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 March 5, 2012 at 12:27:24 PM by Tamlin
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Venga's thanks was accepted with a noble dip of the ivory king's crown. He trusted his zeta considerably. So far, that level of trust that Tamlin had placed the younger bellatrix had been paid off a hundredfold. He hoped that she would continue to keep up the admirable performance as a ranked wolf. Isolating that thought alone and examining it out of context might make the white stag seem more manipulative than a gallant alpha. However, when you added his warm, fuzzy emotions that he felt toward each wolf in his pack along with the hope of her continuing to assist him so well, you got his real feelings on the matter. On the topic of his warm, fuzzy emotions... Tamlin was still figuring those out. He was a fighter, not a lover - before coming to this pack, he hadn't ever considered himself to be someone who was able to have friends and to socialize so smoothly. The king couldn't help but feel a bit amused at the difference that becoming Satowra's dog all those moons ago had made in his life. He hadn't come to Bright Moon to make friends. The solitary warrior had travelled through the ashen-covered terra at the strong call of his alpha, Satowra, in search of a task to fill his life and make it more meaningful. He had gotten that task in the form of rebuilding the lands of Bright Moon. Looking back, he was a fool to think that he could have become a solid asset without communicating with any of his companions. Now of course, that he had been saddled with the job as leader, he was supremely assured that he needed all the social bonuses he could get in order to keep the pack moving in unity. Tamlin's navy hued eyes flashed over to the hulking form of Demon Moon, a crimson-stained warrior who had been in the pack for a while. As the wolf stood up and moved closer, Tamlin readied himself to hear whatever news had kept him out of the lands for these past few days. As time went on, the boy was definitely settling into his role as regal. His stance was relaxed by still alert as he listened gravely to the red bronco's explanation of his love's disappearance, as well as about her sad scrape with the scum of society. He wanted her to be allowed to enter Bright Moon Pack. Tamlin felt the need to make his pack mightier, but he didn't want to lose the feeling of family that had been born within it's bosom. Looking into his pack-brother's hopeful eyes, Tamlin decided that the best course of action would be to allow the heavy with child lass within his borders. "When she is able to travel, she may come and join us here." Again, not to be manipulative, but he hoped that Demon Moon would remember that he seriously owed the wolves in the pack. After all, they would be feeding an extra few mouths in the weeks to come thanks to his mate, something which wouldn't be especially easy with winter coming on. The silver king had assumed that this was it for the number of wolves who would be coming to the meeting, but the soft perfume of a female proved his assumption to be wrong. He was ready for her when she came, and had already turned his bodice ever-so-slightly as to be oriented in her direction. The lass kept moving until she stood at the fringes of the meeting, at which point she halted and sat down. Tamlin's navy blue orbs sought her out questioningly for a moment. Whether she had seen his glance or not, the maiden rose and came forward, her stance proud but still submissive. She travelled to his paws before hitting the terra in the customary pose of total trust. He waited silently until she rose and spoke, her voice and expression somewhat hopeful. Tamlin's curved tail and mighty carriage stayed in position as he spoke. Your apology is needless, Rylee, rather, I thank you for coming, late or not. As for your second request, I would be honored to welcome you as a warrior of Bright Moon. He inclined his skull to her, a small smile playing on the edges of his lips. Ambrosia was fast growing into one of his favorite warriors he wasn't ashamed to admit that he felt a growing affection for the tough lady, though his emotions weren't of the romantic sort. His comrade hadn't felt the need to speak in reply to his thanks, but he had watched as she nodded as a way of graciously accepting it. She seemed content to watch for the majority of the meeting, but when Raylen came in to the clearing, she had tensed. Tamlin was aware that she wasn't fond of his beta, but the fact remained that she would have to put up with him. Raylen was the wolf that Tamlin trusted likely the most, and, despite the fact that he'd been unable to participate in the hunt, the golden stag was an extremely valuable member of Bright Moon. The king wasn't going to force anyone to like eachother, but needless hating on an innocent pack mate wasn't going to get Ambrosia anywhere. He didn't glare at her or anything, but he shot a calculating look in her direction as he mentally surmised what her feelings were. Business forced Tamlin not to glance at the charcoal maiden again until he had named her his gamma and announced the sparring matches. He smirked in reply to her words and spoke, his words also carrying a note that was teasingly sarcastic. What if I'm too scared to take you on? His eyes had a mischievous gleam to them and he cocked his head to the side, tail swaying