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 July 7, 2014 at 03:49:55 AM by Roz-Lye
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The blood, still warm, clung to her naturally russet flecked paws in an ironic image. Accompanied by the red war paint that had marked her stunning visage since birth, Roz-Lye was a glimmering siren. Her face alit with a relaxed and alluring smile, the fatale was quite plainly at her ease here, paws just barley gracing the line. The coyote, which would have served as food a few moments earlier - gruesome, yes but Roz was no princess and would take what she could get - now lay, slain and inanimate a few good feet away, half hidden. She was hungry, and underneath her poised presence an unsettling growl put her moods in a nasty way. However, just like the frozen earth beneath the tundra’s icy skin, Roz had long since buried those spontaneous emotions beneath her stone cold walls. The first soul that dared show its face was a dark brute. He didn’t bother putting on his manners and approached her with his neck fur bristling like there was no tomorrow. A curled smirk of amusement flashed across the tundra ess’s regal face as her greeter slunk towards her as if she was a ticking bomb. Scared dog?. Well, that was interesting. Roz blinked several times and nodded respectfully in response to the shadowy wolf’s hostile bark. “My apologies. I wasn’t aware of your settlement until a few moments ago - I was… otherwise occupied. My name is Roz-Lye, I’ve come a long way and a home would be much welcome”. Her voice was surprisingly soft and pleasantly rich while Roz remained seemingly unintimidated by her less than warm welcome. After all, the brute seemed more likely to flinch back than act appropriately if she didn’t anything stupid - which she wouldn’t. But ah, it would appear the male was unsettled by the blood on her paws. So, he was one of those queasy and “morally correct” animals. Fair enough. “Regrettable, I’ll admit - but does one not have the right to defend oneself?” Her eyes widened innocently but an apologetic air held its own in the interaction. It was a fair truth, though the idea that a coyote - though stupid enough to treat her as prey - would ever pose a threat was laughable. Roz wasn’t one to be wasteful, but she doubted very much that these forest dwellers wouldn’t be offended at that practice - even this good fellow would probably rather her waste the coyote than eat it in front of him. Yes, regrettable. But there was a new interest now. Another warm blooded creature was approaching. The snow laden she-wolf averted her jewelled blue eyes just as another male - quite average in appearance - broke through the bush. She remained sitting, her posture as unthreatening as it could be with an effortlessly dignity, as the two males faced her. The newcomer remained slightly behind the first, a second in command? No, for their arrangement was far to casual for that - still, something made the second far more interested in Roz’s level stare. He stood like a soldier. Inside, burried beneath layers of ice shards, storm weathered strength and expansive determination, a kindling fire of resentment flickered… barely noticed by the ice queen herself. She’d known many soldiers in her time - useful things they were… most of the time. But nevertheless, the male’s watchful stance intrigued her, a discipline his companion did not practice as well. This lead her to believe the the second wolf wasn’t from around here… or rather, hadn’t been until some point in the recent past. Acknowledging his presence, Roz dipped her head. She assumed the alpha would be on his way - unless she was VERY much mistaken the two wolves before her were simply pack dwellers. ****** "This better be good", she snarled. Roz-Lye || She-wolf || Love for none || |
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