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 2, 2011 at 05:22:08 AM by Misty
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I can see the kindness illuminating in Ray's eyes and it envelopes me, making my own chest lighten to know that he just wants to help this overwhelmed wolf. When he finally speaks, he nods his head and speaks in a soft tone, telling her that she is safe here. I can't help but look her way and send a gentle smile in reassurance of his words. I watch him step closer to her, praising his bravery even as my own paws stay firmly where they are. The female may have my sympathy, but she doesn't have my trust, not with the way she was growling earlier. A scared wolf can very well be a dangerous wolf. I can't help but smile softly when he tells her that he cares and then directs her to Romance River to wash herself in the clear waters. I tilt my head a bit at the way he talks of Romance River. I had thought most wolves would like the name and the way it sounds, like you can go there and find your other half, your soul mate. Not that I'm interested any time soon but still, the name has a certain charm, to me anyway. After speaking, he steps back and I wonder if it's to give her space or to give himself space. I smile again when he tells her that he will give her a shortened name. I glance in her direction though, wondering how she'll react. Perhaps she'll demand he call her by her full name? If so, I sympathize with him now. He even chuckles afterward and my ears prick forward eagerly at the sound. How long has it been since I laughed? Too long ago to remember. As the female starts pawing at her face, he frowns, concern once more in his stare. Ray glances confounded in my direction and I have no way to direct him, my own face surely showing the same puzzlement and slight terror at whatever could be happening to make her act like that. He alone has the bravery to speak up though, asking what's wrong. The female reacts by lashing out at the nearest tree and I find myself backing up a step or two in fear, my tail neatly tucked behind me as I tremble slightly, closing my eyes for a moment as memories flood back at the sudden rush of emotions. I hear murmurings from her, something about being blind and I shake my head, trying to relinquish the images of Hunter attacking whatever's closest before turning his bloodshot eyes on me. I see him walking slowly toward me, nothing left in his eyes but the need to bite as speckles of white foam cake his lips. The image fades as the female before me spits in anger, her own eyes still managing to show some emotion even through the fog of her new blindness. At least she still shows emotion, for now. I watch a single tear drop down her cheek followed by another and a small whine escapes my lips in sympathy for her. At her question, I start and look toward Ray, pretty sure I already know his answer but wanting to hear it just as well. For if they don't take the useless, what more am I? At her next words, my hackles bristle a little, some of the old defiance rising up in my withdrawn frame. Mating her? That's just sick and twisted. Why would someone do that? It's just wrong. She goes on, naming other wolves who I don't know and don't think I care to know after what she just said. At the end, she merely shrugs, all the while her cheeks get coated with tears. I want to reach out to her yet I'm scared to move lest she lash out again. I don't want to be in the way, not ever again. |
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