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 December 1, 2011 at 06:09:22 PM by Satowra
Her universe had become a dream, shrinking down from a vast and unattainable plethora of landscapes to a single, colourful reality lost on the fringes of time. The petals of thousands of flowers rained down around her, a memory held delicately between the slightly concave patchwork of veins netting just beneath the frail, silken skin of each one. Satowra watched them dance lightly earthwards from her undignified position, spine pressed against the loamy earth and paws waving like stalks in the breeze. An endless expanse of blue sky swallowed up all her somber thoughts and all her pain, leaving her clean and pure as a newly born pup. She reveled in such magnificent newness, enjoying the intricate beauty of such a wonderful, yet unfeasible, delusion. The thick, cloying perfume of her surroundings threatened to choke her, increasing as a petal carried on a rogue breeze alighted gently to stick to her wet nose. Rocking comically from side to side, she managed to bring her wayward legs back to earth where she preceded to arrange them neatly beneath her stomach, before sneezing repeatedly. The action dislodged the defiant petal from its damp perch, but it also helped to mask the none too silent approach of another racing from outside her peaceful abyss to disturb her peaceful contemplation. She didn’t even notice him until his careened into her flank, the force propelling him over her and knocking her onto her side once more. Sighing heavily, she rose and shook, the pall of happiness surrounding her dissipating slightly to be replaced by an air of apprehension, that is, until her head turned. The hallucination that met her mismatched globes then was enough to part her jaws and set her knees to shaking with wild abandon. He melted from her colourful, fabricated veracity, succeeding the utterance of her title as though it were the name of a goddess. She blanched, uncertainty weighting her judgment, but his laugh was sweet and cajoling enough to jerk her out of her stupor. After all, one could do what one wished in a dream. Leaping playfully, Satowra parted with her inhibitions and hurtled towards the beloved apparition, every hair of her burning with the same intolerable joy to be near him again. Upon reaching him she nipped his shoulder teasingly, not giving herself too much time to wonder at the dampness of his pelt but accepting it as another odd facet of this rare diamond that belonged to her and her alone. Whisking in and out of his reach, she barked and dodged and wagged her tail, her slender ebony legs a blur of motion to match the beating of her heart. Love bubbled in her veins like alcohol, drugging her on his very essence until she found herself abandoning all previous fun behavior. Suddenly still, she regarded him quietly before walking up to him and burying her muzzle in his sopping scruff. The wet hair clutched at her hungrily, pulling her downwards into a pit of deep despair as her fragmented existence met and became intertwined with her deepest desires until she could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. The experience was no more real to her than the sensation she had of flying after performing a particularly exemplary leap to land on the haunches of unsuspecting prey. Yet somehow, the icy skin felt so real to her, rasping against her coarse pelt. Licking him, she found that it tasted real too, but she would not admit that her experience was anything more than fictional. Pulling back, she filled her vision with the beauty that was Omni Cader, feasting on his soulful teal eyes and thrusting her muzzle into his fur periodically where she would mutter incoherent things until, finally, she composed herself enough o speak, “Ah, if only you knew how I have longed for this moment. To feel your nearness, taste your warmth on my tongue. Omni Cader, my love for you is like a storm-tossed ocean, hungry and violent, broiling for the merest hint of your essence to calm the wind and still the broiling tempest. If only you had given me the time to say ‘stay’ before you headed off into the vast unknown without me. I searched for you, oh how I searched for you in the reaches of my soul, but you were not there. And yet…yet I could never tell you thins if it were more than a simple fairytale. How could I gather up the courage to seek you out, nevermind tell you all that I have done? The answer is very simple, I could not. I can almost see the fire in your eyes, condemning me as Rio and Raylen have, as Bright Moon has. Was it not I who founded this place? I who gave it the push it needed to recover? I do not ask for glory or recognition. I simply crave a welcome back into my pack, the affection of those who truly have loved me,” here her head hung and she contemplated a bug crawling over her paws. Her words, though directed at Omni Cader, could not have been mistaken for anything else but a bitter monologue. It was as though Satowra was not really there, for nowhere in her heart could she make the serenity real. This Omni Cader, the one dripping before her eyes, was really only a figment of her tortured imagination, but one that she would not see stolen from her life again. Extending a paw, she rested it lightly on his, enjoying the false feeling of warmth and reality beneath her pad, “If only morning would never come, then you would not have to leave me again…,” OMG you and your modesty/craziness. Omegaface, that was an EPIC post! I loved it all, especially the way you can create a scene in such a vivid, sparkling manner by hinting at the scene without actually stating it. Have you tried your hand at poetry before? I think you would be breathtaking. Thank you love, though seriously I really am not posting very well. I hope my old spark comes back soon, nobody deserves a dud reply. Thank you so much for welcoming me back, and Omni will always be the only guy for Satness. She LOVES him. heheheheheh I love trees too!!!!! I missed you…..wait for it….MORE!!!! 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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