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 27, 2011 at 05:59:15 PM by S a t o w r a
There were no words, would never be any words, with which to describe the intense cascade of emotions flooding over Satowra’s being at the moment the light met the dark. Lines blurred and fell around her, screaming at the wretched flames that ripped them apart even as her mismatched windows gleamed wildly with the many hues donned by the crackling flames. Omni Cader’s movements clawed at her, blood and water teeming from the abrasions within even while she fought to pin the flesh together. Raylen had been right when he had so brazenly told her that she needed a healing paw before she could ever hope to extend one. Regret at the truth in his words bit down on her spine like a viper, pouring poisonous thoughts and liquid magma into her veins where they began to solidify, taking root like so many weeds and choking the goodness, the truth, beneath piles of shielding green foliage. The flash of his beguiling ebony paw made her draw back further even as he leaned in to meet her, the sight of their two legs just inches apart and barely differing in anything but scent frightening the wraiths in her. He seemed to take her actions as his cue and rose on unsteady paws, wavering as a mirage before her so that she longed to reach out and nudge his flesh, thereby reassuring herself of his existence. And still the silence lengthened twixt them. The fatale recognized with some satisfaction the wordless pit her alabaster companion was floundering in, the very same pit she had been forced to haul herself out of just a few seconds previously. His mouth lay slightly open, handsome head at aslant, and she followed the connections from his neck along his spine. Slowly she filled up her gaze and her memories with vivid recollections of bygone times and current circumstance, inhaling every inch of him, shaggy or not, that still shimmered with a keen magnificence she could never hope to match. His height cast a shadow of awe around her, deepening the ebony on her flanks and intensifying the shine of that lightening-jagged mark that bore her very being in its uneven course down her flank. Her orbs continued to glisten with unshed tears, stained as her muzzle was with the released ones, when the first intelligible and perfectly articulate words flowed from between masculine jaws. Oh how Satowra clung to those syllables, making them lifelines no matter their gist. How many months had passed since she had heard that rich, lilting voice taint the air with its brilliance? Too many, too many aching, agonizing moments of raw grief. She shivered beneath her ill-fitting pelt, feeling the air stir as he approached her. Borders did not matter anymore, and she made no move to defend them as he unwittingly crossed over the divide to clean the crystalline form of her misery from her lips. His touch was gentle, everything she had ever felt and everything she could fathom poured into a few heartbeats before he pulled away to speak again. She leant into the warmth of his tongue, convulsing as Moth had while she brought those bundles of new life into the world. At the thought of Moth, Satowra deliberated what a wonderful surprise it would be if she went to visit the new mother with another of her long-lost warriors at her side. Her heart, however, would not encourage such bitter hope for long and it bade her pay attention to the content of his words more closely so that she could better think of a worthy reply. Even while it formulated, another tirade burst forth like a tsunami from the broken titan, crashing over her and tugging at her dangerously, so that she feared she wouldn’t be able to remain upright. For several moments, Satowra forgot to breathe. Omni Cader stood before her, pouring out his savaged soul for her to see, allowing her to bear witness to his pain. The trust he showed in doing so soothed the pain from her many inward calluses a little, granting her some comfort. To no avail did she attempt to keep her eyes from his, flinching as they locked together like magnets. In those aquamarine depths, she glimpsed all her hopes and dreams of a life together, and a snarling anger at the injustice of events that had parted them. Maybe there was hope after all then, hope for a future. Satowra could not let herself believe it. Of course, Omni chose that moment to spin her world off its very axis. He apologized. The ebony vixen could not cry silently any longer with grief, as she had been doing during their entire reunion, but gave herself up to wracking sobs such as she had never experienced before. Her legs suddenly became locked and the ground spun beneath her, sending her crashing to her knees in a heap of violent suffering. She had not intend to break down so devastatingly, much less in front of the wolf she loved most in the world, but she was unable to keep it locked inside of her any longer. It had been growing like an invasive species inside her breast since his first departure, spreading wildly and taking over every inner orifice until she realized that it had become