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 October 4, 2011 at 01:32:38 AM by tamlin.
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& you only see what you want to see Time passes in what is far from silence. Although his wolves do not speak save for their various responses to his formal salutations, there is more than enough action in the moon washed clearing to keep things interesting. His nose twitches, drawing in the scents of the wolves gathered around him, the wolves who looked up to him and acknowledged him. He memorized each separate aroma, storing it in his memory. He would cherish each scent and it's corresponding wolf forever, for they had proven their loyalty to him through their noble actions. When the delicate russet brujita had risen, he had allowed his facial to twist from it's small smile back to sophisticated nonchalance. She had not spoken again, so he felt no need to engage in further conversation with her. His attention had shifted to the quiet girl who had waited so patiently before. She had then spoken, her tones velvety and soft. Hie met her grayish gaze evenly before the eye contact was broken by her shifting positions by bending into a half-bow. His navy gazers followed her motion. He watched her for a moment before speaking, his tones reserved but not unkind in the slightest. “You are welcome, Rainwhisper.” His attentions, which had the moment before been occupied with Rainwhisper, had shifted back to the other two wolves, who seemed to be getting along not too badly. Various responses and reactions had shifted back and forth and a few things had transpired, although none of them too consequential, before the heady musk of a wolf he actually knew , Rio, had graced the clearing. The ivory alpha waited silently, patiently, for the scent to realize itself in the form of the earth-toned hunter that he had met at the first meeting that Bright Moon pack had experienced since the fire that had cloaked it so thoroughly in the obsidian colors of ash and charcoal. Of course, thoughts of Rio went hand in hand with thoughts of Satowra, which where, at the moment, things to be avoided, so he quickly stuffed his musings in some concealed corner of his mind and went about his business, which was, at the moment, the form of Rio that had just materialized out of the foliage. Head down, tail down, Rio was a shadow of his former self. All of the male's buoyancy and light hearted glory seemed to have been stripped away by Satowra's absence. The angles of Tamlin's face softened noticeably as his strong glance fell upon the other wolf. “Rio.” It is a statement, a simple statement, as if to confirm the apparition that stood before him as one bearing an identity. The lilting voice continued it's lyrics after a slight pause. “Consider yourself pardoned.” And with that, he smiles. The first real smile since the beginning of the meeting was bestowed on the reclining beast before him. “I missed you, Rio.” Now, in any other tone it would sound creepy and maybe a nit stalker-like, perhaps gay even, but with Tamlin it was a merely stating the obvious. All this interaction passed in a whirlwind of seconds. Tamlin gave a grateful nod to the boy before turning his crown to fix his pristinely dark blue gaze on the shadowy hued wolf who slunk out of the edge of the area and into his direct area of attention. He had, of course, sensed her while he was speaking to Rio, but hadn't wanted to tarnish their first reunion by putting on hold for the elusive she-wolf. Now he offered her his mostly undivided attention. Every move she made was that of a huntress, smooth and slinking. She moved closer, lowering more with each crouched step. Soon she was practically bellying forward. “I would be honoured to accept your service, Soul.” The way he says it – with such obvious acceptance and thankfulness, takes the stink of formality out of his words. They are free, finally his own. “You may rise.” So far, he hadn't made the awkward mistake of forgetting to permit a warrior to stand and having them lay there while he wondered what was wrong; he wasn't keen on starting now. What a night! Despite the fact that the meeting had been adjoined for some time, wolves kept pouring in. He transferred his attention to the newest arrival, a cool-looking red brute with calculating amber eyes. Tamlin cocked his head to the side quizzically, recognizing what could be a dominant soul. His stance straightened. “Please submit to be accepted.” Once again his lilting tones had taken on the polite, formal tone. While he exchanged words with that brujo, the night wind wafted a pair of scents to his nostrils. One of a fea he hadn't met and the other of one of his loyal warriors, Wolftail. As the girl neared and bowed, he nodded his head without pressing her for information. She seemed nervous and he would have plenty of time to make her acquaintance during the pack hunt. He had thought the stream of newcomers was beginning to abate he was proved wrong. It was the delicate perfume of another fatale. He waited patiently as her scent grew stronger and was eventually accompanied by faint sounds of passage that also grew more fierce as she neared the huddled pack. Speaking of which, Tamlin was getting claustrophobic with all the wolves crowding him, however, he chose to ignore his uneasiness in favor of his happiness at their presence. He gave them all a pleased look as his gaze swept over them before returning his sight to where a grey princess had appeared. He turned to her with inquisitive eyes, scrutinizing her form. She spoke and he listened, cupping his tulips in her general direction. “There is no need to apologize, Twilight. Welcome to Bright Moon.” pro omnibus nobis Dux de Bright Lunae |
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- My Demon Is With The Moon - By Demon Moon October 4, 2011 at 02:37:39 PM
BURNT FLOWER. - By Rio October 5, 2011 at 01:53:06 AM
[ subtle emphasis ] - By Omni Cader October 6, 2011 at 01:48:45 AM
MY Demon Is With The Moon - By Demon Moon October 6, 2011 at 10:44:36 PM
the real me, forever hidden; - By Venga; October 8, 2011 at 00:39:52 AM
This Dream Turned Nightmare... - By Sage River Lykoi October 8, 2011 at 05:25:10 PM
committer - By Chrno October 9, 2011 at 02:23:49 AM
Grab me by the horns - By Tauros October 9, 2011 at 12:46:26 PM
And Set Me Free - By Ateri October 9, 2011 at 05:31:24 PM
We're all tools of the government - By Twilight Dream October 10, 2011 at 09:10:37 PM
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