Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.
Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.
Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:
"Do you have what it takes?"
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Posted on June 23, 2011 at 01:08:45 PM by S a t o w r a
Satowra loped easily though the bright, glorious day. Each ray of sunlight played about her ebon cloak, making it gleam brilliantly in contrast with the green around her. She revelled in the feel of grass beneath her paws, excitement pricking at her belly with the swiftness that Bright Moon was healing. Already vast vestiges of the territory glittered with flowers and plants, bubbling and brimful of life. The suffocating livery of soot was slowly releasing its hold on the territory and Satowra barely recognized it from the dying expanse of scrubland it had been when she seized it. Everywhere she cast her muzzle; the aromatic odours of many wolves filled her nostrils so that she barely suppressed an excited little yip. It was a far cry from the solitude she had grown used to since her abandonment, a great leap away from when she had succumbed to madness. Now she strode boldly and blatantly across the landscape, full of a newly discovered zest for life that refused to be quenched, no matter how many challenges she received or how many troublemakers overstepped her unwritten boundaries. As she ran the surrounding terra blurred into a perfumed wonderland of colourful smudges so that she had to fight against the urge to stop and explore every unmapped inch of it. It swirled in the corner of her vision like one of Van Gogh’s paintings, great gobbets of indigo and violet, or cerulean, emerald, cerise and tawny ochre. The peppermint breeze carried to the delighted fea every tiny whisper of breath proclaiming the life of Bright Moon. There was definitely nothing Satowra enjoyed more than a good long run through her beloved packlands. Her muscles rippled in supple communion with the rest of her as each rigid sinew expanded and contracted at every step. Her breath exploded with each thud of her paws on the earth and her tail spun wildly behind her like a rudder. Rapidly her lithe frame dodged anything that got in her way. Sometimes, she even chose to leap across said obstacle, never checking her pace before gathering her legs tautly beneath her and exploding upwards like a spring, her body swinging overhead in a great arc before she alighted once more on solid ground. It was after she had just executed one of these spectacular leaps that her nose heralded the close proximity of another wolf. She came to a dead halt in the mid-stride, one paw held firmly in the limbo between earth and sky while she sifted each strand of information through her instinctive animal brain. Only after a good deal of poring did she realize the familiarity of the bouquet. It belonged to a young wolf she had met on the border a few days prior to her little headlong dash through the region. Her curiosity piqued, she angled her body and headed in the direction of the scent at a stately jog, hardly wishing to appear in front of one of her warriors all haphazardly after a breathless run. It wasn’t long before the scented path led her to the female. The girl looked poised to run, her mousey pelt contrasting brightly with the blackness of that particular stretch of terra. Satowra slowed her jog to a walk and, once she was certain she had caught her breath, she called out, “Greetings, it is good to see you again, Makko! Forgive my intrusion, you look like you’re about to race away into the afternoon, but I should like to join you if you’ll have my company. I could do with a touch of your enthusiasm,” here she dropped a slow wink, perfectly aware that she had already run several kilometres for no reason at all. Also, that proclamation would be drying with the sweat on her coat, though not soon enough for it to escape the female’s notice. She had felt a strong like for the bruja when she had made her acquaintance on the border, sensing her will to learn and her fierce and dogged determination. It was also great to see the younger generation taking an interest in the growth of a newborn pack. Still smiling, Satowra approached the younger femme with a dignified air, though her breathing was still slightly haggard. The soot crunched under her paws and she had to fight a playful grin at the explosion of sound. She may hide it, but Satowra was still a youngster who divulged good fun from the simpler elements in life. OOC: Your posts are already very good. Still, you could try increasing them in length. I have done a long post, to give you more to write about. If you can maintain an average length of about to medium-sized paragraphs it will be to your advantage. If you're struggling to find something, you can start nattering on about the landscape, your wolf's emotions and give more in-depth descriptions of her looks. Also, what I do is I write my posts in Word and than I copy/paste. this is so that I can do a spell check and my spelling errors will be few. Also, when you left click on a word in Word, you are given the option of looking for synonyms. This often comes in handy when you want to use words that are less common than 'big' or 'small'. I see through the eye of the storm;
{ Satowra | Alpha of Bright moon | ebony with a white face and a white, lightning-jagged mark on her flank | female | four years of age | lover of none}  |
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- Re(1): Post Coming - By Makko June 23, 2011 at 01:38:53 PM
Hows this? - By Makko June 23, 2011 at 05:23:18 PM
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