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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I pad slowly to the border of Bright Moon pack.
its about damn time i chose a pack.
i may hide who i really am but that doesnt mean i like being completely alone all the time.
i sigh, wishing i was someone else, anyone else.
someone who the past hasn't ripped apart leaving only a scared, fierce shell of a wolf behind.
im a touch apprehensive of joining a pack but i force my stilts to continue propelling me forward.
'fear cuts deeper than swords, fear cuts deeper than swords' i chant in my head.
these the words, among many others, taught to me by my trainer, a water dancer.
he was old but an all around better fighter than i was.
he taught me his ways and i have made them mine, practicing when i can.
he was always there for me no matter what.
god, i miss that old geezer !
oh well, i must focus on the here and now not the past.
it never did any good to dwell on the past, to wallow in the sadness the memories bring.
no i would not subject myself to such foolishness.
the past brings only painful things for me so i must use the pain to harden myself.
i never open up to anyone.
i never get close to anyone.
i always change how i am.
thats why the world never sees the real me.
now im at the border of the packlands.
i raise my muzzle to the rapidly darkening sky and howl my arrival, saying nothing in particular just making my presence known.
i stand stock still and wait.
my mismatched gold and sky blue pools dully glowing as they scan the area, searching for my visitor.


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