<sup><font color=#009933>THE NATURE OF WAR</font></sup>

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 19, 2018 at 08:13:21 PM by ^{Hondo Obataiye}

How had it all gone so wrong? The last time that he had felt truly comfortable had been while he was still within his mother. Her warm fluids had been soft relaxing waves that swirled around him, her body�s motion often naturally lulling him to sleep like a rocking chair. And he had found comfort in the presence of his siblings at either end of him. But past that, the terror had come. At first, the walls had closed in around him, pressing on him, urging him to leave the only life he had ever known. But then, as if it could not get any worse, the walls grew tighter and tighter, and finally expelled him. Within that brief moment, the relaxing waves of fluid dissipated as his sack burst, and he felt a brief discomfort at his umbilicus as the cord snapped. Even there, for a moment, Hondo had thought he would be OK� But then the nutrients that were previously supplied to him became diminished and he was urged to breathe. To breathe! It was something he had never done before, and as he coughed up the fluid in his lungs, he realized that the remnants of the sack was still over his face. He coughed and wriggled helplessly against the earth. Fear struck his heart, and for what seemed like forever, he struggled against it� Until he felt a warm but rough tongue brush over him, cleaning him and pulling the remnants of the amniotic sac from his face. Oxygen rushed into his tiny lungs, and he screamed for his mother. He could feel teeth grasping his scruff and pushing him towards her teats. At this point in his life, he was driven by pure instinct, and he suckled at her breast before falling into a deep sleep. But that happened then� Now? He awoke to find his mother gone-or at least she was not near him. And the scent that he had quickly come to associate with her was gone too. But then there was another perfume, one he did not know, but soon after he picked up on it, his scruff was being tugged at again. He could feel himself being pulled away from his siblings, and he screamed for more milk. He had just fed a few hours ago, but he was hungry again. Where was the food? But the motion of being carried put him to sleep quickly, much as his mother�s motions once had. He barely stirred when he was placed upon the earth in a den. He would never know it was den, not until he was older and could actually see his surroundings. All he knew for now, was that bit by bit, he and his siblings were reunited. They formed a pig pile atop one another, and then they fell asleep again together. Hondo did not stir nor wake at all when their father joined them� he was too deep within his pleasant dreams of milk and waves and comfort and silence to notice the difference. And so, the second smell that he had picked up upon would eventually be associated with his father - the only wolf who would remain a constant in their lives.

But the most pressing matter would be when he woke in the morning - his stomach would be empty, and he would be weak from the depravity of food. Hondo Obataiye would have no way of knowing that the wondrous angel who had carried him and bore him had abandoned him and would not return. Without her, there was no milk. Would he live? Or would the earth reclaim him�

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[Justice]im just a puzzle missing a few pieces - By Kahlan February 2, 2018 at 06:51:55 PM

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