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 May 19, 2016 at 04:20:04 AM by Rodan
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For a moment they seemed to be doing well. The creature’s mate hadn’t shown up and she was outnumbered 3 to 1. Those weren’t great odds, but they were better than one on one. Dante’s attack came first, sliding under the bruin to grab her soft underside. From his angle, the ivory hessian couldn’t tell whether she’d succeeded or not, but from the slight yelp the queen let out he could guess that the bear had done something. Next came Dakota, and Ro not long after. The warrior kept an eye on his comrade. As the bear reared, he knew he had to go for her hind leg and bring her back onto all fours. Dakota’s attack didn’t hit it’s mark, but neither did the bruin’s attempt to claw him, only managed to reach him with the tips of her knives. When Rodan’s daggers bit through flesh, he thought that his plan had been executed as he’d intended, but as he tore it away he realized that it was not so. He’s missed the bone that he’d been aiming for, succeeding only in turning the enraged bear’s attention on to him. The creature swung at him, a force made even more powerful by the fact that she was still on two legs and could put her shoulder into it. There was no way he could have dodged it. As soon as mismatched optics registered the strike it hit him. And it hit him hard. The strike flung him back, a crack resounding from somewhere in his leg, he thought. The ringing in his ears kept him from being sure, but the blossoming pain was definitely an indicator. Maybe there was rib as well, he didn’t know. The hessian landed heavily in the dirt, the smell of iron filling the air. Blood. His blood? A wet, sticky feeling came from his chest, as did what felt like burning. This wasn’t just some little nick, the bear had to have caught him with her claws. Not being able to see his chest meant he couldn’t fully tell what had been inflicted, but the bleeding was heavy, more severe than he knew, and beginning to stain the ground. The warrior wasn’t of any more use in this fight. Ro refused to whimper. That wasn’t his way. He was supposed to be the tough one, after all. But this… this was testing his limits. He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose. The brute became aware of Nimueh in the brush, making it seem like there were more lupines to come. That seemed to do the trick as the bruin turned tail and ran. Dante barked in happiness. The queen moved into the center of the clearing, barking again to summon the group. The titan forced himself to stand, pushing himself up with his good legs. His vision blurred and he swayed, almost sitting. His chest was on fire, the deep red staining in his snowy coat, but he was making it to Dante if it killed him. It was difficult for the brute to focus on the ethiopianess’ words as his head swam. She was talking about how Bright Moon was their home one minute, the next thanking them. Rodan meant to nod and smile at her, but that wasn’t what he did. He let out some sort of pained bark of “Healer.” Before his legs gave out. He needed one. He needed one bad. | |
Replies:
- My heart yet beats... The poison draught of you - By Nimueh May 20, 2016 at 04:49:42 PM
qui veulent me prendre - By Dakota May 26, 2016 at 04:17:39 AM
|madness breeds madness| - By Dante June 5, 2016 at 07:01:26 PM
My heart yet pumps, the poison draught of you - By Nimueh June 5, 2016 at 10:46:35 PM