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 27, 2016 at 01:40:45 AM by Rodan
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He’d missed it. It had been right in front of him and he’d missed it. Kahn was surely rolling in his grave. The brute could almost hear him yelling. Rodan knew that he’d made a mistake the moment he’d felt the branch snap beneath his weight. His focus had been too narrow, too tunneled. That had always been his problem: he spent so much time on the little details that the big picture was out of sight. An error like this was surely preventable, if only the warrior had used a fraction of a second more to take in his surroundings. Ro inwardly scolded himself for this carelessness, this stupidity, as the bear turned its dark eyes towards him. Both parties remained there for a moment, staring at each other. Mismatched eyes widened in silent fear (and that was the only way it would ever be shown), muscles tense and frozen, lips pulled back in a snarl. Rodan’s ears swiveled around, adding to his more aggressive stance, the low rumble that had built up in his chest making its way out into the open air. Fear was replaced with strength and wide eyes turned narrowed, eyeing the bear just as she him. The newly formed pack was lucky, as it turned out. The blunder, which could have easily taking a worse route, proved at have some good in it as it distracted the bear from the real danger: the hive. The hit was direct and the hive broke apart onto the female. Nimueh and Dakota done their job. Now it was up to the rest of the to do theirs’. The ashen hessian took his gaze off of their target momentarily, just check where the others were. His eyes snapped back to the bear suddenly, hearing her movement. She was running… and she was running straight towards him. There was no time to get out of the female’s way, no time to dodge. The world moved as though in water, pushing against a powerful current. The warrior’s mind raced. He wouldn’t be able to move from the bear’s path entirely, no matter how fast he reacted, this he knew. But if he did move, he had the possibility to escape the worst of blows. As time raced back to its normal self, Rodan leapt back and to the left, a swipe of claws raking across his side. A sharp intake of breath came at the infliction of the wound, but it was the unfortunate companions of the creature that caused the most pain. A small group of wasps went at him, stinging where they could. Daggers snapped it them, hoping to disperse the little buggers. The ivory titan glanced at his side, inspecting the bear’s handiwork - A flesh wound, nothing more. He had been fortunate in this encounter. Nimueh, however, had not. The ess had sustained not only a deep wound from a swipe of the paw, but also a bite. Wounds that could not merely be brushed off as an annoyance. The bear roared and the danger of her mate arriving was suddenly more present. Then they would really be in trouble. Dante’s scream rang out as her attack began, soon followed by Dakota’s. Rodan’s eyes shot to Nimueh again, weighing his options. Her injury left her susceptible to another attack and it was possible that she needed someone to prevent that. At the same time, adding another to the fight would also likely protect her. The brute’s decision was quick, as it had to be, and he ran towards the massive creature. Nimueh seemed to be out of the way, though that was certainly no guarantee of her safety, and the pair entangled with the bear were in the more pressing danger. The queen had aimed for the bear’s underside, Dakota near her front leg. Ro would aim for her hind leg, near the foot. Hopefully, Ro’s daggers would meet their mark- the tendons in the bruin’s leg. If he was successful in reaching his target, he would bite down with all his might in order to deal as much damage as he could. Even a small nip would, at the very least, irritate the bear and distract her so that the others could go after he again. His goal, however, was to prevent the bear from being able to rear up onto her hind legs, which might not bode well for the small group. While it was doubtful that it would prevent her entirely, Ro wanted to make it painful for her to do so and that would hopefully keep her on the ground where they could more easily take her on. If he missed or the creature moved, he would dart to the other side, hoping to avoid any lash outs the bruin might have. There, he would reassess his plan of attack and see what could be done to help Dante and Dakota. If necessary, he would attempt to distract the bear with all manner of barks and growls, and if Nimueh proved to be in danger he would go to her and try to protect her. | |
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- 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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