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 November 17, 2011 at 06:02:05 AM by raylen
She is back. I know this, just as surely as I know that my heart beats and my eyes see. I know this because her smell - still familiar yet not holding the same meaning to me as it once did - is thick and heavy in my nose. I can almost taste her essence on the wind as if it's carrying her to me by itself, and she is stale in the back of my throat. Blooming hope sprouts in my chest, because Satowra is back. Because she is real now, real and true. But how am I to trust her once more? She is not our queen any longer. My heart tells me she has abandoned me just as Soul had and that does not make her any better than my past love. I know she still loves Omni Cader with every last fibre of her being but still, to some extent she and I shared a sort of bond; just like Rio and Omni and Tamlin had with her. I like to fancy us as the true warriors of Bright Moon, the real healers. We've never let her, our first alpha, stray from our minds and our memories. I think myself still faithful to her, but still I cannot help it if her name shrouds my heart in blackness. When I emerge from the brush to see her once more, golden fur still astonishingly bright, I inhale sharply at her appearance and betray my location. She is thinned and raggedy and no longer does she have the imposing nobility that first drew me to her. The effects of her exile shine in the mismatch of her eyes. She saddens me and yet still fury bubbles in my core. Many a night I've imagined what would happen if she would just come back. I imagine that I would leap for joy, that I'd be happy as if the Moon herself came with a blessing. But now, when that dream has become a frightening reality, nothing is there but cold, hard, truth and a distinct sense of betrayal. My brilliant teal eyes flash as I dip my head -- almost mockingly although I don't wish it so -- and state what I've wished to state. "Satowra," I say, voice huskier than I intend it to be. "My queen, you are back." [it's so crap, sorry] [ male | adult | teal eyed, golden furred | no love | second of bright moon | no pups ]
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Replies:
- ’o death. - By Rio November 27, 2011 at 02:20:57 AM
do not despair the quaking winds for fear shall surely find you hear - By Satowra November 27, 2011 at 05:47:44 PM
let me hate you, let me break you - By raylen November 27, 2011 at 10:11:08 PM
i used to believe - By tamlin. November 28, 2011 at 01:41:33 AM
- By . November 18, 2011 at 10:35:52 PM