with a phantom wag. Of course, Ambrosia couldn't monopolize all of his attention. In the times between his conversations with her, the ivory king had found himself glancing at more than a few of the others in the glade. One of which was the newcomer, Tsunami. From what the regal could see, she was a quiet, good-natured and submissive wolf who wanted a home in Bright Moon. When he had accepted her into his domain, she had gotten up wit a sort of silent joy and thanked him, adding that she would make sure not to disappoint him for his choice to let her in to the pack. She went to the only wolf she seemed to know, Ambrosia, but didn't strike up a conversation. Rather, she simply sat, watching the activity around her. When he announced the sparring matches and the new ranks, she had seemed a bit nervous. It was okay if she didn't want to spar after all, it wasn't mandatory that they all play-fight. He offered her a slight, reassuring twist of his lips, one that she would hopefully understand as a way to say that no one would judge her in Bright Moon. While the meeting had been going on, two late arrivals, Anarrow and Flick, had not-too-figuratively burst in, snapping about 99% of his focus with their noisy approach. The fox colored wolf and the darker pelted velca stood before him with a great deal of enthusiasm, asking if he won the fight and exclaiming that it was great to see him again.. When he had first came in contact with the duo, they had been emaciated and exhausted, but they seemed to be filled out plenty now. The snowy boy was glad to see that they were doing better now it made him feel pleased to know that the pack had been able to benefit two strays, since he was sure that Satowra would have taken a great deal of pleasure in their recovery. But enough of Satowra... had he not decided to live for himself now... hadn't he figured out that chasing the vestiges of a forgotten dream wouldn't get him anywhere. If he wasn't so busy at the moment, Tamlin might have managed to have a good angst session, but that was, of course, not possible for him. He had better things to do than wallow in self-pity and all that crap. A pair of navy oceans boring into him reminded him of that fact better than anything else could have. Kushina was silent, so he had only glanced toward her once or twice during the whole operation, but he noted that she wasn't comfortable. She wasn't like the other vargs in this clearing it was obvious that her pack hadn't shared the same customs that the many in Blossom Forest did. She didn't offer any input on the other's conversations, nor did her gaze once leave his elite chassis. Both times his eyes had travelled to her mud-caked physique she had been stiff as a soldier, like she was waiting for something to happen. He wondered if she was injured at all, since the way she was holding herself was not quite natural, though he could have been imagining it. Tamlin is beginning to appreciate that every single wolf in his pack is startlingly... unique. But out of all of them, perhaps Seoras, the young black fellow, was the most eccentric. The wolf pup had an interesting resume so far he'd leapt over the bush, only to fall on his face, then staggered and fainted in the middle of his sentence, causing quite the stir. At the time, Tamlin had reacted by prodding the youngling, but he had decided to leave him be momentarily until he woke up. As soon as the alpha's last sentence in regards to sparring and the like was finished, the brutus had come to his senses and was rising to his feet. Tamlin regarded him curiously, watching as he stepped forward, tail in the air and head held high. Rather than being annoyed or exasperated, Tamlin was amused. However, he couldn't let the pup's behaviour slide. He walked forward and employed his front paw to topple over the little one. It wasn't anything personal, just a quick lesson that needed to be taught. He stepped back slightly to allow the lobo to rise and then spoke, his voice carrying it's usual, light tone. He was a bit overwhelmed with the whole speech, so he decided to simply answer all of it somewhat seriously. It's fine Seoras. My name is Tamlin.... I don't think we have any bunnies on hand at the moment, but if you go over to Venga and ask her very nicely, she might be able to get you something. As he said Venga's name, he indicated toward his zeta, a smirk playing on the edges of his expression. |
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Replies:
- Re(1): you are never alone [PACK MEETING CONT] - By Tira March 14, 2012 at 01:39:07 PM
If you're gonna be somebody's first time, - By Venga March 14, 2012 at 00:38:30 AM
Re(1): If you're gonna be somebody's first time, - By Tira March 14, 2012 at 11:35:08 PM
l'espoir illumine l'avenir - By Seoras March 19, 2012 at 00:57:51 AM
heart is breaking, barely breathing - By Misty March 20, 2012 at 02:11:58 AM
there's always a catch - By Oreo Twist March 20, 2012 at 02:28:16 AM
.:Don't Test Me:. - By Rylee March 20, 2012 at 04:15:22 PM
Re(1): .:Don't Test Me:. - By Tira March 20, 2012 at 04:18:36 PM
paradise does not exist::why am i so driven to find it - By Tamlin March 29, 2012 at 11:27:25 PM
there's always a catch - By Oreo Twist March 30, 2012 at 02:48:09 AM
untestable {finished} - By Rylee March 31, 2012 at 06:10:43 AM
Re(1): untestable {finished} - By Tira April 1, 2012 at 02:04:04 PM
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