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 05:44:09 PM by Omni Cader
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Never had his nose betrayed him as it did now; the cruelty of it, it could make him scream. But there were no vocals left with which to shape the essence of his feelings, at least, he wouldn't know of their existence. It had been so long...so damn long since any word had been uttered from his lips, it seemed wrong for them to turn feral at the very point he needed them to be professional. Professional. Bah, he spit on the word! There was no profession in a solitary life, if Omni had ever had one it seemed to be his job to pour his love into those close to them, and then cast them away like so many fish out to sea. He hadn't seen any of them again. What was that saying, there are many fish in the sea? Well his life were tangled among them, his sister, his son, the one that he could have loved but for the stress of indecision and weak wills. Rarely did one catch the same fish twice. So he hadn't tried, not since the last time he had heard her lamentations, when, instead of trying to ease them he had fled like a coward. It had been said many times before, but never so strongly as when he stood on that border with her scent twisting around his wiry physique, that he was broken. Broken. Shattered. As was most likely to be her wish: gone. But not in the physical form, he was still painfully trapped in life, flinging himself at the bars with no escape. His breath grew tighter in his chest as memories choked off his lungs, prohibiting his breathing, blessedly releasing his mind from its steroid. Her scent. Memories such as had plagued him many times before, when two naive wolves, both on the boundaries of hurt and love had cowered in the forest, when they had shared unexplicably somber and gracious moments, in which each thought they were not good enough for the other. Back when she had needed him, and he, her, and when unexpected house calls would have been cherished for the time they spent together. No longer, already he could picture her ebon pelt bursting through the curtain of night to defend her terra. Her glistening ivory tucked beneath the folds of midnight so as to relieve him from the pain of truly seeing, truly knowing, what hadn't changed of her all along. It would be the only thing: the pack alone was proof to him that she was stronger already; the girl had been a timid and broken thing when he'd known her. And whose fault was that? Shivering, Omni slid into a stiff crouch on Satowra's border, Satowra's!, and shook with barely constrained anger and fear and the strength of a mental prayer he shot over her terra. Kill me, please kill me as I deserve! It will not be enough but by your own paws, and by your own countenance that after what I did to you I am not worthy to live! Please... kill me. And his thoughts fell silent, his eyes flickering shut, but refusing to grant the sleep that he needed. His pallid pelt was as near as it had ever been to matching the color of his odd sock, so riddled with dirt and grime that itched beneath his skin and would not let him rest. Turquoise gems that were still as enticing as the moment he was born were the only feature that had sincerely retained their function, even as he grew older they never faltered or failed him. Probably so that he could find this border, and stare at her face one more time with apologies on his maw, before going to meet his maker. |
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- I see through the eye of the storm, this apparition - By S a t o w r a June 23, 2011 at 06:57:44 PM
this is what I have brought you - By Omni Cader June 24, 2011 at 05:50:51 PM
I see through the eye of the storm this apparition - By S a t o w r a June 26, 2011 at 09:42:13 AM
this is what I have brought you - By Omni Cader June 26, 2011 at 05:30:54 PM
I see through the eye of the storm this beloved apparition - By S a t o w r a June 27, 2011 at 05:59:15 PM
this is what I have brought you - By Omni Cader June 28, 2011 at 04:40:33 AM