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 February 17, 2012 at 03:33:31 AM by Tamlin
A few minutes passed in what would have been dismal silence had not the little sounds of Bright Moon's thriving ecosystem kicked in. A few song birds of a species unique to this section of Blossom Forest trilled out their merry tunes from somewhere quite near to him. Within a few moments of half-hearted searching the czar's navy blues could make out the forms of three such creatures. They were seated amongst the leafy branches of a tall birch that was located about ten feet away from him. The white ghost watched them for a few moments before becoming bored by their antics. He surveyed the clearing a few more times, appreciating it more than ever, since he usually held his pack meetings at night when it was impossible to see every minute detail with the necessary clarity to acknowledge the view's splendor. The clearing was a nice place, full of sharp green hues. Tamlin, fidgeting more than normal due to his impatience to see his warriors face to face, glanced up the sky, noticing the bright azure color that it held. The only thing marring the perfection of the smooth stain was a few clouds scuttled across it, blown along by a slight breeze. Said breeze ruffled the regal's silky pelt as well as brought tidings of approaching individuals to his nares.
When the wind relayed to him that Venga was approaching, he was not surprised that she was the first. Venga was a very punctual lass, as well as a loyal friend. Tamlin liked her quite a bit, and hoped that she would continue to stay with the pack in the coming weeks and months. A brave and allegiant miss would be a valuable asset to the overall welfare of Bright Moon. With an elegant shuffle of his well-formed stilts, the alpha male changed his position as to be facing his Zeta when she appeared. When she came into sight, the first thing that Tamlin noticed was her smile. Her expression was so genuinely blissful that it caused his own face to respond with a smaller, but still authentic, smile. The handsome draco perked his ears toward her, glad that she seemed at ease in his presence. Only a few weeks ago they had crossed paths and she had been a little over-sensitive, worrying if calling him by the name 'Tammy' had offended him. Although the dignified Tamlin didn't exactly see how he had earned the shortened name, he didn't exactly care what she called him, so her worries about his wrath had been more than a little exaggerated. He was glad to see that she had relaxed in his presence now. He had learnt from experience that being in the middle of a knot of vargs who were concerned about angering him was a lonely experience.
Tamlin's ears pricked forward to take in the sandy lady's speech. She said something about not being surprised that he was unhurt. The cream boy let a soft chuckle flow from his maw before speaking in his lilting tones. “I'm flattered by your confidence, Venga.” He wagged his tail once more, then tilted his head into the air slightly as to better interpret the perfumes wafting toward him. He deciphered the separate odors of Demon Moon, Sunshine and Ambrosia, as well as the musks of several females that he had never met, one of which was close. He searched the shadows with his eyes, making out what he assumed was the form of a gal. He knew that she was there, but didn't want to stress her out by calling and inviting her toward the middle of the clearing. Many wolves were rather shy when first approaching a pack territory... he hoped that she'd come out sooner versus later, however, since she was distracting him a bit. Without too much difficulty, he put his mind to the present and focused about 99% of his attention on the girl in front of him as she let her vocals ring out once more, this time as a question. He replied politely, with a quick “Go ahead,” that was accompanied by a nod. She proceeded with her question, which was a strange one, though he didn't mind. “In packs, wolves who are ranked have more authority, both over their pack mates and over wolves on the borders. I decided that you could handle that responsibility, so I gave you the title Zeta.” He was about to say something else to her when another nearing scent caught his attention.
Demon Moon was a wolf that Tamlin did not know much about. The crimson male had seemed nothing less than a skilled warrior, and the ivory regal would admit to be a bit curious about him and his life. When said wolf trotted into the clearing, Tamlin oriented his bodice as to be facing him. He smiled at the brujo's warm greeting, his blue eyes expressing his enjoyment of the day, as well as the amusement that he felt toward about the flattery that had exited Moon's maw. Tamlin spoke a quick greeting to the masculine, his tones soft without being timid. “It's nice to see you as well, Demon Moon. It's been a while since our last meeting.” The snow-colored bronco noticed that the smell of Bright Moon was laying thin on his pack-brother's pelt, not quite covering the unmistakable perfume of the unknown. Tamlin felt dregs of wonderment stir within his breast, but he didn't let that show in his face, neither did he judge the scarlet dragon for being away. After all, he himself had been absent from the lands for a few days before the challenger had appeared. Demon was under the king's nonchalant scrutiny for only a moment, since as soon as his words of greeting had been uttered, the faint sounds of passage created by yet another approaching wolf took his attention away.
