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 28, 2011 at 03:30:22 AM by Misty
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I glance up to see slight shock and maybe regret(?) in Raylen's eyes after I answer his question. I guess he could sense my nerves fluttering as I speak, though its not because of anything he said. Its more like old memories haunting me as always. When I mention a friend, I notice the slight uplift of his lips and my eyes look elsewhere, guessing that he found a connection there whether I wanted him to or not. True, when I think of friends, the only one I really have to relate to right now is the golden furred male before me. In fact, I think he's the first wolf I think I've managed to have a conversation with, no matter how short, since coming to Blossom. I never even talked to my former alphas Plague and Kimani as much. I did talk to a young female at the borders of Andere Siete for a while, but that was right before Plague came dashing in and ruined the moment with growls and angry eyes, sending the female packing. What can I say? I've get a thing for finding the wolves much like myself: scared, uncertain...it's just how I roll. My gaze moves to Journey as she slowly gets to her paws, making sure to hold the broken one out to the side where it won't hit the ground. My heart sinks in my chest for her, sympathy flooding my eyes, wondering just how I can help her. She stands strongly before us even so, a brave smile on her face as she declines being carried. I nod in understanding, my eyes finding Raylen again, wondering how to proceed since he's kind of the guy in charge here. He shrugs off her response, answering back that his den isn't far. I can't help but smile a little at his kindness, offering his own den to a cub he doesn't know. I also can't help but raise an invisible eyebrow at the last bit of his answer though, the "you'll talk" part. Is that a little bit of a command to Journey to explain or else? Or is it more of a kinder request that he wants to know what happened to her? I want to lean more toward the second option but I guess we'll see in the long run. With that, he turns on his heel and starts toward the den. With a soft sigh, I follow in his wake, hoping that he'd meant for me to come along as well. I keep one ear out for Journey, keeping my pace light so she can easily keep up. I catch Ray's quick glances every few steps and it lightens my heart to think of how much he cares for those in his pack, and in Journey's case, those not even accepted into the pack.It'd be nice if more pack wolves were like him. Finally we reach his den and I find my bright gaze surveying the black empty darkness. Once inside, I decide that it's quite cozy, though a little...bare. I can't say that I expected anything else but maybe its just that I haven't been inside a den in a while. Mostly I've been sleeping under the thick branches of old trees. It worked. Ray is quick to jump straight down to business, turning to Journey to ask her about her parents. I go silent, my gaze traveling meekly toward her, remembering the thoughtfulness on her face when I talked about her mother before. Curiosity seeps into my gaze, wondering what her answer will be. I can instantly see the discomfort in her face as she looks down at the ground and my heart goes out to her, wishing her strength. She finally answers, though slowly, telling Ray that yes, she is alone. I wait for her to go on, and my eyes widen in shock and fear as she brings up the one thing I've heard few things about and that's what scares me most...hunters. I know them to be humans but I don't know much else than that other than wolves avoid them at all costs. That leads me to believe that they're bad. The thought that her parents are dead and hunters are associated also leads me to believe that they're bad. Very bed. My heart seems to stop in my chest as I shrivel where I sit, eyes slowly lifting toward Ray's, wondering how he will react. Finally I look again at Journey, a soft reassuring smile tugging at my lips. I'm so sorry for your loss, Journey. I hope she can see the sincerity in my eyes. |
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- let me hate you, let me break you - By raylen November 28, 2011 at 03:41:28 AM
it sure left its mark on us. - By Journey November 28, 2011 at 10:46:46 PM
heart is breaking, barely breathing - By Misty November 29, 2011 at 04:35:46 AM
It sure left its mark on us. - By Journey November 30, 2011 at 00:20:35 AM