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 27, 2013 at 08:22:51 PM by Venga
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The way his eyes roved over me, it should have made me uncomfortable. A look so intimate, tasting ever inch of me, it should make me lash out. But it didn't. Something flared up in me, just for a moment and I nearly missed it. Nearly. But what it actually was took me back a bit. It was a sense of need. Why would I need such a look, and from a total stranger to boot? It was a question I could not answer. But still, I let this male drink me in, my shattered gaze never leaving his startling orbs. Contact, even just this kind, was all that was keeping me steady right now. My gaze refused to waiver from his form, just as his never left mine. There was something deep about his expression, something I couldn't place. It drew me to him, that and the severe need for some company. I was tired of feeling alone... His words startled me a bit, catching me off guard, though I should have been expecting him to speak. Lucky? Me? Hardly. I heaved a sigh that held all the problems of the world, giving my crown a slow shake. There had been obvious disuse in the boy's voice but it wasn't until he spoke again that I picked up what else. He was nervous. I silently pondered his words, the corner of my mouth tugging just the slightest bit upwards in a lopsided ghost of a smile. I supposed it was true, what he had told me. And I was just about to tell him so. But was the cost too high? I'd say so... The words that dripped from my creamy kissers were not what I had expected from myself. My tone was the same flat line that had come out before, this time having a tinge of my heart wrenching sadness. The way he had said those words to me, though, they drew out an almost-hope. I peered deep into his eyes, searching. They say you can see a wolf's soul through his eyes and maybe that's what I was looking for. I don't know, maybe I'm just being stupid. This wasn't exactly going as planned. I was supposed to be asking him questions. I was supposed to be formal, proper. But the razor sharp shards of my heart were tearing me up from the inside out. I watched him peer up to the clouds before settling back on my creamy pelt. I found myself taking an involuntary step towards his dirt hued frame. Then his lyrics hit my towers, gentle but firm. A strangled whimper clawed it's way up my throat. I barely caught the words he murmured after. That was it, the tears I'd been holding back so defiantly now flooded over my lids. I was at a loss for words, my honey dipped maw simply opening and closing, unable to make a sound. What is your name, kedves idegen? My voice was hoarse, barely audible. It was a stupid question, sure, but an important one. He was doing something to me that I didn't understand but I didn't object to. This was so unlike me. But as they say, when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change. |
kedves idegen is in Hungarian and means "kind stranger."
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