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 16, 2011 at 02:13:58 PM by tamlin.











& you only see what you want to see.
tell me can you see me?


pro omnibus nobis
Dux de Bright Lunae

The pack meeting had gone reasonably well, no arguments, no idiots trying to challenge him right of the bat. The ivory alpha hadn't been forced to pin anyone, nor had he been subjected to annoyances such as overly loud mouthed wolves. His warriors had behaved amiably and excellently. He was immensely proud of them for their gentle mingling, low, friendly tones and the way that the old members reached out to make the newcomers seem welcome, no matter what their circumstances were. Tamlin felt his lips twitch into a smirk at the thought of Skyscraper's teasing reaction to the words that he had aimed toward Tarous' auds. However, the smirk and the glowing feeling in his bosom were too good to last. They faded when his thoughts spoke out, loud, echoing in the catacombs of his mind. Satowra would have enjoyed that meeting... He cringed minutely, the merest twitching of his muscles unseen by anyone, for now he walked alone. Somehow, a tendril of his carefully shut away mindset had escaped the locked drawer in the back of his mind and was no running rampant across his musings. Tamlin sighed, glad to be able to finally make a noise, any noise, other than formal words, and wearily banished the thoughts from his mind.

He had decided that there would be an hour of downtime between the meeting and the hunt. He could smell that most of the members were out patrolling the borders. Picking up Rio's tangy musk, Tamlin picked up a swift lope, hoping to be able to share a few words with him before they went out on the hunt. The white stag enjoyed the red head's company, and had, true to his words, missed him considerably. Although he realized that Rio had probably needed the time to think and consider the loss of Satowra, Tamlin still wished that Rio could have stayed with the pack the entire time and not taken a strange hiatus. A leaf fell from a high up bough, landing on the brujo's milky coat as he went by. He had barely noticed the riotous colors of the trees until that point. He glanced up, following the descent of yet another fragile crimson toned bract fluttered to the ground at his paws. He HAD noticed them, but he hadn't exactly thought of it until now. As Tamlin padded through the dawn, he was able to comprehend that fall had struck and that winter was coming. He picked up his gallop again, digging his slender hinds into the foliage littered earth. He pushed a lot of speed out of his lithe body. Soon he was racing, running straight out for the sheer joy of it. Cool wind brushed against his face, pressing harder the faster he went. His ears flattened against his skullpan and his legs struck out with longer strides. It was as if he wished to become aerodynamic. For the first time in an extremely long couple of weeks, the snowy boy felt blissfully free. He leapt over a fallen log and let a bark of pure happiness float into the atmosphere. His noise of joy went unheeded by other wolves and was ignored by the towering tree trunks.

Eventually, however, he slowed. The reason for the fading of speed from his stilts was not exhaustion, for he was not tired in the least, but the sensing of a scent. He stopped althogether, allowing himself to come to a halt. His sides did not heave and his breath was not overly hurried, so he didn't have to wait even a milisecond before raising his head, parting his jowls and letting an influx of scents slide over his pearlies, tongue and down his trachea. Along the way, his nasal passages sorted through them. He was able to determine that the cause of the ruckus was a lone female on the borders, one who smelled somewhat different than usual, perhaps something was wrong with her? Demon Moon, Rio and Rainwhisper were already present and at the scene of this new development. If it had been but a normal newcomer, he would have taken his time in the approach of her – perhaps even watching silently to see how the newcomers, Demon and Rainwhisper, dealt with her, but since she smelled so strange, he felt the need to pick up a silent jog and head over to the scene with more speed than usual. He had been exploring the western border quite heavily in the last few days. His paws found there way unerringly along the faint but distinct trails that his previous footfalls had created. Due to these paths, he was able to get to the scene quite quickly.

He usually would have halted about twenty meters away from the cluster, but instead, he decided to make speed more his goal. He had been silent up until now, the wind had blown away his scent, so he felt the need to announce his arrival instead of nonchalantly stepping out of the forest like a ghost. His pristine glance sought the ground and he, spotting a likely twig laying there, placed his paw upon it and stepped down, causing a muffled but distinct crack. Deciding that he had done enough to alert them, he stepped out from behind a large tree trunk and seamlessly sauntered toward them, holding his tail over his back in the distinct alpha position that one of his rank was required by unspoken but much implied law to show. His plume arched over his spine, his muscular yet limber bodice coming forward with long, confident strides. Above the little scene, the clouds where beginning to converge in a threatening, roiling mass of dark grey, making the coming of rain obvious and the tail end of Rainwhisper's speech justified.

He walked forward until his dark eyes could make sense of what was going on. A female lay on the ground. By the bulge in her stomach, Tamlin was finally able to identify that she was heavily pregnant and about spill little squirming midgets all over the forest floor. Now, Tamlin had no problem with pups, not much experience, but he certainly didn't mind them, but he had one, huge problem. He had literally no idea what to do to help out in this situation. His didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, instead using his time to think rather than wasting his breath on useless words. Finally, he let his lilting voice caress the oppressive air of the woodland terra. He bestowed a small, hopefully reassuring smile on the maiden then opened his maw. “I would appreciate it if someone would instruct me in something helpful that I could be doing.” His snowy tail lowered, twitched, then raised again as his noble confidence returned.



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