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 June 2, 2013 at 09:21:07 PM by Ambrosia
It's amazing how a place to call home could change your life. As a matter of fact, it could be utterly altering on any perception once you finally are allowed to grab hold of such a title. She could feel it deep down within her soul, that only mere seconds after her paw touched the dirt inside the domain, she could feel the void close. Those few heartbeats of her taking in the beautiful landscape and catching the complete peaceful aura of Bright Moon settled her insides from her nervousness of rejections. The aroma of the domain racked pleasant chills down her spine. Her packmate's scents traveled to her nose, letting her faintly recognize Venga's perfume, recent enough to let her know she's been taking over border control-such a lovely gal. The next recognition was none other than her King's faint cologne. Ambrosia breathed it in, letting it settle over her, and for a split second, she let herself smile. However, as soon as the irritating emotion drifted from her mind, the obsidian beta's bodice tensed with a new one. Guilt. The sensation fell hard upon her shoulders, and remained there, causing her smile to immediately fade. A whimper hung in the back of her throat; Ambrosia had let her pack down. She had disobeyed the oath taken when she had been promoted to second in command, and went away without any warning for quite some time. The sad thing being is that she didn't really even have a reason. The conscience-stricken maiden traveled farther into her home, her shoulders and head slumped lightly as she contemplated on just exactly what she was going to say..and then it hit her. Why was the badass Ambrosia fretting over what other people thought? Sure, she'd left for a while, but at least she had come back right? Wasn't that what mattered? Immediately the ebony warrior's head picked up and she straightened her stance, all the while feeling like she was in a dramatic scene in a movie. Her confidence level spiked, and her satellites swiveled at the top of her cranium. After crossing the entire territory, she stopped by her favorite place; the pond within the borders, which held the soft sound of trickling water as it drained into a stream on the opposite end of where she sat. Lowering her crown, Ambrosia lapped at the water, listening to the bird's sing reassuring songs into her mind. Unfortunately, her moment of pure serenity was shattered by a series of voices and a not-so-good gut feeling. Alertness and automatic reaction shot her head up from the pond's edge, water dripping from her muzzle as her emerald oculurs searched the perimeter, focusing on the noises. Pinpointing the location from which the sound was coming from, she pushed into a moderate lope in the direction. Ambrosia couldn't make out the voices, but the distinct scents told her most of them weren't from Bright Moon. In fact, they were from Cold Summers. Trespassing onto our grounds? Didn't we just have a disagreement with Abendrot? Stone emeralds found a flash of familiar cream color as she came to a stop, far enough away where she could see the situation, but not close enough to let people know she was there. The shadows hid her lithe frame from being seen, and she sized up the other wolves. Immediate attention went to the four adult wolves: Two she knew weren't from Bright Moon, while the additional male seemed to have an alliance with us. Cocking an imaginary eyebrow, she wondered when he had joined, but all thoughts were lost when she targeted the off-white female bounding along with the three pups before her. Playing with the trespassers? Ambrosia's curiousness swept across her face, and even more so when she realized that these must be the heirs to the throne for Cold Summers. Flashing orbs became phlagmetic as the ebony beta's muscular body released itself from the shadows and padded swiftly and quickly over to the group. "What a very odd situation to come by.." The lyrics came forth with such beauty, and while it was not hostile, it was not pleased either. Ambrosia tilted her head to the side, the stern expression tensed, scrutinizing every single wolf before melting away into a sincerely sweet and playful smile as she looked at the gamma to the three pups before her, "How ever am I going to get our gamma to get away from these three?" Ambrosia's teasing tone helped relax the tension that she could have brought on her arrival. It was odd that such a normally cruel and straight to business girl could show such gentle emotion towards everyone. Perhaps it was because she had just returned? Either way, she knew she would had earned a surprised look from Venga, and couldn't wait to see it.  |
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- a wildflower is not a weed - By Odessa June 4, 2013 at 06:25:03 PM
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