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 November 11, 2017 at 09:06:08 PM by Kahlan
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Henadin: I have been trying for months to regain control of her in order to make realign her, in order to force her to become social, to find the bond that will return her to who she once was. After my little discussion with Kirasasia, I had had hopes that the vixen would commit to the task at hand, that she would pour her heart and soul in the challenge of even finding my sister’s. But so far, she has fallen far short by my estimations. She has not returned to Kahlan’s den, nor bothered her at length. I should have known better than to hang my hopes upon her - she is a selfish creature of rote habit. She wants to be wanted, but only on her terms. Anytime that anything gets difficult, anytime that something does not go exactly as she had planned, she would bail. She was not willing for putting through any effort, nor for fighting anything. She was my number one plan for bringing Kahlan back to who she used to be, but now I am stuck with trying to make a Plan B, a plan C, a plan DEF… Today I finally pushed my way through, for a strange new scent crossed our nares. It is the perfume of a stranger, one outside or at the boundary. This is perfect, the perfect opportunity for it all. I can tell that she has no intention of going there to the boundary, no intention of doing her due diligence to her job in meeting this wolf. It is what is expected of her, but I think in part she wants to fail. She did not want the responsibility of a rank, and after the whole Kirastasia ordeal, I think she resents it - after all, the to share a rank, and are expected to work together. It will work nicely for me, nicely for her. Now as I open my eyes, or rather open her lids and stare through her pools, I know where I’m going. I ease into a lope, and it feels so good to be in control of these limbs again . It was so good to feel like a real wolf. I know that I am only part of her, that her mind fragmented and made me into another aspect of her… But still, this feels so real. Winter has fallen, and it is all so beautiful and yet harsh. Still, enjoy every aspect of it, and only wish that I was like this all the time. And yet it is a bittersweet thought, for that would mean that my sister would be gone permanently. And so while I have the time to enjoy it, I do. I concentrate on the way the cold snow gives way to my weight, the way it melts ever so slightly onto my pads, wetting them. I concentrate on the bite of the breeze as it manages to work its way through my hairs and to my flesh. The freshness of the air around me, made crisp by the temperature. It was all perfect, yes I know it is not mine to experience. As soon as I near the edge of the territory, I can tell that another has already met the alien. Perhaps it is better this way, it will force her to interact with one of her own pack mates. I release my grasp on her, and slowly start to fade away. This close to the boundary, she will not be able to find any excuse to not meet with the two of them. It is not much, but it is a start, that I can only hope that this will do her some good. My shades flutter over my eyes, and my weight shifts as I try to get my balance. Only a moment ago, I was heading toward my den, heading home. I had picked out for myself a new one, one that was not marred with the dangerously attractive perfume of her. The nerve of her… How dare she infiltrate the one place that is supposed to be mine, my own, and no one else’s. It does not matter that I wants shared her‘s. It does not matter that at one point she shared mine, that a few others did as well. She is no longer a part of me, nor part of my life, and I need her to stay away from me so that I can remain strong, so that I can try to find happiness on my own. And yet… Despite the fact I was heading to my new sanctuary, here I am. Apparently, on my way out of the pack lands… Or perhaps not. There’s a scent, a perfume on the breeze. One is somewhat familiar to me, but the other is not. Has my mind brought me here in order to deal with this, in order to become more involved? A scornful smile crosses my lips, and I sigh, shaking my head. But it is right, this is where I should be. I continue in that direction, and come upon two wolves-one on either side of the line. I enter soon enough to hear my apparent ‘packmate’ inquire about the other’s name and business. But does it really matter what they say? Words need not be true… I know only too well the truth of that. “Oh yes, please do tell. Share with us while you are here, why you’ve chosen on this fine winter day to make your way to this pack.” I pause-wondering for a moment whether I should give my own name, my rank. It was given to me months ago, before I had really earned anything. And yet do I really deserve still to keep it? But I have not been told otherwise… For now, I shall act as if nothing has changed, for in truth nothing has. “My name is Kahlan, I am one of the two Zeta ranked wolves in this pack. In case you were curious.” my vocals are mono tone, my expression blank. They will not be able to read anything about me, it it is best that way. Briefly, my gaze shifts to the wolves at my side, and I dip my head and greeting. |
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