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 11:31:51 PM by tamlin.










Inch by inch, the moon gained height until it glowed near it's zenith. The glowing orb was like fat, silvery pearl resting in a bed of velvet. The stars that glowed around the lunar queen where like numerous handfuls of minuscule diamonds that had been carefully scattered amongst the folds of the pearl's nest. Under the beauty of the sky and standing among the night scenery, a wolf could seem almost irrelevant. Yet there was something about Tamlin, the timeless patience which he waited for his members to be drawn to the howl, the aloofness which he held himself and the aura about him that made him catch the eye of any casual observer. He was like a wraith in the shadows, a being woven from moonlight, liquid in grace and dominant in bearing. His tail curved in an arc over his spine, enforcing his position to anyone who hadn't taken the time to notice his heady musk on the scent markers. Unlike many other wolves with alpha status, Tamlin had not fought with the previous alpha for his title. He had never aspired for such a high rank. The acceptance of the throne of Bright Moon had been a decision that caused the limber stag a great deal of internal pain. Perhaps it had been naive, immature even, but he had not wanted to accept himself as the leader, for doing that meant that he had accepted that Satowra was not coming back. He had, of course, finally come to his senses and was now back on track. His personality, for a while, had undergone some changes. Some of his vulnerability had leaked through during his period of great sorrow, a fact that had the baron wince. But it, too, had gradually healed with time. He was back to being himself: a cool, collected masculine. He was a good judge of character and always thought a great deal before making a final decision.

And being the alpha of Bright Moon was his final decision. The silent prince did not wait long before his howl was answered.

The first hint of wolves coming – scents, were brought to the male's alert nose by a light wind that blew, tousling his coat and whistling by ears as it blew the heavy scents of two females toward him. He cocked his head to the side in wary expectation as the loud crashing of foliage announced their not to stealthy arrival. He almost smiled, but was held back by the memories of his own silent approach to Bright Moon and memories of Satowra's beautiful, mismatched luminaries as they stared him down in a way that commanded so much respect that the pride that he had conducted himself with all his life simply evaporated. He was not lost in his musings, and hence was not in the least surprised when two slim femme's parted the bushes and stepped into the clearing. His first impression was nothing short of sheer bewilderment, but he held himself back from releasing any emotions that would display him as such. “What brings you to Bright Moon, Wibbly-Wobbly, Time?” Both russet girls lowered themselves into bows, Wobbly's playful and Time's courteous. “You both may rise.” His lilting voice held a tinge of the amusement he felt toward their antics as he spoke.

He had barely a moment to recover from the strange siblings when a set of three smells assaulted his nares. He raised his head to it's noble height and glanced toward where the next wolf would no doubt appear. His dark blue eyes remained mainly fixated on the spot – only darting occasionally as to better examine the strange duo – so he could fully scrutinize the wolfess (for that is what she was, he could tell by scent) when she arrived. And arrive she did, gracefully weaving her tall and sinuous body around the tight foliage and into the clearing. She was a teen, but quite large and evidently quite accustomed to her height. He met her blue green gaze evenly for a moment before she walked forward and cast her lot with him by lowering himself at his paws in complete submission. He flicked his aud backwards but otherwise did not show any of his battling emotions. His calm did not dissipate as he leaned forward so he was looming over her in a way that was dominant but not threatening. “It is pleasant to make your acquaintance, Skyscraper. You would be most welcome here. Stand as the newest member of Bright Moon.” He took a lithe step back to allow her standing room. His opinion toward this gal was quite high. She conducted herself with dignity, but was not hesitant in submitting to him, proving that she was a good pack wolf. He allowed himself to bestow a tiny smile, a barest curving of his lips, toward the assembled warriors before his attention was drawn to yet another fatale perfume.

