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 25, 2013 at 01:08:26 AM by tamlin.
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Tamlin appeared to be a ghost, a specter composed entirely of mist, as he silently traipsed the borders that surrounded the lands of ash and rebirth. He allowed the the familiar rhythm of his effortless strides to carry him forward at a steady, unchanging pace over the mixed terrain, trusting his knowledge of the lands and his own lithe body to prevent any slips. He enjoyed solitude more than most canines. The lord of Bright Moon was a serious wolf, and although he had grown accustomed to socializing, he would never be anything even resembling an extravert. The pallid-toned male spent too much time ruminating on his thoughts to join the rest of the world in open conversation, only allowing his formal mask to slip when around the ones he was very close too. Luckily, though, the number of those he cherished was on the rise. Bright Moon was quiet, as always, but it was not full of the desolate silence that comes from desertion, but rather the quiet that stems from peace and bounty. The various perfumes of his pack mates clung cloyingly to the borders that he patrolled, indicating that he was not the only one invested in the future of Bright Moon. This was a pleasant thought, and hence he his expression held something of contentment in it. His routine had not been ongoing for very long before the delicate aroma of a lady tickled his olfactory system. His head rose in alertness and his ears pricked toward the origin of the scent. The king wasted no time in picking up a lope, weaving about the trunks of young trees on his way to the maiden on the borders. His muscular frame slowed as he got closer, as he did not want to convey outright aggression to the wolfess, and he stalked forward at a graceful walk. The lord of Bright Moon was, as always, something of a splendid sight. His somewhat lanky, but sinuous frame was held proudly, and dominance was evident in his confident stride and upheld tail. His facial expression was a careful blank as he stepped toward the small creature, his impenetrable navy eyes, scanning the submissively posed form of the ivory donna. Despite his rather icy demeanor, his words were polite, though the gentle lilt in his voice remained. “It is not customary to cross into a territory without the permission of a member. I trust it was not your intention to offend, but please step back over the border, Miss.” |
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