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 September 18, 2015 at 11:32:02 PM by Summer
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_________________________________________________________________________ The brute was warm and comfortable in his den, Nzingha curled and sleeping comfortably near him. He woke from a dream about his brother, Grey Wind. It was from when they were pups together, learning the joys of the world and just being happy to be with their family. Before they had been separated and their family torn apart by the devastations of war. His brother had been different then. He always had had a smile on his features, joking around with himself and Ghost, their half-brother. At the time Summer would have said there wasn’t a single bad bone in his brother’s body. But now he was in Abendrot, and he knew he was stereotyping, but there had to be some truth to the rumors about those wolves. And he never would of thought of Grey Wind being with wolves like that, but he seemed more than content with his new pack. Summer’s thoughts about his brother turned from nostalgic to bitter, wondering where the elder male had gone wrong to end up with his pack’s enemy. But it had been so long since he had seen his brother that he couldn’t truly know what type of wolf he was. Besides, Grey Wind was the one who had been trained to be an alpha, and somehow Summer had taken that role while Grey seemed to be content to follow Kershov and his orders. The smoky grey brute decided that he needed some air, and with a smile to Nzingha that her sleeping form wouldn’t see he pushed through the foliage and into the fresh air. The sun had not yet fully risen, and the air was cool and refreshing. He shook his thick pelt out, audettes pricking at the active sounds of the animals that were out and about in the woods. His paws padded forward slowly and with no set purpose to the trees, weaving in and out easily. The woods here was more than familiar to him, he had walked the paths here countless times and he would never get lost in this pack’s territory. Even though it was now a routine for him to walk through the territory, making sure that all the wolves within his pack were kept safe, it was soothing to him and relaxing. When he was on his own he didn’t have to show the world who he was, he didn’t have to watch his posture and his stance and his body language. He could relax and not worry about being the alpha for a little while. Which had become a stressful job at times, though he did enjoy it and enjoyed being there to help out those that had come to him seeking shelter, safety, and ultimately a home and family. As Summer walked through the trees, not having an particular destination in mind, he caught the familiar scents of one of his packmates that he had not seen recently, Amalthea. He still remembered when he found, with an injured limb and more frightened than any varg he had ever met. He had been glad that he was able to bring her to someone that could help her and he was even happier when she decided to return to Bright Moon with him. He wished there was some way that he could take away some of the femme’s fears, though she was not one that liked to talk and he did not yet completely understand what it was that often frightened her so. He decided to go find her and check on how she was doing, if she was up at this early hour as he was that is. The brute quickened his pace a bit, a smile on his features at the thought of talking to one of his friends again. The smile was quickly wiped off his features when he found her however. Summer spotted her lightly colored form under a tree, curled up and shaking in what appeared to be sobs. Something had happened to her. He did not want to frighten her, so he purposefully made noise as he approached, stepping on twigs and braches and crunching his paws on dead leaves. He stopped his approach with a little bit of distance between them, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by getting too close. He lowered his bodice to the ground as a whine escaped his throat in concern for her. ”Amalthea, what’s wrong?” He spoke softly, wanting to know what he could do to help his friend. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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