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 26, 2011 at 06:09:22 PM by Satowra
Life is not a motion given to making up its mind. Each day is riddled with uncertainties, every moment a precipice from which one might fall or fly. No action in time has a set outcome or reaction. Each is simply a single woven strand of a fabric being forever torn apart by unseen fingers. No amount of unuttered prayers or silent pleas can alter that which is to come. Thus, whatever actions one chooses to radiate in the circumference of the single, minute filament they occupy must be chosen carefully with every opposing reaction played out like a film in the consciousness. However, even with this precaution, one cannot be prepared for every untimely surprise existence sees fit to dish out. One can only prepare oneself to handle any situation with the poise and grace of a demigod. Satowra possessed no such form. Ebony paws dragged through the dust as she trudged the terra of Bright Moon. Her mind recalled what hope she had felt as the beauty surrounding her made her chest swell, yet her heart felt only the bitter chasm of remorse forging a rift between twin peaks of agony. Though longing was clearly evident in her globes, there was nobody to look upon them. How had she, proud queen of a new pack, managed to plummet through the hierarchy until she became so lowly it seemed a crime for any to look upon her. The wolves she had met had been friendly but distant. None of them seemed to have ever met her, and those that did refused to even dip their heads in terse greeting, nevermind treat her with any vague form of reverence whatsoever. Swallowing her pride as she was so used to doing, she took to skirting the territory in an effort to avoid the deliberate excluding of her seemingly foreign frame from the core of the pack. Unfortunately, she was so successful at evading company that she had seen neither hide nor hair of her dearest friends. The very thought of their names sent a shiver of warmth through her neglected pelt, closely followed by the icy claws of fear gripping her throat. What if they were deliberately spurning her too? What if her presence was unwelcome? Sighing heavily, she managed to push such thoughts from her head as she continued making her slow circuit around the border of her once cherished pack. Her broken heart entertained the notion of returning as a warrior in Saw Tooth, where she was certain she would be received warmly. The other half growled cunningly, telling her to find her former beta and fight for it. A flock of grouse rushed suddenly out of the bush beside her, cackling manically as though laughing at her while they raced across the beaten path. Her slender muzzle jerked upwards and she froze, one paw suspended in that limbo between earth and sky, allowing the feathery menaces to pass her by. They were right, of course. She would not act on her ideas, being either too sentimental or too cowardly to launch her frame into action. Resuming her walk of shame, she began to sift through the text messages of the breeze in the hopes of tasting the comforting tang of a familiar face. A whorl of aromas tickled her palate, but she was unable to untangle or discern one wolf’s perfume from another. The air was far too fresh and peppered with the fragrance of a thousand blooming flowers. Deciding to follow a whim, Satowra veered from the track and into the bushes. They clawed and scratched at the fur on her chest, but she did not even notice their presence. Her focus was too centred on the prospect of regrowth. Realising her dogged determination to continue, the landscape suddenly opened out to reveal a carpet of blossoms stretching kilometres before her. The sight was so beautiful it stole Satowra’s breath, and she was moved beyond comprehension. Though she was no longer on the throne to take credit for it, she knew that the revival of Bright Moon was solely contributed to her paws. Tamlin had seemed to handle the maintenance pretty well, but he would have no pack to maintain if it hadn’t been for her. The thought made her feel disloyal, but it was strangely consoling in the midst of her broiling pain. Taking two tentative steps forward, she found herself engulfed in the rolling ocean of gently moving flowers that had sprung from the ash of the past. They were of every conceivable hue, an ocean of colour outdoing even Blossom Field in splendour and variety. Muttering a prayer of thanks, the black wolf let go of her restraints and began to lope. Her long and capable stilts carried her faithfully as ever over the soft landscape of her home, giving her the welcome she had for so long been denied. Her barks of delight would have been audible for miles, but she could no longer care. With the orange sun shining down upon her spine and her paws traversing the rainbow, who could blame her? Though her acrobatics skills were sorely lacking, she launched herself into a rough roly-poly, much like a pup still unsteady on its legs. The ground rose to meet her, though it did not chastise her with a hard landing. Instead the springy turf launched her once more into the firmament, and she came crashing down once more, though this time in a pounce. Butterflies and bees rose up around her like a mist as she disturbed them from their gorging, and she snapped at the ones around her head in reckless abandon. Her wagging tail spoke of her happiness as she rolled about in the flowers, finally stilled when she collapsed in a panting heap of exhaustion. She had strived to be a part of rejuvenation for so long that even one involving only the landscape beneath her was enough to satisfy her. For the moment, loneliness had been brought down as an injured doe and slaughtered in the same manner, bleeding quietly beside regret and sorrow. Of course, they would later rise to haunt her, but she chose to forget about that and give herself wholly to the moment. In her heart, she could not fathom any way to make the experience more perfect. Except, perhaps, one. OOC I don’t think I even need to tell you that I’m rusty. It is clearly evident in this miserable piece of writing. Hopefully though, I’ll be back on form soon <3333 xxxxxx I see through the eye of the storm;
{ Satowra | Alpha of Bright Moon | ebony with a white face and a white, lightning-jagged mark on her flank | female | four years of age | lover of none}  |
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- as the sun meets the moon - By Omni Cader November 27, 2011 at 07:37:59 AM
a pair forbidden by fate, they keep one another glowing - By Satowra December 1, 2011 at 06:09:22 PM
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