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 22, 2018 at 02:20:14 PM by Kahlan
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It is not that I am a bad mother, per se, I just simply am not a good mother. I know this, especially considering I myself had such a wonderful mother growing up. I know that I lack in comparison to her… But at least I am not as bad as Channing was with my brother‘s pups. Even so…How often have I left my pups in order to go out and get some space, have some alone time? I do always leave them a decent meal so that they would have something to eat, and trust that I have taught them well enough so that they know not to leave the pack… But perhaps this time, perhaps this time had been different. Or one of the times previously? How would I know if they had listened to me? More importantly did this female know my son? Had Kenryk gone exploring outside of the boundaries during one of my times of absence, had he gotten tangled up with this sea urchin? It was a terrifying thought, and to be honest I am too frightened for my pups’ sake at this point to even take note of the fact that my emotions were crawling in, their claws dragging trenches in my ironclad defenses. For weeks now, I have been wishing that I could turn the switch again, flip back on my humanity, if only to be a better mother to my twin boys. Apparently, all I needed in order to do that was the threat of danger to them… But that fact would be lost on me for weeks, perhaps even months more, a detail that would be glazed over when I look back on this day, at least for now. All I know at this point was that I felt immense relief when finally, the stranger fled, but not until after they wailed and whined, whimpered and cried like a newborn suckling pup who had been denied a milk meal. Not until after she had mumbled some in coherent garbled jargon, yet again about her transition, about how everything it changed. I really do not care what has changed with her, all I cared about was getting this crazy bitch as far away from my pups and as far away from my pack as I could. And when the female fled at last? I stayed there, remained at the border, for minutes, perhaps an hour or more, making sure that she did not try to cross again without permission - I ran up and down that section, looking for the female‘s scent or trail or anything, really running myself ragged until I was out of breath and my muscles were sore, built up with lactic acid, but I was content in the fact that there was no way that the female could have possible crossed, no way that she could have invaded the pack. I had done her job and done it well, perhaps for the first time since my appointment. I had run off the stray, and now it was time to return home, if there was a home for me to return to, that is. I was terrified of the thought that my pups may no longer be in my den now. Would I be a childless mother once again? First with my miscarriage all those years ago in Saw Tooth because of Kavik, and now this litter as well? I stumble toward my den - I had not been merely running the boundary, I had been galloping along it, putting all of my energy into it so that I could make sure that I covered the distance that the other fae may have, and now I was utterly exhausted, but I needed to get home. I would not be able to rest until I knew one way or the other if Kenryk and Kaukab were okay. Weary legs failed to pick up my paws as much as they should have, and so I tripped over small things I otherwise would not have - roots, rocks, uneven ground. But it was all done without a whimper, without a single complaint. From when I first left to when I returned, the sun had come up over my head and run back down along the spine of the sky, and still darkness ruled… I know that I am closer to my den, but now it is trepidation that fills me - do I even want to arrive there? I have always said, at least in the recent months, that I want to have no responsibility, and yet now I had the largest responsibility of all - being the sole provider for two pups. I could just leave… I know that someone would take them in here, this pack is made up of merry kind wolves. But now - I do not actually wish to abandon my pups, I only fear returning to the den, I fear arriving and finding them gone, or perhaps dead, their body slashed open the way so many of my pack mates had been when the rabid wolf had been let loose. I am still a mile or so away, perhaps a little more, but I hear screaming, my son calling for me - it is Kaukab, and though I cannot make out his words, I still feel the need to run to him. It was then that I get my second wind, the second rush of adrenaline pushing through me. I know that I will pay for this later, so it will be worth it, won’t it? If my pups are alive and well, a little bit of exhaustion would be nothing in the grand scheme of things. And so I push myself past my breaking point, and I somehow find the strength to run once more, run toward my den, my pups, my family. And there he is, coming to greet me, my darling little boy. I can finally make out his words, but he is saying that it is him, that he changed back. Confusion hits me but my forward momentum does not stop, and instead I nearly barrel into him, swipe a paw around him and pulled him tightly to my body, my tongue coursing over him in long streaks, covering him with my scent so that should he ever get lost, someone will know that he belongs this pack, and that he belongs to me. I shush him and keep him silent with my grooming, but finally what he said hits me – hard. “Kaukab… what… what do you mean that you have changed back?” |
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