My First Chance <i>(better not mess up)</i>

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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My First Chance (better not mess up)
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Posted on July 1, 2012 at 05:33:56 PM by Melky Way

Warrior�s history was behind him. He had a new start, and he would not waste it on reminiscence. Warrior shut the ghosts of his past away, and focused only on the tasks on hand. Practicality was the key here. There was no room for extraneous, distracting thoughts.
It was painful for his intellect to lock up his memories like that, but it was for the best.

At first, the adolescent dragged his paws over the earth as he walked on his journey eastward, but as the day passed, with only his paws hitting the ground, cool air tickling his nose, the breeze ruffling his fur the wrong way, he found it very easy to forget, and to just travel on as he'd determined to do. After all, taking a stroll didn't require ghosts to occupy his mind. Instead, he could drench it with observations, sights and sounds and smells, and inquiring about them. The dark-furred wolf even smiled as he nonchalantly wandered the grassy earth. The sun burnt his fur, but he hardly cared. His head was held high, and he enjoyed the journey, making sure to avoid the dark forest of Abendrot to the South. He had been warned, after all...

Where was this young teen going? He looked so scrawny, and green, and unwanted, of course he had nowhere to go. And Adoption Meadows is where the unwanted go, right...?

Warrior shook his head at the thought, slightly amused, but still a little hesitant at his own reaction. He still entertained the thought of heading there that he had considered at first. After all, the unwanted went there, so why shouldn't the undesirable? But Warrior felt that even he was too old for a new family. He'd always be bickering with his "parents", and be kicked out again, sullen and sulky. He grimaced slightly at the speculation. No, he was already too old to start from there; he already had ambition, and would feel tied down and limited if he let himself be adopted. But Warrior worried also that the alpha would look down his or her nose at him and declare that he was much too young, too weak, and not worth teaching.

Yes, that was what kept the thrumming of nerves beneath his fur buzzing, and his stomach twisting as he approached forested Bright Moon pack�s border. Intellectually, Warrior knew that his fears were mostly borne of traumatization, and that most packs did not mind having another wolf join their ranks in Blossom Forest, according to the many rouges that also roamed the trees that Warrior reentered not long after skirting the meadows of the Adoption territory. It was almost magical, the way that the forest ahead seemed so different from public territory, like a visual marker that said, �Over there is Bright Moon. There�s no mistaking it, so none of this, �I didn�t smell the border,� nonsense.� Not that that excuse would have flown by for intruders, either, he noticed as he neared the markings. They were so strong and heavily lain, that even those without their sense of smell would pause and taste it on the air. He hesitated, unsure suddenly about his decision. Perhaps he shouldn�t even try. Maybe he would go, and� hang out, somewhere. Avoiding all of civilization, for shame! It was a long shot, but-

He cut his nervous mental ramblings off shortly. Now he was just being ridiculous and far-fetched. Warrior was going to do this, and no amount of fear would stop him from at least trying. No more last-minute nonsense. He lifted his head, and tilting it upwards, howled a note that reverberated, holding it until he could no longer, and brought his head back down carefully. His inquiry for the alpha, a polite, testing call, was already made. And with nothing more to do until company arrived, he waited.

There were no more doubts left.

Replies:

If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak, - By Venga July 1, 2012 at 05:56:09 PM
Meeting people again is tricky business - By Melky Way July 1, 2012 at 11:58:30 PM
If you're gonna be somebody's mistake, - By Venga July 3, 2012 at 06:14:51 PM
Tell me how society ^really _works - By Melky Way July 4, 2012 at 11:55:51 AM
If you're gonna be somebody's first time, DONE - By Venga July 17, 2012 at 04:30:13 PM
Teach me how society ^really _works - By Melky Way July 19, 2012 at 02:37:34 PM

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