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 24, 2011 at 05:50:51 PM by Omni Cader
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The lilting breeze had driven night into day before Omni could compose himself, and had revealed him to the territory like a beacon appealing to their kind, unfettered souls. He felt life beneath his paws such as he had never before, but it seemed a cruel taunt to have it so young and fresh beneath him, buoying him up to nothing but uncertainty. He bid it luck, but a twinge in his heart made it obvious that his fall from grace had happened too long ago to ever be diminished from the fore-front of his memories, always reining him back when he tried to grow up again. In the lull of the day there was an empty gap in his thoughts, through which birdsong grew monotonous and wound with such speed that it had fled before he could get a grasp on it, driving the hours steadily along. There were background noises, ambient noise if you would, that he monitored if for the sake of boredom. In desperation he was tracking a bunny with his auds intently focused when another, heavier sound bore down towards him. He neither stiffened nor relaxed, remaining stationary with his lids shuttering softly, trembling with unease and willing them to open to no avail. The anticipation turned every bone of his body to ice, locking his muscles, turning his mouth slippery and unable to form coherent words even if he had tried. The back of his throat rasped in spite of the watery metaphor, but there was no cough that could relieve this torment. Soft spurts of air burst forth from his nose in Omni’s anxiety, stirring the air around his muzzle into something akin to living, before it sank back into the repetitive weave of its earthly spell. Satowra had the same effect on him, breathing life into every pore of his being, granting him happy and fruitful meanderings until their contact tapered and died, and every part of him along with it. Please…just end me. A flinch rippled violently down his wasted form at her touch, her electric shock that pulsed the alabaster titan into an alert phase in which each of his hairs stood on end, his shoulders pulled in and tensed, his ruff displaying hostility and fear. Her scent saturated the air around them, dominating the molecules with its peculiar tinge of what had once been – Saw Tooth Pack, where they had met- and what was much stronger and potent now, a forest musk spun with the fresh scent of wind-scudded clouds that bespoke of her new namesake as alphess. Alphess of the resurrected Bright Moon Pack, adopting and contributing to its trademark identity as if she had been born and bred there. He couldn’t have been prouder of her. But that did not relinquish his revulsion at the physical contact between them, how she could walk up to him without anger, remorse, or regret and caress him like he was a pup deserving forgiveness. He did not deserve her kindness, and thus, he didn’t want it. None of it. He shivered in repulsion as she choked his name from between her lips, a name that had once held some essence of power for him for it had been unique and cherished with its shared roots among his family. Now there was…nothing. Omni hated the way Satowra cast her care to his muzzle, digesting what he had become, living his horrible life as it had been preserved on his shaggy, unkempt pelt. Bone weary of surviving only for it to come down to this, he made a move to shake her off, to rebuke her as was his duty. To remind her that the harm he had dealt her had no hope for repentance, though the pressure had eased since finding off how well she had been doing without him. Why had he come back? Why had he interrupted her perfect life when it would serve to do nothing but deepen the heartbreak between them? ”End me.” He growled, the rasp such a baritone that it rumbled in his chest and the sound that snuck from his glistening knives was sorely diminished in volume. Then again, angrier, accompanied by a sharp flick of his head that withdrew any contact she had made to his fur, “Satowra- ” He bellowed, repeating the same command while this time finally allowing his optics to blink open, gazing first upon the lush greens and following in rapid succession to the pitch form, the radiant shadow of her former self, at his side. As he sought to meet her two multihued gems, the words died on his lips, any thoughts he’d had evaporated like mist before her sun-like radiance, and the feelings, the frothing tide of emotions that roiled below the surface collided and clashed in an unbelievable amount of pain and incredulity. Omni had not come into this unprepared; she had always been a gem, a striking beauty that in her youth boasted an enticing, supple form and not necessarily a commanding presence, but a rare one that one found themselves lucky to be in the company of. The wind sprang up and targeted the side of his muzzle she had been tending to, chilling the still wet, cleaner fur into a healthier, snowier white that made him look soft and innocent as a newborn. No wonder she had seen him as one needing coddling. He was a wreck. But he’d known that, and that’s why he had expected to be cast away as a common beggar would, or better, killed for infatuating with her where he no longer belonged in her life. The shock once more hit him, his eyes growing wider as a cold trickle of regret ran down his spine, at what he had lost, at what he had become. “Satowra…” this time it was softer, showing off the masculinity he was unaware his voice had acquired. It was no more than proof of his age, more proof. If one were to look in his eyes they would see the truth of his fatigue of mind, body, and soul. Without the rigorous exercise of his youth his paw steps had grown heavier, his sleep fit-full. But weight gain hadn’t been added to his load of burdens (quite literally) though he might have been better off for it. He was still a wiry thing, pelt a little thicker, but it mourned the winter season’s passing and would soon be looking forward to spring and becoming lighter once more. He still stood taller than the majority of wolves. His physical traits had not changed so much; they were just too coated in grime to tell. But she. The ebony vixen looked radiant in the startling light of day, which, he realized slowly, he had never seen her in. Tree shadows-yes, cave shadows-yes, lit by the fearful light of the pounding lightning-yes. But never like this, so open and pure, a product of the peace and relaxation afforded to her surroundings. Her ivory markings gleamed, so clean and seamless that he found it hard to like away from their startling contrast with her dark pelt. And her expression, he was loathe to look away and yet he could hardly bear to behold it. Lost and bewildered, with any hint of anger concealed with a cleverness that had developed in their time apart. Omni shivered; awed that he could have ever been needed by a beast as beautiful and strong as Satowra was now. Guilt at hating her touch bit at him, he wanted nothing more at that very moment than to sink back into her warmth and forget, and to feel worthy of her forgiveness. But it was not meant to be… He lay down on his back, letting his stomach and neck face the air, and waited for her to do what she needed to. When she saw him like this, she could have no inhibitions. She could not hold back. She should not hold back. [ it’s alrighht you’re post was lovely<33 I missed rp-ing with you!!! Thank you! Credits to shy for the pic&html, it suits his character more now anyway. ^^ ] |
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- 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
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