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 June 20, 2016 at 04:44:13 AM by Dante
the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who __________________________________________ Slowly time had seep away from the newly crowned Queen. Her consciousness had lost all sense of time. Summer’s eve slipped away time and time again as the days would slip into the cover of darkness and the then the night would be blinded by the daylight to start the whole process over again. And slowly but surely the pains of the bloodily christened battle began to fade into the earth once more. The stench of the ursidae was mostly faded from the nostrils of the residing pack members and even newcomers had a hard time scenting the beasts. The Ethiopian Queen was finally beginning to feel comfortable in her new home and the knowledge that 1) the bears would not return and 2) she actually had the ability to rule over the land. She had only welcomed forth one new member into the lands. The newcomer was truly only a babe seeking shelter and Dante hoped with all her heart that she could offer this pup the home and love she deserved. Puanani was a young soul. Untouched by the cruelties of life. She had seemed to suffer little in this and yet Dante knew that looks held nothing of what one could have suffered. She of all wolves ought to have known that. That was the basis of her character, was it not? She hid so deeply the things that had traumatized her that outwardly she seemed crystalline. The facets of her personality were seamless, blending flawlessly into the figurine she presented. But at the slightest touch it could all shatter… In a split second, a singular moment every part of her could come toppling down. Revealing the thinly veiled Queen and all the parts of her past she tried so desperately to hide away. So much so that not even the fire Queen’s darling sister knew of it, she hardly knew anything of the wolves they called their parents. And all because Dante had lost herself. She forgot what it had meant to be herself, a Seeker, and without warning the memories of her parents became distorted. For nights on end she would cry herself to sleep because she could not see their faces any longer. Her father and mother, King Cypresius and Queen Akela. She would cry out in anger, frustration, and pain. The thought of never being able to share these memories with her little sister Seraphina killed a little bit of her soul. Her little firebird deserved every bit and piece of information that Dante had withheld from her for so long, and in reality she needed to know. Not just for her sake, but for her older counterpart’s sanity. Dante needed her to know, for only then would she have finally laid to rest what her trade truly called her to do. The Seeker would finally find peace, in the knowledge that the one soul she cared about knew the truth. And maybe then she could find love. A love like no other, if she could learn to love once more. Slowly her thoughts turned over until they finally came to rest on the thought of Nimueh. The Iberian woman who had teased the Queen upon their first meeting. And somewhere within her breast Dante had felt the stirring of a fire, the flicker of a flame. A small passion was ignited and she hoped to pursue the light. For it might be her guide out of the darkness that she seemed to be mentally shrouded in. And with that in mind the young Queen found herself throwing back her crown and calling out to the sallow eyed woman, whose touch seemed to stir the embers of her heart. Come to me… Kindle the embers of desire that beg to be stirred. __________________________________________ maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;; | Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana | |
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- My heart yet beats... the poison draught of you - By Nimueh June 21, 2016 at 06:47:57 AM
|madness breeds madness| - By Dante July 4, 2016 at 04:28:56 AM
My heart yet beats... The poison draught of you - By Nimueh July 5, 2016 at 00:11:04 AM
|madness breeds madness| - By Dante July 7, 2016 at 04:09:03 PM
My heart yet beats...the poison draught of you [ mature ] - By Nimueh July 7, 2016 at 06:28:06 PM