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 September 10, 2011 at 09:52:47 PM by tamlin.












Bright Moon was more alive than it had been in many years. Perhaps having wolves on it had helped the reawakening, or perhaps the terra had finally realized that it was time to be reborn. Many environmental or other factors could have resulted in the unfurling of new leaves and the growth of saplings where before had been nothing but ash and dead vegetation. The reason itself did not matter overly much, as it was the result that was so wonderful. When draped in the obsidian cloak it had worn for so long, it had a wistful beauty about it, like a tragic tale that lingers painfully on the edges of your consciousness. Now it was amazing. An array of gorgeous scenery had been hidden and laid dormant underneath that cloak, and now was revealed in all of it's glory. A fat full moon hung high in the sky, which was painted a luxurious navy by the coming of night. Sounds of life echoed throughout the quiet territory, making a sweet harmony of peace. An owl cooed it's hunting cry, a nightingale sang in the treetops, crickets chirped and small frogs spoke of their bustling night-lives.

It was paradise No, it was more than just paradise, much, much more. It was home

Once sorrow had swirled about him, tugging at and generally undermining his morale so his boldness was more facade than truth. That was not the case now. Tamlin walked with confidence once more. He was resplendent, surrounded by his shining aura of power. He had not been born to lead, or so he had thought. To be honest, for the longest time, he had thought himself a solitary-type animal, the nomadic sort of wolf who knew no hearth and obeyed no leader save for their whims and the whims of mother nature. It had only been recently that he had chosen to be in a pack at all. It had been a snap decision that he had made upon hearkening to the former alpha female, Satowra's, howl. The call had split the peace of the night and soared straight to his awaiting ears as if it where meant for him alone. And he had answered.

The lands where familiar to his paws, amazingly so, as he tread over the new grass. His destination: the meeting place of Bright Moon Pack. It was not official, but he was loathe to depart from his lady's tradition and make it in some other place. A pack meeting would be called into play, one where all of his wolves would attend and all the attendees would be considered carefully for ranks, which would be given out accordingly depending on how worthy they seemed. His idea was somewhat of an ingenious one. It would be a long time of fellowship for Bright Moonians, a time for them all to get to know each other and build their trust in him. After the meeting, which would start at midnight and last until the wee hours of morning, as customary, they would go out on a pack hunt. He had not yet decided who he would leave home to patrol the borders, but would be sure to go out on a small hunt with them sometime later. After the hunt, they would partake of the spoils in another mini-meeting. He would call ranks before they dispersed. That was the basic plan, at least. As much as Tamlin liked to have things under control, he was also flexible, so if things went one way or another he would be able to go with the flow and adjust his outline to suit the new purpose.

His lithe frame seemed to flow as he gracefully strode, his long limbs reaching and eating up ground, to the meeting place. He gathered himself and leaped, like a mystical phantom, over the hardy bush that grew chest high around the clearing. Unlike at the last meeting, he felt extremely secure in his position, so instead of ascending the small pile of tumbled rocks that stood on the west side, he lowered himself to a sit in the relative middle of the place. He was a ghost in the darkness as he raised his head back, baring his delicate muzzle to the sky. From his layrnx soared a haunting melody of summoning. His cry had no distinct words in it, but sang of life and rebirth. A wolf outside the borders would recognize it as a welcome over the invisible marker , a wolf inside as a call from alpha to subordinate.

When his breath ran out, the whimsical howl through out one last, hard not before quieting to a breathy sob and fading to nothingness. The alpha male sat like an icy statue for a long moment before his slender appendages brought him to a stand. His harks, which stood tall on his skull, swivelled, catching the sounds of the forest after dark. His cream hued tail was a high arc over the pastel hued fur of his back, displaying his dominance. He walked over to the rocks and lowered his muzzle to the ground, brushing the terra with his soot-coloured nose. A soft object touched the tender area of his face. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the last vestiges of Satowra's perfume. The expression of his dark blue eyes softened momentarily, softened into a slightly sad and strangely gentle set. With an effort of will, he stepped back and lifted his head again. His facial hardened into slight aloofness and general coolness as he stood, awaiting his soldiers.

He would not forget Satowra, nor could he. Instead he chose to commemorate every moment of his alpha-ship in her honour.



pro omnibus nobis
Dux de Bright Lunae




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