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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Not a single clue in the world did any of her siblings have. When they turned a year old they were pitted against one another in a brutal fight to the death that lasted days. It was down to her and her oldest brother, his body partially mangled. She remembered that night like it was yesterday. The night that fate was on her side, the night that lightning had struck from the heavens to bring forth the champion. Her dead charred brother laid on the cold floor as the sky cried, putting out the flames around him. She had not made a single move on any of her siblings, causing her reputation as the demon of fire.

Their way of life in that pack was...dark to say the least. She was an outcast from their society and grew tired of it. No one would talk to her and she hated not being able to have any fun on the kills. Yes, they slaughtered packs for a living and feasted on the blood, having no interest in the meat. Wolf meat was sacred to them, something that should never be tampered with. But she needed to get out, she needed to see what havoc she could make on her own. Make her siblings proud.

The ebony long legged demoness made her way to the borders of a packs keeping grounds. Her skinny frame was topped off with the blood red pelt and fox like features. Her white tipped tail stuck out in the dark of the night, her turquoise orbits searched for any source of life. She sat on her rump, not a single life in sight. The maned wolfess threw her head back in a long song as she summoned the pack, requesting into the pack. After he song finished, the lovely lady laid down and rested he head on her front legs. Her eyes and paws still well alert.

:: Satanica :: Adult :: Demoness :: Mate :: Heirs :: Pack :: -Cris'Girl- ::



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