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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Months had passed since she had come here, she had left before the Pack meeting had finished. The sadness weighted her down, the pain of being different was unbearable. Nothing like she had ever felt before, Everyone else here had four legs, they were complete. She was not, she only had three legs.

She was wallowing in self pity, she knew that but couldn't stop. She was scared, scared that one day she would walk off a cliff or into a lake and drown without knowing it. The only one who understood her was dead. She seemed to bring death wherever she went, not that she was proud of that.
She was walking through the woods in the dead of night, admiring the scenery. The snow seemed to glow in the light of the full moon. She had never really gotten a den in the land and now she regretted it. She thought that she was only going to stay a few days, but then those few days turned into weeks and then eventually months. Now here she was, freezing her tail off in the cold snow when she could've been in a nice warm den. She nestled in the deep snow underneath a big tree so that the only snow that would hit her would be the snow dropping from the branches above her. She tips her head back and howls, sorrow, anger and sadness fuel her howl. When she's done, she puts her head on her paws and cries silently.


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