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 23, 2012 at 04:23:59 AM by raylen
because tonight will be the night that i will fall for you, over again I sigh softly as I pad back to Bright Moon, my steps slow and hesitant as I make my way through the thick forest of sprawling, tall evergreens which serves as a sort of barricade between us and the other packs, in addition to our normal, invisible borders of course. I know that my home will be just as desolately empty and solemn as it had been two days ago, when I'd left it to fend for itself. Perhaps it'll be even more so because there's really no one there. The occupants of Bright Moon are just as much of a comfort as the land itself is, and with none of my pack brothers or sisters there, it seems comfort will soon be something foreign -- at least for me. I know that all the members are here, lurking somewhere within the depths of Blossom Forest; they're just not active within the pack. I've only just had a conversation with one of them, in fact. A young female named Venga, the girl whom Tamlin had proclaimed before as the zeta, had served as my company for a few hours. At least speaking to her banished some of the loneliness swirling inside me.
With something almost like reluctance, I step past the borders. Behind them, I'm not the beta. I don't have to uphold the pack and I don't have to be the only one nurturing it when everyone's absent in this phantom haven. I won't have the heavy burden of responsibility weighing my shoulders down, making my movements and my life sluggish. Behind them I can just be Raylen. I can be Ray, the golden wolf with the soft eyes who's just another broken heart in the sea of nightmarish pasts and dismal angst. There are no expectations behind the borders of the pack and now I'm beginning to see that. But all this makes it seem like living as a pack wolf is a chore -- it's not. But sometimes, I need a little breathing room and I've got that. I departed knowing I'd have to come back eventually, even if it's just to soothe my own conscience. Of course, though, I miss my friends. But friends is not the word to describe how much affection and care I hold for them, a few in particular. My brothers and sisters mean everything to me, because they are the ones who've healed me and given me a reason to care again. It's only for them that I allow myself to smile, although that's a bit of a depressing thought. My ears twist atop the crown of my head and I growl softly in my throat because it's just as I expected earlier. Dead, almost. But no matter because I'll bring it back to life. Border patrol is rather dull, but I do it anyway. My limbs stretch into a long, elastic walk and I shake out my golden pelt, eyes trailing alertly along the way and tail swinging quietly behind me. It's not arched into a high position like it usually is because it doesn't really matter right now what my ranking is. I keep my nose in the air, taking in scents and processing them. It all smells the same -- the smoky fragrance of ash and refreshing life as well, but only for a few short minutes until I catch a whiff of something else. Another wolf, this one painfully familiar. Misty's my confidant, even more so than my closest brother, Rio. She understands me, and she listens, and she doesn't think as highly of herself as she should. The ivory girl is solid and stable, someone I can lean on... but her presence, like everyone else's -- including mine -- has been unfortunately sparse. I've missed her more than I'd realized. Involuntarily, a gentle smile tugs at my lips but then abruptly fades when I see her. She looks sullen, her face turned to the sun. I watch her in silence for a few moments before taking two steps closer. My ears flicker uncertainly and I frown a little, though my eyes are warm. But hurt may or may not have seeped through them; why didn't she tell me when she left? No matter though. "Misty?" I murmur, and her name tastes almost strange on my tongue. or i won't live to see another day |
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- heart is breaking, barely breathing - By Misty January 24, 2012 at 06:05:34 AM