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 20, 2011 at 00:58:05 AM by Omni Cader
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[o o c: Sierrrra. Look at us, we’re rp-ing together! Ahah I noticed you were having some issues with your table. You must have accidently cut something out when you were copy and pasting it, because on the picper board it looks fine. So what I suggest doing is re-copying it and be very careful that when you delete the words to replace them with your own, you don’t clip a bit of the coding too. ^^ If you need further help or explanation, hit me up on the picper so I can fix it for ya’ <3] His coat felt heavy against his lithe frame, his troubles engrained in every white strand that dragged his back every time his paws took a step forward. Irregular thrums hit against the barrel of his chest as his thoughts went from distraction to the memories he harbored. There was no easing into his past, it was a bucket of ice water to the snout: eyes wide open to give them an excuse to water, pelt sodden, dripping…heavy. Omni shook his pelt as a dog would after a rainfall, stretching languidly until each tendon felt taut under his instruction before returning to a supple easiness that bore him forward smoothly, if a bit reluctantly. The terra was something else in the moonlight; an ethereal beauty commanded each fern as it captured the light of the full moon, fat on its perch in the sky. It reminded him of an inquisitive bird, or rather the gleam that captured each eye as it’s small head turned, questioning, bearing it’s beady black orbs towards the sky, absorbing the very essence of an object so very large and far away in its thirst for knowledge. Right before he slit its throat. Omni straightened from his crouch triumphant, the prey lodged firmly in his jaws with tremors running up his spine and down his throat at the feathers lightly stroking his chin, and the tip of his nose. He clenched his jaw firmly. Omni didn’t laugh anymore. The meat was warm in his mouth, no succulent feast but a snack for the hungry predator who stalked the nightly grounds. Another glance was shot up at the sky from those lifeless orbs; having borne so much pain it had scoured out the very ability to portray emotion through them. Unbidden another night came to him, such a quiet sunset that had descended into midnight with his not knowing quite what had happened, without his caring much about it at all because she had been at his paws. Dirty and thin, a Satowra that had been restored by the one he’d seen briefly upon his arrival. Her breaths had been light as the feathers encased in his maw, so light that his heart had been beating just as fast then as it did now, for the thought of losing her, even when leaving her was predominantly on his mind, was reason enough for him to through himself from that cave and have his soul dance forever with hers wherever they would have departed. Together as it was meant to be. Together because he could not function without her. His head was lowered when he padded away, in the direction of the howl. Away from the past, away from her leadership, forced to accept another because it was what she would have wanted him to do. What she would have wanted…how useless that sentence was to him now. She was never coming back. The quickening rhythm of his paw steps to meet the rest of Bright Moon pack was a statement: whether one of acceptance or avoidance of the truth he did not know. No one ever would, because the one who had known him best wasn’t there to look at him with her kindly mismatched eyes, to whisper to him the purpose of living. And it was time that he accepted that, even though with every step his gut wrenched from his chest, his back ached, his skull slowed down, memories tugging him back to that fat, full moon, and his heart hurt with a passion transformed into something alien vying for control as it searched for a direction. So much love; it broke his soul to keep it contained. So he ran faster, never stopping or slowing down, stripping the feathers of the bird in his haste as the wind spun around his streamlined form, long appendages proving their usage as age shed from his visage. His was young again, opportunity was present, his name was a thing to be proud of, and his friends were so close around him that they’d never let him fall. Who was he fucking kidding? It was slow paws that carried him into the meeting at a place that, unawares to Omni, had been her customary meeting central. Satowra’s breath could be felt in each soft movement against his pelt, her burning spirit eating him up inside even at the image of where she would talk to her pack. The hill of stones was not so steep that she couldn’t occasionally come down among her warriors, brushing against them, solacing and celebrating all the same. It was private to ensure the utmost security for her many loves. Steadily, he wove through the small mass gathered, mouth occupied by the bird but observance mentally storing images as the turquoise gems swiveled from side to side. Two young females, playing exuberantly, caught his eye first. Their reckless abandon made him cringe for times he had been like that; the pain that was in their future, the sorrow. Many wolves were already in submission, something he too had done at this very spot before Tamlin, his alpha. They spoke kind words, some soft, some excitedly, but all with respect, which in Omni’s mind was key. He evaluated them openly and without bias, knowing himself as one who didn’t quite have the right to judge anyone. A silver female looked as wet as his pelt felt; he gave her a calm, blank stare hiding an inkling of curiosity. So many wolfess’s to join the pack… thus far he and the alpha were the only males. He slid around a girl upright on her haunches, a distant familiar face that he thought he might have chanced to see over the discus of the lake, where he also liked to retire when the day became too long, and the burden of living too dang heavy. Their white pelts were matching, but he couldn’t bend to see if she also had a glossy raven sock on her front paw while balancing the bird, and opted not, as he and Sombra had been the only one’s he’d ever known with such odd, acute markings. Ateri certainly was a familiar face; he nodded a brief greeting to her, wondering if she recognized him from the last pack meeting. It pleased him to see her happiness evident in the slight wave of her banner in the night air. The last obstacle between he and Tamlin was another male (at last!) who looked slightly younger than Omni, but hey, wasn’t everyone? There was an introduction hanging on the air between them when the ivory wolf first caught the stranger’s words, and he was submitting before the Bright Moon warrior had drawn even. Promptness, another one of those convenient little traits that Omni had once held importance for. The bird dropped from his muzzle to Tamlin’s paws, and his head dipped in a prolonged bow. It was as formal as his first submission, but there were thanks in it as well as a greeting: he had heard that jagged ending to his Alpha’s howl, and he knew what it meant. There were no words to describe his gratefulness at the preservation of her memory. And with that, Omni stepped back into the cloak of Satowra’s scent, eyes trained on the base of that rock pile, dull boulders seemingly illuminated by the power Tamlin now held in his paws. A power he had to acknowledge. A power he had to accept. "To manage your mind, know that there is nothing, and then relinquish all attachment to nothingness." [-Lao Tzu] |
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- keep on f l y i n g - By tamlin. September 20, 2011 at 11:31:51 PM
BURNT FLOWER. - By Rio September 21, 2011 at 00:18:39 AM
when I need you the most - By s o u l } September 21, 2011 at 07:40:36 AM
OOC - By Sierra September 24, 2011 at 03:17:05 PM
Three posts in one! - By Skyscraper,Sunshine,Rainwhisper September 25, 2011 at 00:42:25 AM
My Demon Is With The Moon - By Demon Moon October 2, 2011 at 03:46:57 PM
the real me, forever hidden; - By Venga; October 3, 2011 at 00:19:01 AM
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