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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I didn't know what to say to him as he watched me. There was a sort of drawn sadness-- not quite pity-- shining dully in his eyes. Something changed when I flashed that small, sad smile.Something but I couldn't tell what. It was a nice change, a sweet one.

One that burned desire into his pools.

I could tell he was uncomfortable at the words I so truthfully spoke. It was like he wanted to back away from me. To be rid of my anguish just as I wished to be rid of it. But not a muscle moved in him. He was held here by my gaze and I wished so desperately he would not go. But I allowed my optics to drop, releasing him to do as he wished, no matter what it did to me.

But he stayed with me, this perfect stranger more loyal than those I'd come to think of as family. I noticed the way he leaned towards me just as I had stepped towards him. They were subtle gestures the two of us were exchanging, but they made all the difference. The compassion which his dirt covered frame held for me only served to add to the river of my tears.

His paw tread closer to me and it took every shred of willpower for me not to rush into him. My body and mind begged for the comfort of another, even if it be a stranger such as he. And the strange thing was that this male actually seemed to want to provide that comfort. It was such a lame question I had choked out, but still he answered it as if it were exactly what I should have been saying. My lids slid closed on my down-hanging skull. Japalac. I tested out the boy's name, feeling how it tasted in my mouth, how it rolled off my tongue. Eyes still closed, I felt the gentle touch of his muzzle beneath mine. I felt the slight pressure as Japalac attempted to lift my forlorn cranium to a place of it's former glory.

And I let him do it too, never once opening my eyes or resisting in the slightest. His soft vocals were still below my head, ready for me to need him again. A deep, twisted whimper scratched through my throat at his words. How can I not cry for what I have lost? I have lost those who have made me who I am, and so have lost myself. The lyrics were barely audible, but I knew he would hear them. Despite my own words, I fought the salty drops that pressed their way over the rim of my eyes. I fought them back with all the fight I had left in me, but they refused to subside.

In that moment I felt so hopeless, so lost. I felt like I hadn't in so so long. But then Japalac's rich voice filled me, his words sending a shiver down my spine. And I couldn't take it anymore, all of my resolve collapsed. I closed the distance between us, pressing my weeping face into his fur, reveling in the closeness I had created. I wasn't sure how he would react but in this moment it didn't matter. I really breathed him in for the first time, letting his scent fill my nostrils and dull my senses.

And he was right, I didn't feel alone anymore.


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