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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It's weird, being back. I haven't been at the borders of Bright Moon in a long time. I left, trying to clear my head and put some distance between myself and Blossom Forest. I guess I thought somehow it would be better for me. I couldn't stop thinking about Raylen. He left so long ago without so much as a good bye and I know somehow that he's not coming back. Maybe I held out some hope that I might run into him somewhere else but of course that didn't happen. And now I'm back. I couldn't stop thinking about Bright Moon. I couldn't stop wondering how everyone was doing, how the pack was.

Now here I stand on the borders, toeing the line, wondering if they even remember me. Golden eyes scan the area before me. I wonder who's still here. I wonder if Darcia still rules. When I sniff the nearby trees, I'm greeted with a strangely familiar scent, but not that one I remember of Darcia. Has the leadership changed? My ears flicker uncertainly. How do I know that cologne?

When the call rings out, my ears prick and my tail lifts some in recognition. Summer? Could it be the wolf I went with to another pack once to talk alliances? That feels like a lifetime ago. I wag my tail and trot into the pack lands, heading toward his call. I wonder if he'll remember me. I wouldn't blame him for being angry with me for leaving. I didn't give warning or anything and I should have. When I arrive, I dip my head respectfully to him before taking a seat.

"Hello, Summer. Long time, no see. Things have changed around here."



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