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 April 22, 2016 at 03:59:42 PM by Dakota
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {|| dakota || male || bright moon || omega || no mate || greensmurf ||} ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dakota sighed a breath of relief when the wolf on fire let it be known their first objective, their Plan A, was to chase the bear away as opposed to trying to immediately kill the beast. No matter which way they approached, this situation was dangerous. The cream and rust coated male agreed that the risk was lessened if they didn’t try to go tooth and fang with the bear. She went on to describe a plant that could aid them in this struggle. He listened to every word that was exhaled from her maw. The subject of herbs and berries and other such things was quite unfamiliar to him. His home pack didn’t really have a healer, not in the traditional sense, and he had never had the opportunity to learn about things like this. Even outside of learning its usefulness in the coming battle, Dakota was always eager to sponge up information in new subjects. He found himself paired with Nimueh, tasked with bringing the hive down on the bear. His dark woodsy eyes spared a glance at his partner in this in a sort of acknowledgement, and then his focus quickly returned back to their leader. Being introspective as he was, Dakota was tempted to let his thoughts branch off and begin thinking of different ways to approach the assignment but he didn’t allow himself to become distracted from what Dante was saying. That was definitely something he would have to readjust to when it came to living in a pack again. Sometimes other wolves needed your attention and that didn’t mean sharing your attention with your inner monologue. Towards the end of her instructions, another wolf approached the group. At first he shrugged it off as another newcomer seeking companionship just like everyone else in the group had done. However, this was quickly dismissed as it was clear this wolf and Dante knew each other. Another sister, maybe? was his first thought. He wasn’t sure why that was his first thought. Dante was a distinct breed of wolf and this other wolf didn’t look like her enough to assume they were related. Not by a long shot. He couldn’t help a small smile when he watched them interact. It was a contagious kind of giddiness that he was reacting to. They greeted each other and then Dante introduced her friend as Saoirse. Dakota offered the dip of his skull to the new lady and again returned his attention to Dante. She had business to take care of regarding her younger sister – namely getting her to safety. He knew that feeling; keeping a youngling safe even against their wishes. As soon as their queen was out of sight, everyone began meandering away from the lakeside to prep themselves in whatever ways they needed to. As soon as he had the area to himself Dakota let out a heavy sigh. The possibility of someone or multiple someones getting hurt was thick in the air. The possibility of failure was, he thought, not overwhelmingly large but still out there lurking as well. He sat down by the water’s edge. His preparation came in the form of meditation. Or at least something akin to it. The sinister side of being an introspective soul was the tendency to suffocate beneath your thoughts. He allowed everything to play out in his mind. One possibility at a time played like a movie to his mind’s eye; every possible fatality, every victorious movement, every bee sting. All his anxieties had their way with his mind and then worked their way out. When his mind was clear and he was able to fine tune his focus onto the task at hand, he rose up from the sandy surface. Time to go home. He made quick time down the path towards Bright Moon. He met up with the rest of the group there and after Dante gave final instruction, he and Nimueh split off from the others. He lowered himself so the entirety of his pelt was easier for his companion to reach as she rubbed him down with peppermint. She had explained to him about the purpose of this and he eagerly agreed. He wasn’t going to play it cool and pretend he didn’t like the idea of avoiding being stung if possible. Okay, well maybe the eagerness wasn’t all because of the peppermint. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the touch of the she-wolf’s muzzle against his body. As he reminded himself that now isn’t the time for this she let a purr forth, causing a shiver to make its way down his spine. Once he was fully masked in the peppermint he stood back up and faced Nimueh. Dark, intelligent eyes watched her as she sniffed out their target and then relayed to him information that he honestly would not have picked up on until they were face-to-face with the hive. It was wasps… not bees. He wasn’t sure what to do with that information other than possibly be a little more on guard, but he was thankful to know it anyways. She continued on to give him a plan of action and he nodded, agreeing that it was a good idea to use the branch as she suggested. He grabbed his end of the branch, trying his best to ignore the deafening drone of the wasps, and then followed her movements as they rushed at the bear. In his last couple steps before letting go he pushed his muscles as hard as he could, giving the branch a good extra oompf as it launched from their muzzles. His paws dug in behind him as he scurried backwards, distancing himself away from the hive and the bear and all of it as quickly as he could. |
Replies:
- Hear me roar (Roll #1 -> May 1st) - By Ursula April 25, 2016 at 02:46:31 PM
|madness breeds madness| - By Dante April 26, 2016 at 02:39:53 AM
comme les p'tits soldats - By Dakota April 26, 2016 at 06:38:58 AM
If I risk it allcould you break my fall? - By Rodan April 27, 2016 at 01:40:45 AM
My heart yet pumps, the poison draught of you - By Nimueh April 27, 2016 at 02:25:25 PM
Final Roll - By Ursula May 5, 2016 at 00:53:55 AM
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