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 August 12, 2011 at 06:04:28 PM by Omni Cader
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There was companionship in his eyes, lilting in his voice, that Omni hadn’t registered with anyone but Satowra in a long time. He had looked at this wolf, this wolf that already claimed him as a family member, and wanted nothing more than to cry. He had wanted the truth in his words to be vanquished until the ivory stag didn’t need to worry about them anymore, not the pain or the sorrows that they implied, not the implications they hinted at. Still in my heart. Like this was a burden he would carry forever, this gut-wrenching pain a new part of himself, an ethereal limb that was more real than his physical wasted body as he dragged it through the forest. Having left the meeting behind he had nothing to defend his rather swift departure. But he had looked this other wolf in the eye, faced him squarely, bravely, and suddenly, when words rose to his lips, all he wanted to do was cry. Standing in that place where she had confided in this wolf, where she had met her pack and shared their pride, as it originated from her own heart, he couldn’t stand it any longer. His tears were hot and angry, but so full of his loss that it was clearly evident that in the vulnerability he was feeling these hostile feelings raged up not against her, but against the unfairness of the world. So he had fled the meet like a coward, crying and racing through the terra, unable to find borders, dens, food. He wasn’t even looking for the necessities though. Anger at himself had pulsed through his being as he ran, liquefying his pain. Adult wolves don’t cry. Had she cried, all those times that he’d left Satowra? How had she coped, making this beautiful life for herself, if she felt so empty and misguided inside? What was different? Omni didn’t know, hell, he didn’t know anything. Not where he was, not anyone in the pack. Even his faith in the alpha was shaken, a silent, stoic brute that had risen to the position remorseless, powerful. Ready. A little too ready to take his love’s place, if anyone were to engage that conversation with him. But there was no one around… the world was empty. Quiet. Hollow. Just like his broken heart. He felt as though in the time that he had known Bright Moon’s lands, long before Satowra had resurrected it, would be a much more suitable place for him now. A burnt out shell of something that had once been great would have welcomed easily as a hand slipping into a glove. That place had been a refuge, a dead monument to every broken and outcast soul that had been driven by the throes of fate to visit its hulking monstrosity. He had gone there the first time. The first time his paws had left Saw Tooth, little did he know, never to return again, he had visited the smoldering grounds, with its brackish, tainted water and dry red clay that stained his white pelt until it seemed ravaged by blood. There was something too savage though, something incomplete in the place that had driven him away. He had thought he’d never return. But here he was. And there was vegetation growing around his paws, a starry drape blanketing his head, and the shiver of life in the air currents that never before had resided there, and wavered, as if still unaccustomed to their recent accommodations in the once fruitless lands. Omni collapsed with a sigh, blinking his remarkable eyes at the wavering grass blades in front of him. Mouse. He could smell it, lurking just in the reach of his long paws if he could only muster the will the grab it. But it was not ignorant of the wolf in the vicinity and darted away for its life. It was a lucky little thing. If he wasn’t crippled, it would have been dead. The unfortunate truth presided over his lengthy form, though his tears had dried up, his heart just wasn’t in it anymore. In to living. Because right now, and possibly forevermore, it was in Satowra’s chest, beating with her heart, thrumming with power and life. Wherever his heart was doing that, Omni didn’t quite know. But he knew that somewhere it was, and it robbed his sense of the here, and of the now. But he didn’t cry; adult fucking wolves didn’t cry. "To manage your mind, know that there is nothing, and then relinquish all attachment to nothingness." [-Lao Tzu] |
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- Re(1): [ subtle emphasis ] - By blazing heart August 20, 2011 at 06:26:45 PM
Re(2): [ subtle emphasis ] - By blazing heart August 20, 2011 at 06:33:27 PM