A single sniff told him that it was Sunshine, the exuberant maiden who always had a smile for every wolf she came across. Tamlin anticipated the huge grin that would be slapped across her maw and hence was a tad disappointed that, as she crossed into sight, she was not wearing it as obviously as she usually did. After a few spliit seconds pondering that, the king determined that she had likely gotten a tad more mature since they had last talked much. The thought caused a slight twinge of guilt for his previous lack of activity to ripple through him, taking care to keep his exterior calm and cool, like he wasn't feeling it. His twin-gems scrutinized his friend carefully. He noticed that she seemed as if she had been injured somewhat recently, but since none of the scars that marred her frame seemed serious or especially painful, the lord let it slide without too much thought. The tan drappa spoke softly, her voice almost a coo. After her speech, she added in a playful wink. The gesture confused Tamlin, who was still working on the social aspects of life, but he chose not to show it overly much. He smiled warmly to Sunshine before replying to her kind words with his own gentle, yet firm lyrics. Greetings to you as well, Sunshine.” Because merely that sounded stilted, and also because the curiosity finally won out, he spoke another phrase directly after his first. “What happened to your flank?” He smiled, the expression twisting his face in such a way that it made him appear nicer than his usual cool facade did.
His ears flickered about as he noticed the sounds of a fast-approaching wolf. The odor told him that it was Ambrosia, his faithful delta, approaching. Since her coming just before the pack hunt, Ambrosia had been an amazing asset. The wolfess was fierce and proud, yet surprisingly compassionate when she needed to be. After arriving in the clearing, the charcoal painted lass didn't waste time, which, given her nature, was true to character. She walked up to him and spoke, her voice somewhat feral. He couldn't help but let a smirk cover his facial as she spoke. Ambrosia's tough view on life was refreshing. Tamlin glanced over her muscled frame, noticing in the way she held herself, as well as in the way she spoke, that she seemed tired, exhausted even. It was obvious that she'd been doing quite a bit of work in his absence. Yet another guilt pang squirmed through his protective shell of self-confidence, but, just like the first one, it didn't show. The bone-white regal let a small chuckle grace the atmosphere in response to his delta's words. “It's wonderful to be back. Thanks for all the hard work, Ambrosia.” His oceans followed her lithe frame as she moved back slightly as to sit next to Venga. As soon as he finished talking to his delta, Misty quietly stalked into the clearing, her light-hued frame becoming one with the sunlight filtering into the clearing. Tamlin smiled briefly and nodded at his Iota Female as she went to sit near the edge of the circle, as he expected. She was more of an observer than a talker, something that Tamlin respected about her.
In the momentary lull that followed Misty's cool arrival, Tamlin waited, wondering if the wolf hiding within the foliage would show herself. He was preparing to call her out when the wind changed ever-so-slightly, bringing the scent of two new females to his nostrils. Deciding to hold on for a few more minutes, he calmly oriented his lean frame so he was facing the first delicate creature as she slunk submissively into their midst. Tamlin wasn't perfect by any far stretch, but he had a few positive virtues. One of which was his ability to not be judgemental while maintaining his observation of his surrounding wolves. Because of that facet of personality, he watched the travel-worn miss calmly, assessing her without meaness in his gaze. She moved toward him slowly but surely, waiting until she was quite close before stopping and fluidly twisting onto her back. He waited for a moment, allowing the princess to speak before he himself went through with the whole introduction. Her tones were hesitant at first, but gained volume near the end. He replied, his melodic voice quiet but quite concise. “My name is Tamlin, Tsu. Please rise as a warrior of Bright Moon.” His expression remained somewhat reserved as he spoke, though it could not be considered unkind. He noticed that her eyes were an interesting hue of gray when she looked up at him with a hidden meaning in her body language. She had something important that she would like to talk about later. Tamlin inclined his head slightly to show that he had understood and would make sure to give the time to get to know her as soon as the meeting was over.
He turned his attention away from Tsunami and back to the clearing as the next female neared the clearing. The alabaster demon's stance was proud and noble as he scrutinized the next femme. Like himself and the latest newcomer, her rug was milky in color. However, unlike both himself and the latest newcomer, her occulars were a dark, ochre hue. He watched her coming toward them with a lowered head and
hanging tail, his facial expression detached. She walked toward them until she was roughly in the middle of the mass before addressing them seemingly as a whole. Tamlin spoke as soon as she was finished speaking, his own voice reassuring without sounding anything less than commanding. It is an honour to make your acquaintance as well, Miss Arvada. I am Tamlin, alpha here. Please submit if you wish to join Bright Moon.” His voice is businesslike, since the former mantra was one that he had repeated often on border patrols, but not dull – he wasn't just going through the motions – he was truly and sincerely welcoming.
He had detected the light, barely noticeable sounds of footsteps in the foliage that decreed the sneaky vixen was going to come out, but obviously Arvada's coming had interfered with her emergence. Since he's been waiting for her to come out the entire time, Tamlin was hardly astounded to see the lass egress from the shadows that had kept her from view. He noticed she was dirty, but wolves are not creatures obsessed with beauty and cleanliness, so he did not find the dried earth covering the mare's coat to be offensive in the least. He did not have to make eye-contact to notice the look of persistence and perseverance in her orbs and about her stance. The stallion noticed that her silken garment held two scents, one of which was of Bright Moon, and the other of which was Venga. He assumed (correctly) that his Zeta had allowed the doe access to the pack lands whilst he was off pacing the blood-soaked clearing, wondering if the craven challenger would come or not. She stopped less than three tail lengths from him and lowered herself into a strange, courtly submission that he had never seen the like of before. It was more of a stately bow than anything else. Tamlin, however, decided to accept it without any heckling. He wasn't very concerned about things such as submission. As long as his warrior's respected him and each other, submission was more of a show than anything else. She speaks, her tones careful, then backs away, retreating to go sit under the trees. Tamlin did not feel like he needed to present his name again, since she'd been listening in, so instead spoke a quick reply. “Welcome to Bright Moon, kushina.”
