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 July 7, 2011 at 02:57:00 PM by Tamlin
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He was, to say the least, confused. Why had his queen, Lady Satowra, given up her dreams of Bright Moon's glowing future with her as the alpha female? Why had she passed out the ashen-cloaked lands without even giving them a chance to thrive once again? From what Tamlin knew of his dark princess, she was not one to give up on a project, particularly one of such amazing potential, without a decent explanation. Swirling fogs of doubt sucked at his strong facade of confidence like a deep quagmire when he thought of the brief meeting that he and his mistress had shared before she had departed. It had only lasted a second, she had merely named him the alpha before turning tail and walking away from her faithful servants as if the loyalty that they all held fast to amounted to nothing. Some wolves, perhaps those who didn't know Satowra as well or those with a more grudge holding or contrary disposition would be inclined to scorn the previous alphess. They would be angered at the thought that they would have died for her, yet she could not live for them. Tamlin was not one of those wolves. He refused to sink so low as to despise her, despite the fact that she had seemingly ditched the whole of Bright Moon. And it was not the fact that he had been made alpha male in her place that made his thoughts towards her more honeyed. He was not a warrior that was ruled by ambition. Although he was of somewhat dominant disposition, his thoughts did not orbit around promotion, demotion, rank and title. His core nature did not urge him to dominate, it merely urged him to hold his place and not be looked down upon. Perhaps it was for those shining qualities that the five year old stag had been chosen to rule for, or perhaps Satowra really didn't care after all, and just named him alpha due to the fact that he had been the only one she had seen at the time. However, the off-white male did not wish his thoughts down such a saddening thought path. The very least he could do for his previous leader would be to take up her charge and keep Bright Moon following her noble ideals lest it stray from it's path and no longer become a haven for those who have been hurt and needed to heal. He wandered, solo, throughout the territory, his facial expression was a blank, grave mask as he pondered his situation, his banner lowered and hanging under his haunches versus curled in a high arc over his ivory back. His pawprints made dimpled marks in the ashes that still cloaked areas of the terra firma. His agile bodice moved at a slow walk, long strides sluggishly bringing him forward. He spent several hours, locked in the catacombs of his mind, until, having covered more ground than he realized he had, he halted abruptly. He was in the same place that Satowra had used to call the pack meeting that had brought him to Bright Moon, to his first loyalty, and, most importantly at the moment, to having the mantle of alphaship thrust upon his young shoulders. Easily, gracefully, as if he where more bird of the air than beast of the forest, Tamlin rocked back on his haunches and leapt over the hardy shrubbery. He cleared it with inches to spare, his oval shaped paws not brushing the reaching green leaves of the chest-high plant. He landed lightly, glancing downward to see some more of the delicate blossoms that Satowra's onyx tail had swept the ashes away from. He did not bend down to smell them, nor do anything to them save for admire at a distance before taking his mind off them and raising his head. Glinting, navy blue twins scanned the almost perfectly circular clearing, taking in everything. The jagged ledge formed by tumbled rocks, placed, elevated, at the lip of a shallow cave, was scrutinized carefully. He allowed his grave expression to soften slightly as he opened his maw a crack, inhaling the pack scent that the mingling of warriors had made. The inter-meshing scents, along with the thoughts that he had been having, caused him to make one of his quick, decisive actions which he had been somewhat infamous for before coming to Blossom Forest and having no one who knew him. His demeanour changed from lurking to dominant. He held his head high and his plumed flag raised slightly. Tamlin, although he didn't want to seem a indolent usurper, was not going to show himself to the wolves who were once his equals and now his subjects as an absolute pushover. With a buzzing feeling of pride beginning to unfurl in his breast, the silken furred baron threw back his head and let a sombre melody flow forth. His lyricless cry spoke of loss and new beginnings, it was the call of an alpha to wolvenkind, not only to his pack, but to any beasts who waited on the border, wanting to join. He drew out his lilting melody until it dwindled off. The melancholy sound lingered hauntingly in the air for a few long moments before fading away into absolute silence. His howl concluded, the pastel knight turned king strode toward the rocks, mounting the crest of them where he waited silently for Satowra's, nay his soldiers, to arrive. TAMLIN/ADULT/MALE/MACKENZIE X RUSSIAN WOLF/OFF WHITE W. DARK BLUE EYES/ MATELESS/ALPHA OF BRIGHT MOON |
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