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 26, 2016 at 04:17:39 AM by Dakota
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {|| dakota || male || bright moon || omega || no mate || greensmurf ||} ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A scrape. Just a scrape. He was lucky. Nimueh had been struck at least twice, the first time hard. Rodan was lying at least half dead in the brush somewhere. And he, not nearly as fast or as strong as either of them, had managed to finish the fight with a mere scrape. Little more than a scratch, really. There was a small trickle of blood forming on his skin and when the tips of the claws had first marked his skin it stung but now it was more itchy than painful. And speaking of itchy… he turned around the area until his eyes found Nimueh. He owed her endless thanks for the idea with the peppermint. He was completely untouched by the wasps despite having been in the thick of battle at one point. The bloody and mangled bodies of his pack mates weren’t made that way in vain. The bear was gone and even if it was only temporary, the land was theirs and it was peaceful – at least, in the most bare boned sense of the word. He tried to take a step towards Nimueh but felt dizzy and so let himself fall back on his haunches to regain his composure. He didn’t have any physical reason to be off kilter, at least none he could detect, so he thought it might be shock. He didn’t even notice the unrelenting ringing in his ears until his eyes saw Dante. The fiery femme’s mouth was moving the way a canine’s did when they were speaking and it was garbled behind the ringing. When Dakota tried to really focus his hearing onto his alpha the ringing became louder, as if punishment for trying to make his ears work. He shook his head lightly which not only didn’t lighten up the ringing in his ears, it caused his vision to begin going fuzzy. It looked the way that a limb falling asleep feels. And so he shut his eyes and focused only on breathing. Slowly at first and working his way up to his usual breathing pattern. i n h a l e…e x h a l e… i n h a l e…e x h a l e…in ha le… ex ha le..inhale…exhale. fuck… he muttered sort of gravelly, under his breath. He wasn’t the worst hurt. Or second worst. Or third. He came out of the fight the most physically intact and they needed him. Not him, exactly, but anyone that could physically be of use. It wasn’t the time for a mental white out. In his mind he was cursing himself, repeating come on, come on, come on in his inner monologue and by some miracle, the ringing began pulling back. It became a dull, throbbing hum but he could hear voices. By the time his hearing was mostly recovered he caught the end of the phrase -regards from Kalgalath.” His dark brown eyes shot open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and with a feeling of relief his eyesight was fine. A little fuzzy the way it gets when you’ve closed your eyes tightly for too long, but that cleared up within a few seconds. He looked up and saw a wolf near Nimueh and with everything that had just happened his initial reaction was hackles bristly and eyes narrowed. However the strange wolf showed no aggression. He noted the odd collection of leaves the new wolf had brought with her. R- augh- he tried speaking in her direction but the word turned into a cough. His mouth was dry and he tried not to panic himself back into another dizzy spell. With a calm mind, he stood to his feet, finding it much easier this time, and marched the few steps in their direction. He cleared his throat on his way over so he wouldn’t have trouble getting his words out again. “Rodan needs the most immediate attention.” He gestured with his paws towards where Rodan’s body was laid out. “Show me what to do, I’ll help her; at least hold her over while you tend to him. Please.” His voice was soft, little more than a whisper, but it was well articulated and he was close to them so they should have been able to hear him. Dakota’s eyes were pleading… he wanted; needed to be of use. |
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- |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