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 November 27, 2012 at 00:30:13 AM by Tamlin
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The hunt had been a success. Images of the warriors of Bright Moon performing in beautiful, elegant sync seemed alive in his memories. Although Tamlin had washed the scarlet staining from his pristine coat, the silken robe still contained the scent of blood, faint but cloying. The icy lord enjoyed the scent. It was a musk that spoke of success, and, in this situation, something of a victory banner. Blood had been spilt, but it was not the blood of his pack members – he had successfully protected his group from the pig's rages, and in turn had been defended and helped by them. The ivory hunter could hardly believe that he had once relished a life where the law of the jungle did not reign supreme, and instead the law of the wild had dominated his entire universe, leaving no room for comradely or peace. It was not how he could have survived in such a universe that surprised the leader as much as how he had not wished for change. Tamlin had been solitary and forlorn when he had wandered into Bright Moon's territory for the first time. He hadn't really expected anything when he heard Satowra's summoning, but nevertheless, something had drawn him in and sent him cantering through the ashes, to her. Sceptical or not, he'd been engulfed by her words, her gestures, but most of all her two-coloured eyes with their bizarre mixture of sadness and hope. Her idealism was foolish, but her aura of dominance had entranced him. It wasn't a cold, submit or die type of command, but it was strong and undeniable nonetheless. He'd fallen into her spell instantly and placed his heart at her feet without a second thought. She'd promptly broken it in two. Eventually, however, his soul had healed, though Tamlin suspected that a slight melancholy would forever reside within him, not that it really mattered. Even if his entire world came crashing down, the boy would stay strong, for the sake of his pack if nothing else. He had many creatures depending on him, and would never abandon them in the same way that Satowra had abandoned Raylen, Rio and him. Speaking of abandonment, Tamlin had not seen Venga for the entire duration of the hunt. Her absence was starting to worry him more than he could say. As much as the milk white stallion would like to think that he wasn't a worry-wart, the fact remained that after the trouble with Abendrot, his vigilance had increased ten-fold. It was only natural that he did not want to see anther one of his soldiers taken by the large, snowy behemoth known as Kershov. Or, at the very least, that was what the responsible side of him said. The irresponsible, petty side of the king was waiting for the other wolf to make a move, ready to crush him the instant he should try to rise up. However, the childish and rash side to the cool headed male was very small, outweighed by the concern he felt for the wellbeing of each individual that had sworn their allegiance to him. He did a circuit around his borders, his steps quickened by the masterfully concealed anxiety. The stag's navy eyes roved about, and he stopped periodically, refreshing his scent with automatic, practised motion. The greenery flew past him steadily. It was a temperate day, but the brisk scent of fall reminded him that snow would soon cloak the emerald lands known as Blossom Forest. He hoped that Venga was home by winter, or else he'd have a panic attack, and that would not be a good scene. Tamlin's worries faded when the odor of his faithful Gamma seeped into his nostrils. His strides came quicker now as he soared toward the aroma. A small howl registered in his pallid auds as he surged forward, muscles rippling under his creamy coat. Per usual, he slowed to a walk and moved silently upon reaching the border line, only to courteous crack a twig after coming within suitable hearing distnce of the belladonna. He gracefully came out of cover, letting the barest bit of concern show out of his dark, oceanic gaze as he looked over the wolfess, making sure she was completely unhurt. “Venga. I am glad you've returned safely.” |
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- a healthy dose of c y a n i d e - By Venga December 27, 2012 at 00:47:49 AM
tell me, can you see me? - By Tamlin December 28, 2012 at 02:35:47 AM
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