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 26, 2011 at 09:42:13 AM by S a t o w r a
There was no sense in the moment, only the fathomless depths of disbelief and shock at the unheralded reappearance of the apparition that had stolen her soul. She could scarcely breathe; hardly continue the rhythmic dragging of her tongue through his unkempt pelt. Ironically, however, it was this single vestige of contact that kept her from slipping off the verge of insanity forever. The old scars in her heart began to burst one by one, resplendently ripping the tender tissue akin to the callous tearing of a veil or a curtain. At each reopening, she flinched and her gasped, unaware that such a hideous pain could exist within the relatively peaceful boundaries the earth created. How fitting that she should break open right where the healing powers of Bright Moon diminished, precisely on the borders marked with her own perfume and the scents of her beloved warriors. Still, she could not tear herself away. Initially he seemed oblivious to her presence, only shifting sideways ever so slightly, his hackles pricking at her soft gums, caked in grime as they were, when they stood to attention. However, as though there were an unwritten warning she had not heeded, he flinched beneath her and she paused minutely, tears pouring from her muzzle as testament to her grief. Though even then she could not bring herself to stop her rapid erosion of his pas. Dirt and debris filled her mouth, tinting the innocent pinkness of her tongue and gums so that her maw became a cavernous hole of darkness, only intensified when contrasted with the bright alabaster of her gleaming incisors. As though he too had noticed the shine of them, even through his shut lids, he spoke. His words, the hoarseness of his voice, sent a jolt through her so that a gas was wrenched from the very depths of her guts, spilling like their contents into the heady air. Try as she may though, the girl was unable to draw any meaning from his syllables, or unwilling to attempt to interpret them in her delicate state or otherwise, for it was clear to her subconscious what the brujo intended for her to do. The sun continued to shine down, warm and happy, as though nothing was out of kilter. Each ray sent a subtle, golden filigree to fool like the travesty of a diadem around the pair, painting a portrait of serene calm and heightened calamity as opposed to the utter degradation biting at both hearts during that torturous reunion. Still Satowra continued to bathe him, attempting to soothe her own gaping lesions in the process, but such solace was not to be had. Suddenly she tasted a cloud of hostility saturate the air around her, accompanied by a baritone that had the power to hurl her backwards even as he jerked his head away and flung open wild, frightened eyes. The snarl of anger and hurt that had enveloped her usually mild features dissipated as she met those eyes once more. They were still of such a pure, unworried hue such as she had not been able to find anywhere else in nature and they continued to gleam with the breadth of his intellect, though there was a marring of madness and futile hope lingering in their crusted corners. She leaned forward again through her mist, wanting only to clean the impurities from the edges of such perfection but she halted mid-lean, remembering with a shudder the hatred she had heard in the faltering passage of his heavy, stabbing tone. As though recognizing some distant mistake, he moved again, his head shivering and snowy a it wavered like a pups. This fresh realization brought new pits to the tumultuous ocean of anguish stirring in Satowra’s ebony breast. Those eyes softened afresh, though wide in their chock, and his voice flowed once more, this time softer in its utterance and almost pleading. She plastered her ears to her skull, unwilling to hear her name spoken as though it were a curse and than an answer to a prayer, for the implications of that she knew too well. They continued to stare as they had once many moons ago, bright eyes lingering on the other, taking in the injustice of the situation and comparing it to the moments of departure when Saw Tooth had ceased to be a refuge and had become a gilded prison of introverted meanderings. He was the first to break the connection, true to form, and he slowly rolled onto his spine, exposing his neck and belly. With a pang, she thought he was submitting but it soon became apparent that he did not expect to rise again. Head shaking in incredulity, she scooted backwards several steps and barked sharply, astonishment apparent in the haggardness of her voice. However, this perplexity could not hope to last much longer. Satowra was an alpha, she could no longer afford to flounder in a mire of self-pity and doubt if she wished to keep her title. The ess slowly got her paws, attempting to staunch the flow of salt down her cheeks but managing only to awaken a fresh tide of tears, before drawing herself to her full height (which would still only bring her head to Omni’s shoulder, when he was standing). Her chest grew in confidence, finally managing to swell all the way with the fresh air free of his aromatic tang. The ghost of a snarl appeared on her lips, her legs bracing themselves to hold her upright during the tirade of anger set to leap from her drought-stricken throat, “Omni Cader, why do you hate me?” They were hardly the first words she expected to leap from the stairwell of her jaws, but she knew they were going to keep on coming and she would not be responsible for stopping them. “Would it grant you some satisfaction, knowing I had seized the revenge you planned out for me? have you lived a good life and are now willing to die peacefully at the merciless maw of the one you reviled so much, intent only to grant her this one last act of kindness so that you can meet Death unburdened by culpability?” Her words were slurred now, thrown like stones but tearing at her as much as they would undoubtedly rip at him, “Do you honestly think I could live with myself, live in this place of healing and rest, knowing I had ended the life of the one I love above all else?” she shook on her stilts, hardly able to keep her slender frame pinned in that limbo it had come to know so well. He had resurrected such an agony that it felt as though she were going up in flames. Still though, she did not falter for more than a few heartbeats (no matter how fragile they seemed to be), “I cannot believe you would think so badly of me, that I am so blind as to end the life I cherished to sate my sense of revenge when all I have wanted to do since you left is gaze upon your soul through those faultless windows of yours. To what purpose than, have you hoped to achieve by dragging yourself here if you knew I would not spill your blood?” Her voice began to peter out, growing gentler and wracked with the contractions of her woe, “I have loved you since that day in the forest, when we collided like the earth and the storm. Every minute since my thoughts have been consumed by you and, only in distracting myself with this wondrous land have I been able to gain a respite from my whirl of self-destruction,” She walked again and touched his throat with her ice-cold nose as she would a submitting warrior before retreating, unable to look at him, “What has the world done to you, Omni?” OOC-awwww! You're still as amazing an RP'er as I remember!!!!!!!! You always have had awesome HTMLs you lucky fish!! :):):):):p 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}  |
Replies:
- 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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