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 4, 2017 at 01:46:20 AM by ANASTASIA
ANASTASIA wudubearo .x. of age .x. female .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh It was unlike the small vixen for her to communicate so effortlessly with another being. But there was something that attracted her to the darker brute that danced softly and uneasily upon his pillars as he stood opposite of her. A soft smile crossed her kissers, although there was a slight sadness to it. Her steel gaze would momentarily look past him rather than directly at him. It was a simple question that he asked; a completely harmless one. But Anastasia’s past was something that she never once discussed with another breathing creature. However, it was important for the reason she had decided to settle in Wudubearo. She would remain in this clouded trance for a few, awkward seconds. Then the petite femme would finally redirect her gray hues back to his scarred mask. “I guess I should start by saying that I am… not from this land. This is simply where I ended up,” “ she briefly paused, her small multihued crown cocking to the side as if trying to reach for the words that were not there. “ “My home was not like this. And my pack mates… they were not very fond of me. We had a very brutal reputation, - only the strongest could survive. There were standards. And I suppose that perhaps I did not meet those standards... I am smaller than them. I am smaller than most other wolves, actually.” Anastasia shook these memories gently from her cranium and instead she drew her focus once more back to her new friend. Had she spoken too much? Was she boring him? Her past was part of what brought her here, but would he care? Deciding to spare him the few remaining details, Anastasia offered a reassuring smile. Whether it was to him or to herself, she could not tell. “ “I was in hiding here for a while. But I became bored. I cannot just sit around and watch my life go by and do nothing. I wanted to be a part of something bigger... Something more. I loved being in a pack, until they turned on me… And then I heard Milo, and upon meeting her, I saw a lot of myself in her. She is small, but she is strong. She immediately earned my respect. And she offered me a home when nobody else would.” Her short pillars pushed her frame from the dirt floor and lurched her body into a low stretch. Although she did retain much of her curvaceous frame, thick muscles could be seen as they flexed beneath her thick robes. Once the small vixen completely rose, she circled closer to Lupin, deciding to break the short distance that held her so far away from him until she stood only a few inches away. Her banner swayed slowly behind her short silhouette as her maw parted to speak once more, “I am sure you are tired of hearing about me… Tell me about Abendrot,” her gray hues studied his green ones softly, “I know nothing about the pack, - what was it like there? And what made you come to Wudubearo?” her voice was hushed, careful. Anastasia felt like she was treading on a very thin line and she was terrified that he would find her questions to be much too prying. But Ana wanted so badly to know Lupin. He was the first wolf that she’d befriended in her long time at Blossom. And though they just met, she cared for him. Although her feelings for him would manifest slightly more than they would for a simple pack mate or friend. The multihued girl stood, uneasily, - this time it was her anxiety that slowly began to devour her. Lupin was the only one she’d shared her past with, even though what she had spoken was only a glimpse into her prior life. What would he think of her? And her questions, - were they too personal? Her steel hues searched his façade, seemingly searching for the answer. "speak." CORRUPTING ALL THAT I AM OOC    |
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