moth and Henadin and Daenerys had died. When my sister-in-law had left me, when Cai had left too. the pressure builds in my chest and no I am gasping for breath, hungry for air but the panic rises, the responsibility for the remnants of my pack mates heavy upon my heart and I can't... I can't... I can't... "Breathe." I barely am able to stutter out the word but it does the trick. I gasp sharply, once, just once, but all is right again. The safe is firmly shut again, the bars spun and the combination locked and forgotten again. The emotions that I have lived without for so many months now did enough damage in the few brief moments of their short-lived life and I have no desire to allow them to return. Once more my logic is firmly in charge and I turn back toward the others, my eyes landing upon Milo briefly. I tilt my head and recall to memory the words she had spoken during my... little episode... as if replaying a tape where I merely had to rewind. I hear Henadin's voice in my mind, telling me to open the safe again, to feel again, to allow someone in like I had convinced him to allow Channing into his heart. I have to bite a snarl back for as I calmly try to remind myself - Henadin is dead. There is no one there but my Before self wanting to rule over me. I will not be tricked or destroyed by any such thing. "I did not leave out my name by mistake, Milo. I believe a name hold's a certain power and responsibility and should you have chosen not to grant me access and permission to stay I would have left without another word, keeping my name safely within me. But now it seems I must share with you that it is Kahlan." I pause and muddle over it in my brain - I had just spewed information about the power of names and I know very well the power of Kira's name. But I will not hold sway over me. "If I had left, you could have learned it from Kirastasia at any rate." I do not flinch as I peer at her, flickering my gaze for a brief moment over her pelt, her form, all of which I know too well. I pause at Kira's dialogue and only speak when she is done. "I will aid in what you ask. But I will not heal anyone." |
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- ;;{we can't all be cheerful};; - By Milo July 3, 2017 at 06:00:17 PM