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 12, 2011 at 05:30:36 AM by Omni Cader
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An apparition, made to punish him, brought back into his life to push him out as he had pushed her out so long ago. There was no other explanation, or rather there was one, if he could push his wearied body to just go seek it, to find the answers she must have left him. But she was a clever bandit of the night that one, she had melted away into its shadows with her bounty in her paws, he knew not whether she had seemed shifty or guilty, for she had caught him unawares, disappearing from his side once more. Just as she had known that their next parting would be one of finality so the sorrow seeping beneath his ivory coat, defining his muscles with lead, sang of his remorse, for he too had shared this bitter knowledge but left it as the mutts’ burden, because such an occurrence would never happen again. Or so he had thought. Where she swiftly fled he did not know, nor why, but he wondered often, keening softly into the dead of night, if ever she was slowed down, hampered by the bounty she carried branded in her actions. But he didn’t know quite whom she hoped to tempt with half of a heart. How he had known that she had left him for good was of no clear answer to Omni, his clarity lost in the baffling reality that had at once thrown him in a whirl of pure happiness and throes of deepest sadness. It was as if the depths of her mutli-hued gems had been engrained into his memory, they had always been windows into her soul. Even know, he thought with a low, broken hum, they would be gleaming horrified at him, aching to help. Not that to glean this from her optics was necessary, Satowra had shown that her boundaries were limitless when it came to the endless kindness that poured forth from her every action would be extended to every lost soul on her border. He had kept his pelt clean in memory of her, loathing to relinquish her last touches to him, their last moments together in which she had both seemed pleased and saddened to be in his presence, the latter not withholding her from inviting him to join Bright Moon Pack. Of course he had refused. Hell, Omni deserved to be dead by now. And oh, how ironic it was that he had refused, unable to bear the thought of disrupting all that she had worked for, and now accepted and obeyed the wolf baying for the pack to preserve her name, she who had resurrected this pack when he doubted any others had the will or the skills to do so. But the brute was still sick at heart as his lengthy limbs found purchase in the soil, and his knees bent against their elder groans of protest to bring the not-so-spritely stag solidly to his footing. Pain blossomed in the multiples scratches he had gained stumbling around Satowra’s woods looking for her, so used to open grounds it seemed back words and odd to live under the trees, too angry and anxious to care to look where he was going. Thus, it was hard to walk dignified as he pleased, stiff and sore as Omni was. Overtime, however, a working gait found its way into his baleful stumbling, allowing him to work and stretch old muscles as he hadn’t been in ages. Terrain fell away from him, trees jumping forth to impede his way, only to be outdone as his agility flooded back from the days of his prime, that suddenly didn’t seem that long ago, and he ran out all the hurt, all the regret, that had bent his back from the moment he had first left her. And suddenly, in no time at all, he had reached the origin of the howl, in time to hear a young female voice from over the hedge, apparently addressing the new alpha that Omni had yet to see. Her vocals stirred apprehension in his breast, remembering submitting to the only pack he had ever been interested in and recalling an experience that hadn’t been pleasant indeed. If he had to talk in words like that, horridly formal, with no basis in their truthfulness due to the fact that he knew nothing about the new alpha…well, he’d sooner hightail it out of their while he could still be proud in the fact he had yet to grovel at any others’ paws. Only the thought of Satowra, beckoning, drew him on. He felt he had to grow to love this pack and its wolves, to honor her passion of the place, to carry it on. The closer he drew, the more her excitement seemed to linger, permeating the air, and then a wisp of scent, light on the laden breeze, caused Omni’s ears to go right to his scalp. It was her. Yet, it wasn’t. The faintest traces of Satowra, left for him to find in a way he knew neither of them had ever imagined. More scents, flooding those of his lover’s, fresher and more distinct: two females, and a male. The male was the alpha; his gut twisted once more and he thought of fleeing. It was as if his body did not belong to him anymore, as it leapt lightly over the greenery, landing as he hadn’t thought it capable to skirt the edge of the meeting, farthest away from the male as possible. But this unearthly feeling hadn’t stopped there, the great invisible strings halted him for a moment, in which his eyes sought the alpha’s with uncanny and unconcealed judgment upon the one that had replaced Satowra... and then he was walking, urged forward by nothing more than the odd strains of fate telling him to do so. The brute’s pate was a silky white color that appeared creamy to his turquoise gems, but when his unfaltering gaze demurred from the face as was respectful of one of lesser rank, he saw the rest of his pelt was also this flawless color, bearing no markings. Omni was forced to look at his own -a dark sock of glossy black hairs interlocking with the snowy white ones where it met the curve of his muscle- upon his prolonged bow that he hoped would serve in place of a proper submittal. The proud name denounced, along with those of his companions, he waited in turn with them to rise despite the ache in his neck. No words came from him, only those flowing ceaselessly through his head retained knowledgeable thought. And from these it was that he drew his strength. Satowra would have wanted this. Satowra would have wanted this. Satowra would have… He closed his eyes briefly to hide the tears threatening, enticed by the last lingering caresses of her scent. "To manage your mind, know that there is nothing, and then relinquish all attachment to nothingness." [-Lao Tzu] |
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