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 December 19, 2013 at 03:00:31 AM by Iason
even if the world shatters around me, you are mine. To say the least, Iason was not pleased with the way his friend received him. They hadn’t been together in so many moons, and this is how Darcia saw it to welcome him to their new home? A look of contempt flashed in the creamy brute’s portals, a daringly offended look he knew he could offer to no one else but the dark demon beside him. Their physical reunion seemed to displease the Alpha, and Iason was not deaf to the harsh string of words that followed his placement beside the King. “You brainless moron. You come late and don’t even have the decency to at least be normal looking. Why are you all wet?” A sly smirk rose to the pristine boy’s ebony kissers, his previously angered oceans now dancing with mischief. Silky words formed in his throat; a sentence fell into place the involved the words ’you’ and ’baby’ with only a slight pause in between. However, before his teasing lyrics could travel the atmosphere, Darcia stopped him, flying off on some rant about how he left him all alone and how it was so wrong of him to take a stroll around the clearing. The alabaster knight couldn’t restrain his eyes from rolling within their sockets at the whole monologue. Poor baby, left alone for two nights. However could Iason be so mean? They were grown males now, he-beasts of respectable stature, and Darcia had to learn how to suck it up and grow a pair. As much as he admired his dear friend, there were some times that he just acted so childish. Iason was about to turn his valuable attention to the others in attendance when his dear adopted brother decided to add one last comment to their little one sided not-so-conversation. “Stop touching me. Go play with yourself in a corner and keep me the Hell out of it.” A chuckling grin overtook the warrior’s face, his icy soul gazers never losing their boy-ish sparkle. Another response welled up in the white lad, this one involving the statement ”You’re welcome to watch,” but Iason thought it best to keep that little snippet to himself. Who knew what Darcia would do if Iason got him mad. Or, madder. A male slipped in while they were having their ‘conversation’, and he clearly knew the lands as he seated himself by one of the females and offered a simple greeting. However, what really caught his attention was the entrance of another female, one with a dark toned body and the look of a dire mission on her face. Oh? An eyebrow raised in question, half the joviality draining from his façade. Was it wrong for Iason to be so wary of strangers around his newly appointed ruler? The idiot could be the most arrogantly sarcastic vampire is the world -- and he was -- but when it came to Darcia there was nothing but blind loyalty and, yes, a slightly overprotective streak. If these sheltered pups saw the pack these two boys came from, they might understand. The lass’ introduction was nothing more than tacky, though, declaring herself Whiskey and adding some kind of cheesy line to finish it off. Really? Iason was not impressed. The sidekick returned his attention to the meeting at hand just to catch the tail end of the dark brute’s introductory speech. He managed to catch the look on one of the male’s faces at the mention of ’mademoiselles’, a look of indignation that brought a sympathizing smile to the brujo’s face. He was in the same boat too. But he was used to Darcia’s insults. With his royal stuck-up highness Darcia done with his second monologue of the day, Iason glanced back around the clearing, his steady gaze finding the injured femme once again. Recent memories sprang to the front of his skull, forcing themselves behind his eyelids. Yes, as he was making his little ‘victory lap’ or whatever Darcia called it, he had unfortunately passed by this fine piece of feminine form. Her cranium lowered at his passing and Iason merely smirked at the sight, getting drunk on the sudden power he now possessed. However, the girl dared to raise her lip at him and threaten him with a measly tooth. It was obvious she couldn’t defend herself, judging from her rather ‘unwell’ current appearance; what sense did she lack to challenge the new Beta of this pack? Foolish bitch, he would not forget her actions so quickly. Before he got too engrossed with his hateful thoughts, however, yet another estrogen filled being entered the circle. For some reason she thought it advisable to step upon every dry stick she could find, making such a terrible racket that Iason’s ears began to buzz from the noise of it all. Perhaps she had some viable reason; perhaps she was just stupid. She seemed almost entranced by the regal before her, though, her gaze upon his own mismatched spheres. The jaws of jealousy parted deep within him, but Iason quickly shut that maw and pushed the feeling aside. Her introduction was normal enough, no need to raise alarm. However, when her russet form slid closer to the raven brute, Iason couldn’t refrain from displaying his displease. The light-tinted male le this muzzle drop slowly, chin reaching for a connection with the underside of his nape, but Iason stopped before it caused him too much discomfort. His frigid portals, however, stayed glued on the vixen, the change in his mask causing the bottom whites of his eyes to show even more visibly within their sockets. His brow furrowed slightly, dangerously, eyes as cold as steel. She was not in need of any punishment, per se, but Iason couldn’t help himself. Despite his best hopes, though, everyone seemed to want to approach the King today. Next it was his new best friend, the bloody excuse for a mistress, that advanced upon Darcia. He was on his feet in an instant, milky paws clenching around the earth beneath them to prevent his body from doing something stupid. One piston struggled free, though, his fore taking one step closer to the space in front of his ruler. A shield, a decoy, call him what you may, but after that initial movement no more came from the boy. A low, almost inaudible purr emanated from the knight, death threatened in every vibration. Finally the girl gave her name, Iso, and muttered out some other awkward words in an attempt to kiss up to the shaded hessian. This earned her a glare from the prince; kissing that boy’s ass with his job. His posture budged not an inch as one of the remaining faes began to speak, dishing her info on the previous Alpha. He had seen her warning glare before at his treatment of Iso, but Iason chose to ignore it. There would always be someone who disapproved with his actions, and he came to just not care anymore. He listened to her words earnestly, soaking up the data so that he could discuss such matters with Darcia later, since the doofus would probably forget it anyway. Then it was her boyfriend’s turn to speak, or at least the male that reclined beside her, and he said much the same thing. He took in their names, Misty and Summer, trying to keep a mental track of all these new individuals. There really was no point in introducing himself now; Darcia had already done it for him, if not somewhat insultingly, plus no one would pay attention with all the other commotion around. It was so hard not to be serious in this situation, having to take on stupid things like responsibility. Iason would much rather be laughing lazily and shooting witty comments at others right now, but instead he was all tense and solemn trying to protect Darcia’s sorry rear and half govern his pack for him. The boy would have to get some kind of compensation for all this work. And stealing a quick glance at his handsome friend, Iason knew exactly when he had in mind. [OOC: Uh, yeah, really crappy, sorry guys. Trying to get him up before I leave for Christmas and won’t have much internet access.] |
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