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 21, 2011 at 07:40:36 AM by s o u l }
| [[ sorry this sucks so hard and sorry my muse is rusty c....c; soul will get less psycho as we go on DX ]]
Count the steps, the steps around the border. Imagine how many more I need to get to them, to him, or him, or both. Not enough. I don’t have enough numbers yet. I don’t have the courage. I can’t go in there. I’m weak. A breath, a slow tortured heaving excuse for a breath. It’s enough though, to make me stop my pacing, to dull the wild gleam in my pale eyes. I know what I am, what I can’t do, why I’m here. I’m obsessed. A crazed wolf who tasted love and was corrupted, it was like a drug. It’s not like it wasn’t expected, I’d been searching for it for so long to suddenly happen upon it---I never realized how much it would change me. How weak and snivelling and whining I’ve become. It’s not me, never will be me…but it is. LOVE. It ate my strength, my power, and taken from my home and land it’s the only thing I can cling to. So I move again, move just outside of the scent border of his pack, their pack, not my pack. Onyx paws just on the outside of the wall, the invisible border that keeps me from him, them, both of them. Soft quiet laughter trickles from my lips, floating in the air for a moment before disappearing into the night. This is where I question myself and my sanity, what the hell I’m doing here. Why I’ve even bothered. The questions, I have so many for myself but I can never answer them. Doing that would be irrelevant anyway, it would only spur me on more. I’m obsessed yes, probably slightly disturbed in the head also now---silence and loneliness always seem to do that to me---I’ve been isolated ever since that run in with Rio. When we talked about how we were both broken, and I had smelled Raylen on him. Just when I had decided to get over him, when I wanted so bad to forget him…Rio comes around and my world shifts again. Raylen does that to me, always has done that to me. It was like fate, he was like fate, he was fate. He made things happen, makes them happen, makes me lose my mind and then find it again. I know I’m on the edge, ready to tip over and fall into that abyss that is known as insanity and madness and all of those great things that come with being unaware of what you’re doing. I know it, that’s why I’m so dangerous right now. Because I can be pushed beyond the edge. I’m pushing myself. I know that. Never was Raylen that drove me insane, it was me. All me. Count the times I’ve done it before. Too many. Too many. Why am I here on this border musing to myself how crazy this is? Winding up, up, up, tightening the muscles in my shoulders and hunching my slow pace. I’m too tight, I know it, too tight, I’m about to break. Spring open. Fall apart. I can’t live like this anymore. A sharp pain in my chest, I’ve been to this point before. Ready to tip over, I have to yank myself back up and I know where that thought leads, to not believing, to ignoring, to the pain of silence and isolation. But it’s the only way I can try to remain ME, or some sad shadow of ME. However broken and almost insane, no matter how obsessed…no matter how pathetic. A sigh, a thin sliver of a sigh. Then a howl, it was calling command, for those at the borders to come and those of his land to come and those who want to come…to come. For a moment I stand still, the only sound I make is my breathing. One heart beat, two heart beats, three, four, five. I can’t take it anymore. This silence around me, the way nothing speaks to me, nothing listens. Even if I hold no power I can make it, I can do it, I will. I run. Fast, hard, swerving to avoid trees and leaping over bushes and half rotten logs. The moonlight catchs my pelt, briefly silhouetting my figure. Dramatically I burst through the brush and into a clearing, the scent collection of many wolves hitting me with such force I jerk myself back suddenly. A familiar figure is there though, and I try to still the slight heave of my chest. “… apologize again for leaving without a word. I will of course gladly stand by your side if you should need me in any way.” My breath catches for a moment. Rio. Rio. Rio. He’s here, he’s here and everything will be better. I resist the urge to look for Raylen, his scent is not in the air. Slowly, very slowly, I walk forwards. My movements slinking and smooth, head lowered, tail slightly tucked, eyes averted. I know who I go to. I stop nearer to Rio than to the one I assume is the alpha, as he is the one everyone clusters around. “My name is Soul, and I have come to serve you.” It pains me to say so, to have my freedom ripped like this. Because after this, if he decides to accept me---I will have to follow his commands. For a moment I consider rolling over, a show of complete submission. I decide against it and lower myself slightly more, eyes firmly kept on his paws. Why am I here? Why did I come so quickly? What the hell am I doing? I can’t answer these questions. It would be irrelevant anyway. |
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- 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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