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 August 24, 2013 at 02:39:50 PM by Venga
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Why did these things happen to me? Why must life be so trying? Would it ever get easier? No, I don't think it will. I have survived everything life has thrown at me, getting up again each time I've been beat down. But this, this was almost too much for me to bear. The one wolf who had always been there for me, who had cared and taken me in when no one else wanted me. He was gone. My dearest Tamlin. I had seen it coming, of course. I had seen the weak look in his eyes, the fading, but I had hoped still. Hoped until the very last moment. Until there he was, just lying on the ground, almost as if he were asleep. But he hadn't just been asleep. His chest had since stopped rising and falling, his heart had stopped beating. Because of this, my breaths came in shallow gasps, my heart began to shatter. How could he be gone? How could he have left me all alone? And I really was alone. The pack had died along with him, it seemed. Ambrosia's presence was spotty at best. I needed her more than anything right now and here she was, missing again. Bright Moon had been so strong once, what had happened? A deep sigh escaped me. I wish I knew. But I couldn't just let myself waste away. That's not what Tamlin would have wanted for me. He would have wanted me to be stronger, to keep on going, to live. And so that's what I had to do. For him. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, though, so I resorted to the ever popular boarder run. That's what I always did when I needed to get my mind off of something. So I traveled to the invisible wall of my home, where my scent lay strong with that of Tamlin's and even the stale scent of Ambrosia. Oh how I missed both of them. But I banished all thoughts of the like, and all thoughts in general, as I let the power of my legs as I ran consume me. I expected nothing more than a good run out of this, like I had gotten so many times before. Just a little more toning of my already strong muscles. I found myself surprised when a deep brown form came into view. I hadn't been paying attention to my nose, and now wish I had. I slowed, still hopefully out of sight of this visitor, and took in the scents around me. The stranger's-- male by the smell-- was easy to pick out of the all too familiar odors of my home. I stood where I was, watching his hesitation with mounting curiosity. Then a small bark issued forth from his maw and I cocked my head. It was not what I had expected. He seemed like he didn't want to be here yet he refused to leave. Curiouser and curiouser. Slowly, as if by their own accord, my creamy stilts began to move forward. The company of another was just too enticing to pass up. As I approached this stranger, I took him in. A sleek brown coat covered his body and, oh, those bright eyes. One would consider him to be quite handsome. I came to a standstill a few feet from him and for a moment I forgot how to use my voice. I wasn't quite in my right mind since finding Tamlin.. Hello. My name's Venga. I've found myself to be the Gamma female of a dead pack. My voice seemed to be laced with a permanent sorrow as I spoke the words my mind had not thought up. My honey clad skull cocked at my own curious way. My duo toned gaze rose to meet the varg's, waiting for him to say something. ... |
I think I'm going to bring her back into her crazy state like after Ranma disappeared the last time c: That was fun to write. haha
Replies:
- dust to dust - By Japalac August 25, 2013 at 06:17:06 AM
It's a cold and it's a broken h a l l e l u j a h - By Venga August 27, 2013 at 08:22:51 PM
dust to dust - By Japalac August 28, 2013 at 06:16:38 AM
It's a cold and it's a broken h a l l e l u j a h - By Venga August 31, 2013 at 04:38:24 PM