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?"

Refresh/Reload

let me hate you, let me break you [MY LOVES <3]
IP: 50.53.172.35

He feels light, and happy, and free.
The beta male has returned home after a long absence during which he'd pondered over whether he, a broken, soft, pathetic golden wolf is worthy of such a title, especially coming from such a strong male as Tamlin. Why is he good enough for this? How will he prove himself to be the second-in-command every pack deserves when there are males like his brother Rio or females like... like Soul? Raylen is drowning in self-doubt but his inner turmoil is torn by the fact that for the first time in days -- no, weeks -- he has set foot in Bright Moon. He smells the familiarity; ash, Tamlin, Rio, Satowra, Omni Cader. Lunar flowers, love. Rebirth, growth. Everything that symbolizes Bright Moon and more.
And Raylen, the normally quiet boy who only occasionally radiates mirth stands there past the borders with his tail held arched over his back, wagging so hard the muscles of his backside feel like they're being tugged to death. There is a vibrant smile on his face and happiness in his vivid teal eyes. He is the epitome of beauty and joy and sunshine for the first time since Soul.
Ray is a pack wolf, a boy whose life comes only after the lives of his brothers and sisters. Raylen is the wolf who will sacrifice himself to see another laugh once more. Raylen is the wolf who will become omega to see a rightful alpha rise. Raylen is the wolf who will act like a fool after being deprived of seeing his family for so long.
What if they shun him? Oh, god. That would be his death. What if Tamlin deems him unfit to be a part of his ranks? Paranoia clouds his mind. No, no. That will not happen. These are his warriors. These are his friends and siblings, though not by blood, only by bonds which fall far deeper than such petty things such as ancestry.
So he doesn't care anymore.
His head is thrown back and his shadowed lips parted, a howl shattering the air through his grinning mouth. It says few things but those few things mean everything.
"My family, I am home."

Replies:
There have been no replies.



Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->