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 July 25, 2013 at 01:21:50 PM by tamlin
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Before coming to Bright Moon, Tamlin believed in nothing and hoped for nothing. He gave no quarter and expected none in return. Some version of egoism – not the petty egoism of a weakling and a coward, but rather the detached regality of a soldier – kept him isolated from others. He looked after himself, mistrusting the innocent as much as the devious. The did not move a single paw to aid others, rather keeping to his own company to the best of his significant abilities. That is not to say that he did not care for the needy, but rather that he found it impossible to aid them. He did, somewhere in his walled-up soul, wish to help others, but he was blinded by his own agonizing loneliness. He shied from friendly contact, making sure to keep every acquaintance at a careful arm's length to avoid emotional intimacy and the resulting vulnerability that would follow. In his youth, hardship stunted his socialization, and in return he hardened his heart. He had never intended to join a pack, much less a weak pack with no sense of violence and warfare. It was a strange happening, mere circumstance that landed his pallid form at the border of the ashen land. It was the first pack meeting in more than ten years, and he had wandered close to the unmarked borders in pursuit of a doe. He had just settled after a successful hunt when the cry of an alphess rent the sky in two, cleaving a divide in the darkness. He was drawn for no reason than a detached curiosity (or so he told himself), but nevertheless travelled at a timely pace to the clearing. After a few words, the charismatic new Queen had somehow ensnared him with her ideals. He unbent his pride and became her vassal at that meeting. She gave him something to live for, and for that he was forever in her debt. Tamlin's life, now belonging to the black female with bi-hued eyes and a lightening scar, became intertwined with the lives of her other subjects, resulting in what at first was forced companionship.. In the beginning, he was cold to his packmates, but soon the golden boy, Raylen, and the passionate russet male, Rio, won him over. Rio was a princeling from another land, and Raylen a broken soul seeking comfort. Tamlin personally never knew where his own problems lay, but even so they had grown steadily closer until there came a point that the white male considered himself whole again. He had believed that Satowra nd his newfound brothers would stay by his side until death had parted them, and was proven wrong when the dark-hued femme deserted them. Tamlin remembered his last moments with her with a crystal clarity. Even after going through those painful seconds many thousands of times, he still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong, and that tormented him. Her departure had been closely followed by Rio slipping away. Raylen remained in the pack a little longer, but he was shattered and became an unreliable ghost.. That left Tamlin, alone with the alphaship that she had bestowed upon him. He'd immediately assumed an expression of wellness, locking away his fear, his sorrow and his loneliness before it could become a problem. He pretended that everything was alright and continued to serve his absentee princess by doing her will. He locked away the sadness that festered within his soul like an infection, walling it off to keep it from consuming him, but otherwise ignoring it. But every veterinarian or doctor knows that wounds that never heal don't just disappear – they abscess. |
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