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 20, 2011 at 08:38:36 PM by tamlin.
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Tamlin. Alpha. The greeting that his former comrade and now... subordinate, Raylen, had given him at the pack meeting still resounded in the pale brujo's head, echoing around in the catacombs of his mind in a way that was confusing rather than heartening. However, despite the fact that Tamlin was reluctant to accept his place as Bright Moon's much needed leader and guide, he couldn't help but feel slightly better that, when he finally made the inevitable choice and became the alpha male and act like one, he would be firmly supported. And not only by the dashing golden varg. His pack consisted of many other wolves, wolves who had bowed to him, accepted him, and not felt that he was unworthy to take his predecessor, Satowra's, place. However, thinking back on the meeting, he felt a prickle of an emotion akin to awkwardness fill his soul. How would he ever get a decent conversation in with his nakoma if they were so reverent that they wouldn't even look at him for fear of incurring his wrath? The only direct addresses he had gotten from the wolven who had gathered at his call were so respectful that they could hardly be called such. He had been dubbed: “mighty alpha” by Wolftail,a warrior who had been welcomed to Bright Moon, something which caused him a small amount of a strange feeling, one which he could not name save to say that it was not, in any way, related to satisfaction. They where all so eager to forget his lady, Satowra. It was enough to make the snow-colored male's dark blue iris' cloud with sorrow. Wolftail had been accepted by Satowra, yet when speaking to Tamlin, he had made it seem like it had been he that had allowed the brown boy into the pack. It was not in Tamlin's character to take credit for the work that others (namely Satowra, in this case) had done, so he was sort of irked by the fact that it had been unavoidable to say or do anything other than nod and brush of the comment in this case. He supposed it had been the only thing he could have done in the situation. If he had said anything to change the statement made, he would have likely frightened the already submissive cazador, something which he had no desire to do. He was not a healer like Satowra. He was not a wolf who could look at another and speak what words would help them. When he observed others, he saw them whole, flaws included, yet he couldn't figure out what would help the individual and conquer the marred patches to make the being whole again. Tamlin was not a wolf who others confided in. He was a reliable comrade, one that you would trust with your life and be sure that he would defend you until his last breath, but he had no kind words or inspirational speeches to make. In fact, somedays it seemed as if he had nothing at all to say. Today was one of those days. He was currently wandering around the territory in a sort of blind trance. The only thing that kept him from tripping over the deadfall and falling face-first in the snaggled foliage was his graceful and lithe bearing, which, thank goodness, was an innate sort of thing that could not be taken from a varg, even if he wasn't looking where he was going in the slightest. He had already run the border, and smelled no new faces. The day was growing too old for him to think of doing it again, so he simply wandered, excusing his anti-social behaviour by referring to it in his mind as exploring. Ten minutes, twenty, half an hour of his mindless and extremely idle stroll passed before his intense dislike about doing nothing overcame him. He was the alpha of Bright Moon. Satowra would be ashamed of how he was acting in not carrying out his duties as alpha male. More than anything else, he wanted to please her, the only wolf he had given his allegiance to. With a snort of self-contempt, the pale boy stopped in his tracks, raised his head, and let out a ringing howl. It was not a song of summoning, merely a cry to alert his underlings of his location, thus allowing them to come to him if they where interested in being in his company. As his lilting voice concluded, he wondered who would come, or if anyone would come. His expression changed from one of wistful wonder to it's usual mask that he wore, yet, unbeknownst to him, it was flawed ever so slightly. His facial was closed off, but his eyes, his beautiful navy blue orbs, still held a tinge of visible loneliness and hurt in their depths. TAMLIN/ADULT/MALE/MACKENZIE X RUSSIAN WOLF/OFF WHITE W. DARK BLUE EYES/ MATELESS/ DEFENDER OF BRIGHT MOON PACK |
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- Let's Spread Our Wings And Fly - By Ateri August 27, 2011 at 05:26:01 AM
how can we soar on crumpled wings? coming! - By tamlin. September 2, 2011 at 12:46:58 PM
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