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 February 27, 2018 at 03:46:04 PM by Kahlan
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For the most part, I had spent the tail end of spring and all of summer thus far enjoying my pups. Their antics have helped distract me from Kirastasia’s twisted hold on me. But otherwise, the pack has been quiet and I have not seen Kirastasia much at all, and I have not even seen the Alphess once. I know that Milo wishes to call me her friend, but in my mind, really, my only friend right now Kershov. He was the only one who knew of my dark past, the only one who had not left me when the entire world had decided to go to absolute fucking shit. It wasn’t that I thought that Milo wasn’t a good wolf, or good leader, but I am cautious to open up to her. I have done it far too often and far too easily in the past only to be rewarded with pain and betrayal and loneliness. And so, on the far opposite end of the spectrum, here I am living my life… Not entirely enjoying it now either. At least I can claim that I am not alone anymore, nor plagued with loneliness. But I want to feel something more, I want to feel something for my offspring. I can’t help but be amused by them, but where is the love? I have gotten so good at shutting everything out and being essentially a pessimist, but I find no happiness. I wish to be lackadaisical, and I have become almost lazy. I wanted to be stoic, thinking it would make me stronger, but at least back then I had the backing of a pack, of friends, a family. Now I hold the responsibility of a family upon my shoulders when I want no responsibility. But I also have no happiness, when that is all that I ever wanted. Everything is so backwards, so turned around, and I can’t help but wonder where it all went wrong. Initially, I thought that this would fix everything, by shutting it all out. Fake happiness until I made it… Only, I’m not faking it anymore. I can’t even. I feel this weight, this deep dark abysmal piece of shit sitting where my heart should be, and every choice I make only sends it deeper into the ditch. I just want to clock my way out, but I don’t even know where to start. My words have hurt so many that I care about, and I’ve become proud - something I never was in the past - and I am too proud to say that I’m sorry. Too proud to apologize. And so I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I can’t help but fear the day when it all explodes. When my mind can’t deal with everything I’ve put it through anymore and it shits the bed on me. Already, I find myself in fugue states from time to time, losing exactly that hope in time. But perhaps as summer fades into fall, I can mimic that of the seasons, and turn over a new leaf, so I say. And that is why it’s important to me to be one of the first to arrive when Milo calls out. It has been so long since I have talked to her but I almost don’t recognize her vocals. But slowly, my mind registers that the soprano is hers, and I take a deep breath in and hold it for a second before rising to my paws. Gently, I nudge each of my sons awake and smile at them. I can only hope that I am convincing in my act of loving them. “Kenryk, Kaukab, it’s time to go. You are finally going to meet some of the other wolves of this pack, and the Alphess who leads them.” They are too big for me to carry both of them at once now, not because of weight, but simply sheer awkwardness. And so, instead, I leave them both to truck behind me as I set out at a fast paced walk. Each few steps, I look from side to side, making sure that they are still able to keep up with me, and I’m glad when they are. It is perhaps an hour or so until we reach her, but when we do, I slow and push my pups in front of me. “Milo, while you were gone, a few letters were born. Mine is one of them - these are my two sons, Kenryk and Kaukab, both the get of Kershov of Uyaraut.” My voices quiet, lacking emotion, lacking passion. The words are mirror facts, and I expressed none of my interest as to where she has been, nor as to why she has been gone so long. I only assume she will give us answers in time. |
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