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 01:15:15 AM by Tamlin


The sweet, brisk scent of morning caressed the king's nostrils as he rose, ready to face the day. He had spent much of the following evening training with Seoras before curling up to sleep the night away. It is a pleasant feeling to awake refreshed, and Tamlin was certainly immersed in that very sense of well being at this moment. After emerging from his den, the snow-hued wolf stretched luxuriously and padded toward the stream. He lapped at the cold water, his pink muscle scooping up delicious life liquid. His nonexistent social side was not clamouring to make an appearance, and nothing needed to be done, so the white wolf was content to simply meander about and take in the sensory delights unique to early morning. The day around him was beautiful; a cool wind caressed his silken pelt, the birds sang harmoniously from the tall trees and the faintly worn trail which he walked on was emerald hued with the short stalks of grass that felt soft under his ivory paws. The sunrise was a pink tinge on a pearl horizon that was beginning to cloud over, heralding that the rest of the morning, as well as the noon and evening, would be slightly overcast.

Recently, Bright Moon had been attracting puppies like a peculiar sort of magnet. Winter was coming, and extra mouths to feed would mean extra responsibilities. Despite that, Tamlin had no problem with the exponential growth. More pups in the fall would mean more teens in the summer, and the ivory boy was aware that in one year, with the proper training, he'd have a loyal crop of soldiers at his disposal. Or at least, that was his justification... as much as Tamlin liked to think he was still the cold-hearted wolf that had come to Bright Moon to serve under Satowra, he was simply deluding himself. He'd thrown away that lifestyle as soon as he'd begun to follow the stately Queen. Even in her absence, he could not bear to simply throw away her ideals – they were the one thing linking her memory to the lands, and he would not part with that. Call it unhealthy, but it was just who he was. He could not be turn down the helpless and the weak that came to the grounds in search of help. Because of that, it was a lucky thing that his wolves had managed to successfully kill two large pigs. The meat from those beasts would sustain the pack, including newcomers, for a while at least.

A scent caught in the canine's advanced olfactory system as he was strolling, shortly followed by a chorus of familiar voices raised to howl. Upon hearing the songs of three previous packmates, he went to them. Tamlin did not pause before orienting his lengthy legs in the direction of the incoming group. He picked up the pace, getting his blood moving with a efficient lope through the emerald foliage. While he was moving toward the scent, he noted that Misty's aroma was likewise headed to the origins of the cries and perfumes. Since she was closer, the maiden would arrive first. Tamlin slowed ever so slightly, now slipping sinuously through the tree trunks, seeming more apparition than corporeal matter as he ghosted silently through his lands. Tamlin had resided within Bright Moon for longer than any wolf currently within the pack, and knew the lands well enough to move very quietly within them. To a degree, he prided himself for this – it was the seemed that being swallowed up by the scenery was the very epitome of belonging within that place.

Blather such as that kept him occupied until he reached the area. With his head up and ears pricked forward he approached the not-so-new newcomers, his impenetrable features holding a small smile in them. Despite the embarrassment of their last encounter, in which Sunshine had puppies and poor, awkward, unmistakably male Tammy was the only one to help with the birthing, Tamlin was happy to see the threesome. In the past, Rainwhisper, Skyscraper and Sunshine had been some of his more trusted members. In the past month or so, they had disappeared, and now the lord was happy to see them back on his borders. His blue eyes regarded the gaggle of pups that the trio brought with them without the slightest but of panic in his gaze – he trusted that the adults of the pack would be able to provide for the small ones in the coming cold.

Tamlin had arrived after Misty's statement, and therefore missed her words and any exchange that had occurred between her and the group. He glanced at his delta, tacitly thanking the amber-eyed maiden for her good work on the welcoming committee before fully turning his attention to his borders. He spoke easily, his authority evident by his posture, though his voice would never loose the gentle lilting cadence that he had somehow picked up in his pup-hood.

“Rainwhisper, Skyscraper, Sunshine.” He nodded to each as he stated their names, upholding his automatic courtesy. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” He was not exactly a genius around puppies, but nevertheless, Tamlin did not falter. He looked toward the scraps and addressed them, a small smile on his face. Hello. I know Dazzle, Dotty and Sunny, but have yet to meet the rest of you... what are your names?”


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