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 February 9, 2013 at 00:37:39 AM by Tamlin
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The snow-alpha had never shirked the responsibility that he held as crowned ruler of Bright Moon. Now was not the first time he had travelled to and from the blood soaked clearing to pay the price for the throne he held. As an alpha, he had fought many challenges in the past, each time sacrificing the well-being of his body and mutilating the body of another wolf in order to protect what was important: the happiness of his pack. Tamlin enjoyed the company of each and every one of his packmates, and would fight to the death if it meant that they would benefit. There was nothing more important to him than the pack. It was Satowra's legacy to him. For that reason, as well as his own more selfish ones, he would continue to kill and risk being killed to defend the once-ashen lands. Her memory was valuable, something worth fighting for, although perhaps now, with the passing of time, she was not quite so predominant in his mind than she had been. Tamlin was unable to deal with the constant memory of the charcoal once-alphess, so he locked it away and tried not to think of her too often. It was his strategy for dealing with what she'd done, and it seemed to work, though when he was alone he could not help but remove the memories from that mental-binding and rummage through them, savoring the sweet ones and trying to understand why she had gotten up and just walked away from everything she had ever cared about. Unlike her, he would never desert the pack until death took him. The challenge he had fought this moon was bloodless, his victory won by intimidation alone, but the next battle would most likely cost him more than hours of his time. Blood, however, was a small cost in return for honor and pride. Tamlin's tail was raised to a half-mast, casual position as he returned from the battle grounds. His lands were his destination, but he was in no particular hurry to return. Nevertheless, he would not waste time and worry his warriors overmuch with the question of whether or not he would be the one returning to them. Wolves like Ambrosia, Venga and Misty had so much faith in him – it would be a sin for him to betray their trust and cause them stress for no reason other than his leisure. His pace was a lope, easy and effortless. The din of battle faded into the distance as his slender stilts propelled him along the faint, almost nonexistant trail through the forest. Each of his smooth footsteps was followed by another in a dancer's tempo. The continuation of the pattern was simple, a mindless task, so the white wolf allowed himself to focus on other things. The forest sounds, scents and sights entertained him for the duration of his journey. Hence, he was very receptive to olfactory information when the borders of his lands neared. At first, he did not notice that something was amiss, but rather the knowledge that several new smells had laced his lands was all that registered. However, the aromas of his trusty ranked wolves – Ambrosia, Venga, Misty, Salek, Seoras and a new she-wolf's smell were also in the area, laced with the pungent, electrifying perfume of aggression. His fur bristled slightly at the thought of a single assailant coming into his lands for some nefarious reason, and he, still in a warlord's mindset from his visit to Quarrels Clearing, was glad when the coppery odor of crimson reported that the enemy had not entered his lands with impunity. The foolish canine had given his life for the mistake, but Tamlin had never been squeamish about death – he wasn't so soft as to worry about the end of some wolf he had never met. He traveled over to inspect the corpse. The lord's blue eyes did not widen, nor did his expression otherwise change as he regarded the scene of death. The tattered body was stiff now, limbs curled slightly, teeth bared in a parting smile. A cause of death was easily placed, evident by the gaping hole in the animal's throat and the puddle of congealed blood that covered the ground around the body. He considered leaving the body as a gruesome reminder to any fiends who would consider repeating the action, but realized it would leave the wrong sort of impression about the pack. Therefore, he latched his teeth around the scruff of the dead weight, and hauled it out of the territory, not pausing until he had hauled the soulless form clear of the lands and about hundred feet beyond even that. After that, he stashed it under some brambles, not caring to go any farther with his disposal of the remains. He had only just finished his maintenance task when the sound of a howl echoed in the air. The fur of the dead male had bunched about his nose and inhibited his ability to use the sense organ, so it made sense that he hadn't noticed the heady tang of a female not too far off from where he stood. He turned on heel, leaving the body, and trotted pertly toward the place where the sound had come from and the scent was currently issuing from. His tail perked upward into a more dominant position as he broke through the tree cover and came upon the lass. She seemed sad, and as he strode forward, Tamlin could not help noticing the single tear that dripped from her eye, shining like a diamond as it caught the light. He ceased his movement before he was uncomfortably close to her and spoke, his voice somewhat aloof, although, as always, unerringly courteous and polite. “Hello Miss. I am Tamlin, alpha here. May I inquire as to your name?” |
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- We will Fight - By Rhoedias February 9, 2013 at 06:52:48 PM
&& my Life fades - By Winter Shadow February 11, 2013 at 04:20:06 PM
life's a fleeting shadow - By Tamlin February 11, 2013 at 10:53:51 PM
&& my Life fades - By Winter Shadow February 12, 2013 at 01:14:28 AM
ooc: - By Minnie February 16, 2013 at 10:24:40 PM
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