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 January 2, 2012 at 07:17:01 AM by raylen
because tonight will be the night that i will fall for you, over again I can't do this anymore. Satowra -- just her name sends mixed feelings racing through my veins -- came back. But only briefly; brief enough to make excuses for her abandonment, brief enough to see her love again and then like a phantom, she just floated away. She left again. That is what Satowra is; formerly, a great queen but now, she is a ghost. The only remnants of her, that signify that she once existed in her moonlit, night-sky glory, are the smells drifting along the borders and especially in the clearing where she first appeared. At first, when I ran, there was only fury boiling through me. Anger, that she'd betrayed us again. Once, twice. I would've been even more so had she stayed long enough to official take control of Bright Moon again. I am loyal, but not that much. But now, now as I walk back from what has now been dubbed as my mourning spot, there is only dismal resignation. I have no control over when she comes and when she goes, just as I have no control over what she does when she is here. Pack politics seem to not matter so much to me, anymore.
I am also somewhat annoyed at Tamlin -- not that I'd say anything. He was ready to take her in with an open heart. He was ready to give up his spot as leader -- the most important spot in the pack -- to her. I shudder to think what would become of my beloved home if it had actually happened. As of now, I am not aware as to who is actually the alpha. I assume it's Tamlin, and I also assume that I'll be kicked down but again, why would I care? There are two wolves and only two wolves who I truly miss; Rio and Misty. Rio, because he is as close to me as a blood-brother might be. Misty, because she has transformed from a simple acquaintance, another newcomer to make small talk with, to a confidant and someone who understands me. I blink slowly, padding past the border with the slightest of hesitance in my step; a moment's pause just before walking over the invisible scent-line marking the outskirts of Bright Moon. It all looks the same, from the outside. On the inside, though, there are jagged tears and fractures and breaks, hidden and quiet so not to attract negative attention. I suppose I should begin border duty once more, so I stroll along the borders, taking in the new smells and refreshed older ones. My tail swings slowly in the air, unsure, and I'm sure there is some amount of unhappiness and detachment in the teal of my eyes. As I walk, I smell Misty, familiarity that makes me smile slightly. My ears prick and twist as words roll over the breeze, the voice soothing like a long-lost melody. "Something new to see, indeed," I say quietly as I make my way up to the white girl and the new comrade. "It's been quite some time, stranger," I tell her, and then turn to the male. "My name is Raylen," I say, my smile as warm as possible. "I am the... beta of Bright Moon. Who are you?" There is a soft pause, because I don't know what rank I hold here anymore. or i won't live to see another day |
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