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 May 8, 2013 at 11:06:00 PM by Jack Frost
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Right. Frost hadn’t been with his gang since their last meeting at the stones—and even then, he was a bit shaky. Winter was ending then… as were his teen years. The white demon paced the borders of Bright Moon with anxiety spilling in all directions. Anxiety always spilled from him in these damn warm months. He hated them. He was a winter child, someone who was born and raised in the snow, kept in the cold and shuffled underground when spring and summer came around. Only when Fall arrived again did he come out… but this wasn’t Fall. Jack Frost had broken his tradition. Perhaps it was him trying to turn over a new leaf, make something of himself and not just in the winter time. A cold gust of air brought a delighted shiver to his bones, soaking him in happiness to the marrow. But the moment, and the happiness and delight, disappeared as quickly as they came. And he was left alone once more. He turned his dial over his shoulder to look back at the area where the vargs in his gang would be meeting soon… and soon they would infiltrate Bright Moon to cause the same kind of trouble they gave Abendrot. A smartass smirk came to the adult’s mug. He was much more handsome than he had been as a lanky teen, but that was to be expected. Frost had always been an eye catcher. He was just never into using those charms to earn himself a bloodline that eventually would produce a royal ancestry… No. Frost had no interest in females. He had done a few things with Carmen and other gullible little faes who swooned at his look and childish outlook on life, but he was not the type for a relationship. He turned his frosted optics back to the territory and took off, kicking dirt into the atmosphere. He weaved in and out of the lines, knowing that what he was doing was punching the patience buttons of those who lived in the area. He laughed aloud carelessly, however. But he came to a quick stop when he scented a perfume on the gales. His portals looked around, searching for that which he probably would not find until she revealed herself. Jack Frost did not run away. Instead, he stopped and pricked his audettes, inhaling and exhaling dramtically—for, after all, he had been running for a while now. His tassel sliced through the spring atmosphere and he waited. Perhaps he was just a young, inexperienced, rough-housing, bastard newcomer. He could be anyone! Oh what fun… Of course, fun can never last forever. At some point in time, all of us wake up. |
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