He scanned his pack with a feeling of growing pride as he got ready to speak to them. But another aroma, this one of a young male, caused him to pause and wait for a while more. The sound of frenzied footsteps of a none-too-stealthy youngster caused a smirk to flicker over Tamlin's facial. He was rewarded for his moment of waiting by the sight of a dark boy sailing over the chest-high greenery. He was about to be impressed by the young one's agility, but was not, since at the last moment, the jump went wrong. The lad's hind foot snagged on a reaching twig, causing him to tilt and careen heavily to the ground. The alpha winced in sympathy, but didn't move forward to help, since the fledgling was capable of getting to his own paws, and did so without too much ado. The youngster was ribby and seemed as if he'd been on his own for a while. The regal regarded him curiously as he spoke, making a groan-worthy pun and introducing himself as Seo-, before swaying and dropping to the ground. Tamlin glanced around quickly, catching Misty's startled expression. He was unsure of what to do, but that rarely stopped him from acting. The bronc padded toward this Seo-to be continued, with a dubious expression on his face. His soot-hued nose gently prodded the pup's form a few times before he spoke. “Are you okay?” It was obvious that the pup WASN'T exactly O.K, but still, what else could he ask.
Raylen arrived a bit too late, missing the whole issue with the charcoal youngster, but that hardly matters to Tamlin, who was merely happy to see his friend and beta. The golden dragon walked through the crowd and took his place beside the glacial king and slightly in front of him. Tamlin cocked his head to the side, perking his ears forward to catch the playful murmur of 'Tammy' that exited Raylen's maw. Bright Moon's alpha was not too high-and-mighty for name-calling, so he leaned forward, and in return, muttered a similar nickname, only one personalized for his aqua-eyed beta. “Ray-Ray” The sound is for Raylen's ears, but a few wolves sitting close likely heard it too. Raylen lowered himself onto his haunches, reclining into a neat sitting position. His next sentence brought Tamlin to the topic of the day's meeting. He nodded his assent to Ray before rising to his feet and beginning to speak, his voice carrying throughout the whole clearing. “As I'm sure most of you have guessed, the challenger decided not to fight. However, that is hardly our most important problem. We'll need our patrols, especially on the Abendrot side, to be more vigilant. I'm sure you've noticed that they are growing considerably in size as of late – we don't want them getting any ideas of conquering.” He paused for a moment for emphasis before continuing on, his voice no longer grave. “On a happier note, I had an interesting idea which could amuse anyone interested. After this pack meeting, I and anyone who wishes who attend can travel to the large clearing near the western border for some friendly one-on-one sparring matches.” He'd stop and speak with Tsunami after organizing a few partners and getting everything else sorted out.
While he'd been walking toward the pack lands, and especially after the scents of the wolves who had been on the borders hit his nares, Tamlin made a decision. He was going to shift around the ranks some, based on who had been helpful during his absence. The arctic king spoke once again, his voice carrying. "Based on activity, I've decided to make a few changes to the ranks. Ambrosia is now my Gamma. Rio is therefore delta. I would like to name Misty as my Epsilon. Twilight Dream will become my Iota." His words had a certain finality to them. He glanced at the wolves he had promoted, an expression of silent thanks for their aid in keeping the borders secure lightly showing on his handsome face.
OOC: Okay... It's late... I'm tired... The end is kinda floppy. BUT OH WELLS. For the sparring matches, it'll be a thread right after this pack meeting one. The matches are basically just fun, not-really-competitive sparring matches,which are great practise for if you ever need to fight~~ I will be judging some of them, and if snowsies or Fanta or DarQie or Wolfy-chickkyy would be willing to do some judging as well, that would be cool (since dey are awwwhh-sseoooommme) Okay... I need to stop prattling now.... ^.^”
Replies:
- If you're gonna be somebody's mistake, - By Venga February 23, 2012 at 01:04:16 AM
The Demons Haunt The Moon - By Demon Moon February 26, 2012 at 04:02:32 PM
.:Don't Test Me:. - By Rylee February 26, 2012 at 07:41:58 PM
Heaven nor Hell - By Ambrosia February 26, 2012 at 09:38:55 PM
Heaven in overrated - By Tsunami February 29, 2012 at 03:41:56 AM
As the arrow strikes - By Anarrow and Flick February 29, 2012 at 03:43:16 PM
insert psycho babble here. - By .kushina. February 29, 2012 at 09:51:01 PM
.:Don't Test Me:. - By Rylee March 3, 2012 at 06:01:20 PM
l'espoire illumine l'avenir - By Seoras March 4, 2012 at 10:24:09 PM
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