a part of her. The load of shamefaced sorrow she was shedding right than was a culmination of everything wrong that had occurred since he had left her in the storm. He had been the image burnt into her brain during the shackles of her madness, and he still woke her each day in the den of an alpha. She cried then for the years they had missed out on, and the brokenness of each of them as they met for the third time. Somewhere within, Satowra knew that, if Omni Cader left again, he would not come back. The sounds escaping from her throat were akin to those made by prey dying at her jaws, and they grew worse as she pictured his tears. Her nose touched the dirt between her forelegs and she lay there for awhile, giving in to herself, until finally she was able to choke back what remained inside of her and raise her face to his. She knew what a sight she would look, but the female did not care. Wearily and with stoic resignation she rose onto rickety paws, muzzle weaving anxiously in the air as she attempted to maintain her balance. Her plume lay rigid between her legs, a stiff reminder of reality, though there, at its very tip, one could notice the faintest trace of a wag. Her mismatched eyes smouldering with the pits of her emotion, she began to speak. At first her voice was wet and pallid from its previous misuse, but it grew in strength as she continued, “I could push my original idea still, one where I ask how you could think so little of me so as to imagine my pain could be sated by revenge. Somehow though, I am certain this is not the case. Omni Cader, I do not use other’s torment as a soothing balm to heal my own. Nor could I use your tears, though I do appreciate them in their bitter liberation as they are a testament to your sincerity,” she paused slightly, for a halting breath, before continuing, “I have wanted nothing more, since our very first meeting, than to be allowed into your soul so that I could vanquish those voices that scour you with such lies! I do not, never did, expect perfection. We are lupine and thus we make mistakes. It would be hypocritical to punish you for something that every single being is guilty of. My fear and my anger were my own, and nothing with which to concern yourself. My love for you has never been extinguished and never shall be, especially not by my own teeth and claws. To hear you say such things, declare your love for me in no uncertain terms, it is truly the fabric of my dreams and cannot be real,” She stopped again, this time to prepare herself for what she was prompted to say next, “It is true; I have harboured a grudge for a very long time. But know that it remained only because my feelings for you are so profound. If I did not care about you, than why would I hold your departure under such a soiled light? Know that I forgive you, and here I must request that I be forgiven too, for I cannot lie and say that I played no role in tearing our flourishing relationship apart. My insecurities, naivety and youth still remain, those sides of me about which I conceal no pride,” This time Satowra did not pause in her lengthy speech but her vocals dried up, for she realized with deep embarrassment that she had been stuttering and spouting bits of over-exaggerated nonsense born of her trepidation when there was truly only one thing she needed to say. Casting away every ounce of regret and anger, she moved towards the white stallion. The seconds seemed to stretch taut until she thought she would tear the fabric of time, but she kept on coming and it continued to pull tighter until the exact moment she buried her muzzle in his scruff. Grease lay like a filthy second skin across his coat, but the fea refused to acknowledge anything but his warmth in her conscious mind. Pressing ever deeper into him, into his being, she finally managed to gasp out a few words, hoping against hope that they would be enough after so many months, “Stay,” OOC- You don’t understand how much that means to me, especially coming from you!!!! In my mind I had regressed, my posts becoming shorter and less intricate…….still, you remain as incredible as I remember, if not more incredible, and I am never short of muse either when I’m writing with you. I love the Omni/Satowra pair, and I would love for them to remain as such if that appeals to you. Also, Omni would be the only wolf Satowra would want as a father when it comes time for her to have her pups. However, I don’t want the muse to die if things become to easy, so we could always throw in drama with Rio and Raylen, or perhaps with some members of Omni’s family. I have always wanted to make Sombra’s acquaintance :p You certainly are a lucky fish lol!!!! I have to give Snowy credit for most, if not all, of my HTMLs. She really is a legend in her own right……It does, it makes perfect sense :) You can have too much of a good thing :DDDDDDDD 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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- this is what I have brought you - By Omni Cader June 28, 2011 at 04:40:33 AM
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