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 April 7, 2013 at 04:03:13 PM by Venga
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My paws fall delicately onto the ashen forest floor. The burn still stood out starkly as a scar against the lush green lands that were Bright Moon. My orbs drank in all of the damage, allowing a crushing sadness to wash over me like a tsunami. No matter how many times I visited this place, it never became easier or less painful. I still remember when I came here, showing Warrior this place. It's like... It's like this is where the old me came to die. Like, the ashy death is the emotionless, broken me that I was when I first came here. Then everything changed when Tamlin gave me a reason to feel alive. He gave me purpose. And every day I feel more and more like the girl I used to be is just a distant stranger, someone I used to know. My flaxen body, previously still as a statue, now flowed back to life. My paws stepped hesitantly through the ash. My whole frame felt 1,000 pounds heavier than it was. My honey clad stilts felt like they would collapse on me at any moment. Sad eyes began to water, a mix of emotion and kicked up ash, and I clenched my jaw. A choked, shaky sigh bled through my lips as I let my skull droop. That's when my eyes happened upon a bit of green poking through the grey ash. Quizzically, I brought my paw to gently clear away the soot from the place. Slowly, I realized that it really was new growth, covered only by the long since cooled cinders. I swept my gaze around the entire area and, now that I knew what to look for, I saw little new growths all over, tiny and choked. The corners of my mouth tilted up just slightly, the revelation planting a seed of hope in my heart. In a quite sudden motion-- as I usually do-- my cranium whipped up, my muzzle pointing skyward. A savage cry ripped forth from my kissers, a strangled sound full of all of my pain that ever so slowly ebbed to end in a sound of joyous hope, though still broken. I howled until my lungs begged and burned for air. Releasing the sound, I promptly collapsed upon the slate colored ground, a sad yet ever hopeful smile ghosting upon my lips. |
Replies:
- if you could fly - By Tamlin April 11, 2013 at 00:01:16 AM
I swear, we were i n f i n i t e {coming soon} - By Venga April 23, 2013 at 01:49:02 PM