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 17, 2011 at 08:10:36 AM by Marx
The Abendrot wind had picked up and although it brought no new scent’s. Marx kept tasting it, knowing something was soon about to unveil itself to him, he simply didn’t know what. He trotted along in a wolf trot gait, the tireless gait a wolf could keep up for days on end. An old but strong scent brought itself forth continually as Kershov and wolves left the pack in abundance. Marx halted sharply and turned in a counter clockwise direction, throwing a quick glance to Enigma. She would need to go anyhow, being General and 2nd in the chain of Command. Marx let his limbs carry him, a black, sliver-striped shadow darting through the forest, faster and faster until there was no more speed only endurance. He noticed main landmarks and the crossing of the border, and immediately tailed Kershov’s scent and no doubt Enigma was on his tail as well. His paws slapped the ground as he ran, silken robes shifting loosely over muscled frame. Running had never felt so good as when there was a goal at the end. Kershov’s call spurred him on and he approached the border, slowing only when in sight of the arctic king. He stayed respectful and approached slowly, low in character. Things must be taken carefully for the prisoner of Abendrot.
He was less than nothing.
My King.
A humble bow sufficed, if Kershov bothered to turn to look, as he folded his ears flat and formally gave a respectful greeting. He then returned to a normal, yet low character, although his size made it impossible to get much lower, it was clear he knew his place from one glance. He did the same to Deadly Mamba; the beautiful sphinx did look lovely in every time of the day. Marx scented the air, searching for pack mates from Bright Moon, a border he had passed many times while growing up. Although, he had inhabited it while any wolves did not claim it. It had seemed rather uninhabitable, to him, it still did. He looked upon the land with fond memories, but his face was passive and cold and hard as stone. He stared directly ahead, ready and willing for any king’s orders or a simple day of assisting the king made peace treaties with neighbouring packs. He had arrived second, after Deadly Mamba, but no doubt soon the other wolves of Abendrot would descend and Bright Moon would know winter’s wrath. Not that anyone would be harmed, of course.
Just a friendly little chat in the mid-afternoon.
Winter is coming.
Replies:
- Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma December 17, 2011 at 08:23:13 AM
& hope won't save you now - By fallacy December 20, 2011 at 01:25:44 AM
Dug my way out Blood and Fire - By Aviias December 22, 2011 at 01:29:04 AM
ICE KING - By KERSHOV December 22, 2011 at 03:25:23 AM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma December 25, 2011 at 00:02:28 AM
The real me, Forever hidden; - By Venga; December 27, 2011 at 04:39:43 PM
Dug my way out Blood and Fire - By Aviias December 27, 2011 at 07:23:17 PM
snake b i t e - By Deadly Mamba December 28, 2011 at 05:10:16 AM
The real me, Forever hidden; - By Venga; December 29, 2011 at 10:17:46 PM