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 10, 2012 at 04:50:27 AM by KERSHOV
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Aviias trotted right up like a good little ambassador, earning her a reluctant mutter of gratefulness from her King. It had been a stretch on Kershov’s part to order the (arguably) most volatile member of his pack to speak with the other army, but Aviias was apparently adept at her job. From this distance, it didn’t seem as if she had tried to attack the Bright Moonian. Perhaps there was a capacity to understand orders in that thick skull of hers yet— Her slightly saucy remark inspired a less gratified response from the alabaster gangster. He paused halfway through another tree-disembowelment, talons embedded deeply in ridged grey bark. The subzero obsidian stare he coolly served her clearly read, well done, Omega, but please proceed. In order to achieve Ker’s ever clandestine goals, Aviias needed to continue distracting the tawny dove, keep her relaxed—or at least not on the defensive. Abendrot needed allies . . . or, more realistically, friendly neighbors. If his soldiers were going to fuck everything up, better be in front of Bright Moon’s Alpha to really go for it. None of this petty small-fish contention. Kershov finished raking three more trees before his sensitive auds detected a rising problem. Bottomless black eyes cut over toward yonder border. Sure enough, the timorous mouse that had stepped out of Bright Moon territory had found reason to quarrel with Aviias and Fallacy. His she-wolves were admittedly close to the opposite fence; however, the frost-born Pharaoh saw no immediate reason as to why the stranger should be so upset. The last thing Kershov wanted was for this sandy sheila to call for reinforcements. “Enigma, Marx, join Mamba by our outer walls.” Kershov barked the command, confident that his voice would be heeded with the same dignity and efficiency they were always heeded by his soldiers. He unwillingly stepped out of his kingdom into the neutral grounds of no-wolf’s land, right between Abendrot and Bright Moon. At first, he did nothing, strenuously testing his trust of Aviias’s volcanic nature and Fallacy’s collected but somewhat unnerving stillness. Then another lady crept from the forest’s embrace, a pale Bright Moonian with a similar careful way of carrying her delicate frame. She stepped up beside the irritated blonde and acknowledged Aviias and Fallacy before singing a song for her Alpha to come. Kershov instantly turned tail to fall back to his borders. “Change of plans—for now. Enigma, Marx, Mamba: spread out a bit along the border. Stop marking. I want to see where this goes. Should anything happen, rush to Bright Moon’s border immediately. Otherwise . . . wait for a signal.” Ker did not specify what this signal was—his gladiators would not be insulted with him inventing some sort of sign they’d all remember. They knew him well enough and possessed enough cunning to discern when they were needed. “Actually . . . if you could step into the wastelands, I’d greatly appreciate it.” The Ice King himself trotted up toward the opposite territory line. His banner sailed proudly behind him, but he made it wag in a nearly friendly manner, wanting to approach like a benevolent ruler—not a vicious tyrant. His ears perked alertly atop his crown; his mask stayed as expressionless as it could with its multitude of facial rips. “Good morning, ladies. May I join the conversation?” Ker halted right in front of the border line, a respectful distance away. With a flick of his tail, he called Aviias back to his side, leaving Fallacy to continue her work. “I am Kershov, Alpha of Abendrot. I must say that I admire both of your attention to your borders. Very . . . diligent.” | |
Replies:
- The real me, Forever hidden;gonna squeeze in here. - By Venga; January 12, 2012 at 01:29:38 AM
f l y - By fallacy & tamlin January 10, 2012 at 10:34:41 PM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma January 14, 2012 at 03:56:29 AM
equality is what I stand for - By Marx January 14, 2012 at 11:30:07 AM
:: If you truly knew, would you still love me :: - By 'Lolani January 27, 2012 at 05:52:00 AM
A drop in the ocean - By Oceanmist January 27, 2012 at 02:27:35 PM
Winter is coming - By Marx January 31, 2012 at 11:40:00 AM
ICE KING - By KERSHOV February 1, 2012 at 03:42:48 AM
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