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 March 19, 2013 at 02:49:01 AM by Bestiale and Kurt
The huge white beast trod through the forest, his muscles moving under his thick fur. Blood red covered the fur just around his devilish amber eyes. The fine wine had just barely touched the outer fur on his neck, before finding it's way to cover his back and the top of his tail. One of his front paws had been dipped in the vivid red color. Bestiale was the demon's name. Behind him tread a small annoying twit that just wouldn't leave him alone. The pup's name was Kurt. And though he may never admit it, Bestiale was sort of glad to have the pup with him. The big brute was trying to become ore kind and caring than his past had originally allowed. He didn't want to try and kill every threat he saw, and most certainly didn't want to hurt anyone. Sometimes his inner beast would just take over, leaving his soul helpless. The duo soon made it to the border, Bestiale gave the pup a humorous glance, an lifted his head to the sky. A smooth, crisp howl spurted from his lips. He knew that it would be hard to adjust to living in a pack, and not ruling it, but maybe he could at least get some high ranks- that is, without killing. Every so Often, Since I Look Like a Demon, I Have This Irresistible Urge To Play the Part |
Kurt was very, very excited. For some reason, Bestiale had been distant at first to him, but Kurt knew that the older wolf just needed a friend. So he decided to be that friend! Normally, however, he would have never spoken to him. Kurt just decided that Bestiale had looked like a friend he had a long time ago. You see, Kurt was banished from his pack, for they were very... attracted to certain colors. You had to be a warm color just to stay there. Somehow, Kurt had been born slate grey. All the other pups made fun of him, and forced him to leave. They had attacked him, not with words, but with their teeth. Since they were training to become warriors, the adults encouraged them to attack Kurt. So he ran and escaped. Back then, he only had one friend. His brother, he was blond, and had a heart the color of gold. Kurt decided that Bestiale looked like his brother, for their broad shoulders, big muscles, and deep amber eyes were the same. Kurt knew that he was lucky, for even though he had lost everything, he got a new friend, Bestiale. Bestiale was very confusing though, so Kurt tried not to anger him. Bestiale was the closest thing Kurt had for a father, the big brute had Kurt's full and thorough love. Finally, they had made it to the border of the pack. When Bestiale howled, it was hard not to try and cover his ears, it was so loud! Now all that was left to do was wait. Kurt didn't like to wait very much. Odd how even in the face of tragedy, There are often such wonders, Such miracles, To be found. |
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- Trapped behind Closed Doors - By Rhoedias March 19, 2013 at 08:27:47 PM