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 May 29, 2012 at 03:31:49 AM by raylen
 [[ooc: short post is short.. i suck at starting hahaha]]
Raylen is a coward, even if his pride won't allow him to admit it. He says it's the guilt of a deserter gnawing at his chest that keeps him from nearing the borders of his pack.. his old pack. For it's not his home, not any longer; not after he left it again, for what would be the last time. He even debates on whether he wants to speak to Tamlin again--because there's no one else left who cares even a little for him there. He's not sure if Rio is still there, either; the aroma of the citrine eyed former prince is just as stale and faint in the trees and the air as the former Lady Satowra's. Ray's beloved brother seems to have become a ghost, now, too. Unwillingly, a stab of something like betrayal lances through his chest, despite the fact that Raylen has no right to feel that way. Because how is he better, in any way? Quietly, so not to attract the attention of any member chancing a stroll across this part of the border (he knows his land well--well enough to know that this is a haunted area) Ray paces along the underbrush, his paws spoiling the neatly matted debris on the forest floor. The air at Bright Moon is restless and the golden boy can feel tension thick in the air. Something large has happened--there is something off here, but he can't place a paw on it. This makes the former beta frown to himself, his brilliant eyes troubled without reason. Again, he has no right to feel this way for a pack which he deserted. A family which he has exiled himself from. A family which he is no longer a part of. With a faint sigh, Ray forces himself to stop moving, lowering his haunches to the ground and settling his lean mass against the comfort of a smooth-barked tree, its surface whipped to slickness by the elements and perhaps just a touch of meddling by the wolves here? The majority of him--the part with the logic, common sense, and everything that makes him a fairly rational if not pessimistic thinker--tells him to turn tail and leave, that this is not his place. But he needs closure. Just something to tell him where he stands with his brother. Brothers. And suddenly, he hopes he is found. |
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