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 January 8, 2015 at 08:45:08 PM by Gavroche
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GAVROCHE Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile? He is not looking for a “bright” moon; no Gav would be content with any kind of moon as he shoots a look up at the sky. Darkness abounds, thick and impenetrable, and the unequipped wolf finds himself given to the random stumble, the colorful curse that falls from his tongue. This night shades his brilliant eyes with a literal dark and a figurative anger that lies heavy on his lids. To hell with this dance—that of the wolf’s submission, in opposition to the superior’s condescending appraisal. But he cannot live on his own any longer. Gav is not built to snarl like a hobbit, yet what is this look on his face? so unbearably ugly, so unbearably tired? This look slips him into a crouch easily enough, where the shadow of his pelt melds with the territory borders. Gavroche; the manifested antonym of phantom, sleek and beautiful in his happiness but so grossly unkempt, so given to ill-temper, in the solitary confinement of his life. He wished the encounter at the lake could’ve given him some kind of solace, but it served only to further embitter him. Away with these selfish counterparts of his, who spoke little and watched with wide, silent eyes! Was he a freak show, this nomad? To be held on display as a kinless fool, in a land so interwoven? New starts happened here, this much he knows. He is not looking for a bright moon, that’s his problem. While he waits for it to find him, he wallows in shadow. A sour boy, an on his last-leg kind of boy, with an attitude problem that knows only an elusive antidote. So hard to get to know, but loyal, oh yes loyal, the dishonored knight rests with discontent at the doorstep of his future, trying to bring himself into check. KATI H.DAWNTHIEVES YOGENDRA JOSHI.FLICKR Ω 2014 |
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