A brown girl pranced merrily into the clearing, her face set in a beaming smile and flattened herself before him into a complete bow. Her happiness would have been contagious to another wolf, but did no more to Tamlin than it would to a vaguely impressionable rock. Meaning that he offered her a friendly inclination of his pastel-furred skull before again flashing the same half-smile that he had given the others, this time in her direction. "Greetings, Sunshine. My name is Tamlin.” He stepped forward and lightly contacted his cold nose to the hollow of her throat. It was a gesture that seemed to say 'trust me'. If the varg in front of him did not have enough confidence in him to lay still, they would not be considered completely worthy and loyal. Tamlin chose to demonstrate this act for this small girl because he felt that she would be able to pass the test. Other wolves, ones with hard pasts, histories of woe that brought about alpha issues, would most definitely be pardoned and spared from the stress, but he was moved by instinct as he lingered for a moment before withdrawing. “I would be pleased to count you as one of my warriors.” His voice was approving and gentle as he shuffled his long, cream hued limbs and brought himself into a less menacing and more convenient position.

“Do not think you have been forgotten, Miss.” He turned his attention to the wolf who had arrived a few moments before. “I am most thankful for your patience.” His handsome figure had shifted to the side so he could fully face her. His tail remained in it's scorpion position, but there was nothing in his stance that indicated aggression, over dominance, or anything other than calm, assertiveness. Despite the fact that repetitive greetings where fast becoming exasperating, Tamlin was completely at peace with himself and his role in the pack. He offered the lurking wolf the same miniature ghost of a grin. He didn't have time to get any further than that with the new girl, as the sound of swift but quiet paws hit his erect harks. A pretty warrioress entered the clearing and brushed her haunches to the earth in a sit. “Hello, Koa." He gave a dip of his cranium to the white fae before glancing around the rapidly filling area with satisfaction. Satowra's Bright Moon, his Bright Moon, was alive and thriving once more.

After Koa came Ateri, one of the slightly older members. Her scent far proceeded the faint sounds of her passage through the gnarled trees and new growth. He turned his apex toward her, the expression on his muzzle mostly unreadable, but definitely not disapproving. As she appeared in the place, he was struck by the musk that clung to her cloak. He recognized the smell. It was Tarous, the only wolf to ever be turned out of Bright Moon. The cool expression in Tamlin's midnight blue eyes hardened before softening again. His decision had been made. If Tarous came to Bright Moon and behaved appropriately, he would lift his exile and allow the masculi entrance. "Ateri." His voice was low as he acknowledged her presence. All in all, Tamlin quite liked Ateri. She was a supportive, friendly wolfess who had a kind word for everyone. She had helped him get through the dark time directly after his mistress, Satowra, had made herself a part of Bright Moon's history rather than it's present. He directed a wiggle of his magnificent snowy plumage in her direction.

For a few moments he thought that no more would come. However, he was proved wrong when the wind whipped the scent of a male toward his nostrils. Finally another boy! Tamlin had been worried that he would be drowning in estrogen for a while. This hessian would be a perfect offset to all the femininity at the meeting. The dragon spoke, his voice courteous and respectful. Although the stiff formality was beginning to tire Tamlin, he was pleased at the brujo's words. After speaking, the fellow demon wasted no time in lowering his well muscled, white and terra toned, thick furred body to the soil. Tamlin glanced down at his submitting potential member and allowed his quiet lyrics to grace the still night air. "You will find yourself quite welcome to join. Stand, Scythe, as member of Bright Moon.”

Whilst he was greeting Scythe, Omni Cader had shown himself. Tamlin could not say that he knew the turquoise eyed, white male that well. Despite the fact that they had not known each other for very long, the off-white alpha felt that he could understand the other quite well. A sense of kinship born of loss was could be felt between them. They had both experienced the loss of Satowra and both still grieved for her, although in their separate ways. Tamlin had chosen to be strong, to dedicate his life and his alphaship to her memory, while Omni, he presumed, had yet to decide what to do with his new, Satowraless existence. His friend (for that is what he thought of Omni as) walked closer slowly, each pawstep full of importance. His jaws where clenched around the dead body of a freshly killed bird. As Omni Cader neared Tamlin, he relieved himself of the burden by parting his jowls and dropping the corpse at Tamlin's silver paws. His head is lowered submissively and he lingered in the position of a formal bow. “Omni Cader. Thank you." Tamlin's voice holds a soft edge unlike before. He is truly grateful to the older male before him, not so much for the prey but for everything. The shared pain, the lack of judgement, and, most of all, for his support.

He glanced at his gathering band with joy in his heart and determination in his mind and addresses the small group as a whole. “I will wait for Raylen and whatever other stragglers chose to come before saying anything of value.”


pro omnibus nobis
Dux de Bright Lunae




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