Teach me how society really works

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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Teach me how society ^really _works
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Posted on July 19, 2012 at 02:37:34 PM by Melky Way

Earlier, she had tried to clarify what a home was. He frowned, distaste evident at the mention of Abendrot. He had heard of them. �The pup snatchers...� Warrior murmured quietly, probably too softly for her to have heard. His face must have still seemed confused to her, and she decided to clear up whatever else she had said. It felt strange, having his every expression and emotion analyzed, cared about� he decided he didn�t much like being on the receiving side of scrutiny which he had so long given other wolves. Probably. He didn�t remember much of anything, though it wasn�t that long ago. Strange.

�And about how you speak.� That was horrible, he finished in his mind, adding a displeased posture to the phantom-Venga. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised with her trying her best to reassure him about that. Now he really was a bit freaked out. He understood what she meant, but was really more taken aback that she actually seemed to care about whether or not he felt comfortable. She was really convincing. But he didn�t really believe that he could do whatever he wanted. Even after she stepped back, let him cross the border, he was still on edge. He tried not to put his guard down, knew that he was being tested, quizzed, and analyzed.

And then she smiled right after he let his guard down, and he was scared, but wanted to know why, have her confirm it herself, and masked his emotions to ask the question. She gave an honest answer. And it relieved him so suddenly, it was like he was struck. She was being considerate. Not laughing at him. Not pretending. Not looking for ways to fail him. She was real. And he smiled, and for possibly the first time, believed her. Venga�s intentions were true.

Of course, though that took a lot of pressure off, now that he realized that he was not being tested, he couldn�t help being stiff. He was at heart formal, but he tried his best to be as informal as possible, and he was irrationally scared that she would react like he had come to expect her to. But she was calm, and didn�t seem upset. And he was embarrassed that he had expected her to lash out, as well as at his fumbling speech. Warrior found it difficult to reconcile the image of how he had expected Venga to be and how Venga really was. But he had to� loosen up, he guessed. He was probably too tightly-strung.

But that was a good thing, and he was briefly confused at himself, because he couldn�t remember why. But still, he had to heed his instinct. And so he tensed up, relaxed, and carefully put up emotional barriers. He would remain distant so that he could keep a cool head. In theory. Warrior wasn�t exactly sure if staying on guard this way actually worked. All he had to worry about before was being ready for combat, always ready, and he blinked, clearing his head.

And so the tour he had requested was given. At first, she gave a comment about the place they were at, and he nodded. Like for the tall grasses that took over once they left the forest that he had entered through, which she called the prairie, she said she liked to sleep in the sun. Then they meandered on until trees showed up again. Except that they kept getting thinker and thicker and thicker, until it their loping gait had slowed dramatically. They took their time in maneuvering through the thick undergrowth. Warrior found that he enjoyed picking out paths to go through, squeezing through branches, and then simply crashing through other bushes. He liked that there seemed no reason to rush, because the trees prevented ideal charging, and it was cool here in the heavy forest.

And then they exited into a clearing, back into the warm sunlight which beat back down on his black fur cruelly, as though determined to cook his black fur so that it burned again. Oh well. It was nice that it had cooled down while it had. Venga said that the forest was her favorite part of Blossom Forest, and he smiled in understanding. He thought that it was his favorite part of Bright Moon, though, since Blossom Forest was a pretty large place. He hadn�t even seen much more than the path he took from the edge, where Kaive led him in, up to Bright Moon itself. Warrior looked around the clearing, and did notice the strong wolf smell lingering on the grasses here. He didn�t think it too pleasant, since he couldn�t pick out any scents from each other. They all mixed together and smelled like Bright Moon.

Then they went on again at their easy pace, and he fell behind as he took even more time than Venga, whose easy pace was already slow. Warrior was trying to memorize the land, as he wanted to remember every bit of it. He knew that he probably wouldn�t really know it until after a week or two, or actually, more realistically, a few months, but he wanted to try. This was now Warrior�s home.

He hadn�t noticed when the silence had turned solemn. But eventually he noticed the change in Venga�s spirit, and he wondered how he had missed it. And then there was a dark blight on the landscape ahead, blackened, which became more defined still as a dark blight, and he understood. Everything ahead was burnt down. Venga stepped into the ash, and he hesitantly followed onto the soot littered ground. Everything was black here. He stood next to a black stump surrounded by a head of ash. She said that the fire was before she came to Bright Moon. Her voice was quiet, just a whisper, and what she said next struck something in him. He didn�t know what it was.

Warrior was for a long time alone and unwanted. He supposed that he was scarred. But for some reason, he wasn�t sad. He thought that he should have been sad, should be sad, but whenever he thought about the fire, and tried to liken it to himself, as Venga had likened it to herself, he found that though everything else might have been true, Warrior wasn�t sad about it. He wasn�t even sad about what caused it. And he couldn�t even remember anything.

He was solemn, quiet, and still. His head tilted and expression furrowed. He was thinking. And then, after a while, he snapped out of his thoughts, eyes clear and focused again, and he, immediately, briskly turned and walked purposefully away from the burnt land. �Let�s get out of here,� he said shortly, unwilling to linger in this place that made Venga so sad any longer.

It was strange, feeling like he should be sad. What was it supposed to mean?

He wondered if he was broken.

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