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 25, 2013 at 06:17:06 AM by Japalac
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The broken back is unmistakable though it does not always curve the spine. As the pale wolf moved towards him, despite her obvious allegiance to the pack, all thoughts of Bright Moon fell away. Japalac could not retrieve them if he tried; he was caught in a sort of reverie, watching her as she watched him. She was beautiful, yes sure, of course, those eyes like devilish fraternal twins teasing the on-looker. Where one sought to drown, the other blazed with the bright green of excitement, but both were drenched in a wild, painful despair. Her whole demeanor, everything about her, sorrow and all, took his breath away. His mind prickled with sharp stings of anger. Oh fate, what have you done? He winced at her flat voice, seemingly so devoid of life that it had to steal some from its speaker, as Venga lapsed into a somber silence. The gamma was absorbed in a thought, that much was obvious. The tilt of her crown, while politely angled towards him, was merely instinctual; when she flicked her eyes to his, he wasn’t sure exactly what she saw. “You are lucky.” Japalac mused, his voice still scratchy and much too weak, betraying the lingering nerves that certainly hadn’t forgotten his proximity to pack lands. “To have found yourself at all.” This was unexpected. The outward signs of defeat, the contorted brow, the proud carry of the shoulders diminished and preserved in a fine china glass. The male was no healer, he was not very wise, he knew too little of this wolf to alleviate her suffering. But his heart was in the right place, and at very specific times, that was worth more than all the other traits combined. He leaned towards her, just a lengthening of the neck, while the paws stayed firmly put, his eyes fixed for a moment on heaven before riveting back to her. “Tell me. Venga...” The male continued firmly. “I will listen. Something tells me you have more to fear from those you know than a stranger, tonight.” After a thought, Japalac murmured, “I have yet to break your heart.” {ooc} do it girl! chase the muse. o.O What happened after Rannie disappeared? |
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- 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