<small> you only see what you want to see [Arcadia & Kagura]</small>

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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you only see what you want to see [Arcadia & Kagura]
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Posted on August 18, 2012 at 02:45:12 PM by tamlin

The day was hot, too hot. Tamlin had been awoken a little before the first light of dawn, and was glad of his good sense in patrolling his borders before the fiery orb had risen in all of its splendour and fury. The icy regal had never been one to appreciate burning heat. He coped with it reasonably well, as he was blessed with an ivory hued coat and an average body type that leaned toward the slender side of typical, but found himself completely unable to enjoy hot, summery weather. He'd rather plough through cruel winter snows than lay out in the burning force of the extreme calidity, taking it easy to avoid exertion. After the sunrise, he'd meandered around for a while before choosing to settle down in the shady forest, next to a stream that he could easily slide into should the inclination to do so strike him.

The alpha had laid about in a stupor of sorts for about an hour before real sleep struck him. He laid out on his side, twitching lightly and, in the manner of all canines, making soft, primal sounds as he dreamt. The bizarre meanderings of his mind took him from one end of the territory to another. He met with vargs he had not encountered in many moons, and conversed with them as if it were natural before moving on to the next dream. In his mind, the state of the territory was altered somewhat � he was perplexed that a river seemed to have sprang up in the middle of the land. Bright Moon's leader was not one to dwell to long in sleep, however, and since it was the middle of the day and he found himself to be quite the diurnal animal, only a small amount of time passed before his eyelids peeled back to expose radiant, navy blue gems.

It was quite suddenly that the lord rose to his feet, shaking off the remnants of sleep and stretching. To an outside observer, it would seem as if his actions had no impetus, but that was not the case. The afflatus that motivated him came on the still breeze. It was the scent of a fellow predator on his borders. He stretched easily before attending to the newcomer, flicking his tassel in the air and raising his crown to the proper level as he trotted through the brush. The heat was telling, but in the shade of the woods, it seemed as if the furnace-like temperature lowered somewhat. He pitied any beast who had no shadows to swathe themselves in, for in the open plain, the climate would be nearly impossible to deal with.

As he moved toward the source of the first scent, a second perfume joined it. The odor was laced with estrogen, as it belonged to a female of his species. When he first began his reign in Bright Moon, many girls had begun filtering into his pack. He did not mind, but it irked him to know that some outsiders mockingly dubbed his pack a harem, and was therefore glad when, more recently, more males began to make an appearance. Perhaps it was a vice, but Tamlin disliked criticism from those who had no right to give it to him, and was perhaps too annoyed by the thought of some idiots dishonoring his pack without even knowing a single wolf within it. Light thoughts such as this kept him company as his lithe chassis traversed the remainder of the way to the border. The ghost was silent as he neared the duo, his lanterns fixated upon the two with a polite curiosity.

After a moment of observation, he spoke, his tones polite and gentle, but with an undercurrent of authority. "My name is Tamlin. Please state your names and your business on the borders of Bright Moon."

ooc; I'm sorry for the incredibly long wait on this post. Tammy muse has been somewhat dry, after writing the first post and having it jump down the drain.... But don't worry, I'll get more muse as the thread goes on :3

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