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 July 4, 2016 at 04:28:56 AM by Dante
the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who __________________________________________ Time and time again the young Queen, it seemed, could find no match for her heart. It had only been once in her life that love had truly seeped into her cavernous chest and filled it with the heat of passion. Only one wolf had ever accomplished the feat of capturing her wandering heart. And that singular lover to whose memory Dante clung to so desperately had been unorthodox in the eyes of the Summer Eclipse pack. For a woman to lay with another woman was unheard of and was not permitted in the eyes of the reigning King and Queen. Dante’s mother and father had never cared, they were merely happy that their daughter had found love. A miracle really. No one had dared to attempt to love a wolf in Dante’s position. As Seeker she forfeited any right to the throne thus excluding her from the line of Princes that would eventually vie for her sister’s paw and seat upon the throne. Though her position could have possibly held more power than the King and Queen, it was a lonely life. She was freelander who roamed over the entirety of the lands studying, learning from, and working with all those she came into contact with. Though none ever stayed long enough to truly know her. Except one—Sable. She was nothing short of exquisite, like a fine wine that left the Ethiopian girl wanting more of everything. Sable, before being Dante’s lover, had been her best friend, a fellow traveler, and partner in crime. They stumbled upon each other in safe haven trying to outwait a sand storm that was blowing across the desert. The Ethiopian girl had come in just before the storm hit, knowing full well the consequence of getting stuck in the eye of the storm if she didn’t, but her poor compatriot did not. Sable stumbled in blinded by the immense grit and sand that had filled every one of her senses; she hadn’t even known that Dante was there. It wasn’t hard to tell that she wasn’t from around the area and she certainly hadn’t done her homework on what to prepare for. Her pelt was a luxurious plush of obsidian glass with snowy white furs contrasting on her abdomen, up across her chest, and that dashed across her face highlighting high set cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. And in a reverse fashion the same white hairs formed a classical eyeliner around both eyes. And this only accented her heterochromatic oceans that held the fires of hell within them. To say Dante was intrigued was an understatement, and so after cleaning away the debris she and Sable began to trade stories. The youthful, onyx lady was from the mountain ranges and she had decided without a doubt that the desert was her least favorite place. Dante had laughed at that making Sable as to where she had come from, to which she sassily replied, a place not so different from this. The fiery Seeker knew the drylands and so she knew what to avoid, where to hide, and how to stay sensible even when all her senses were blocked by the elements. She had learned to cope like that since she could remember. Senses were just additional ways one had to gain knowledge, and they weren’t always reliable. Sable on the other hand was just getting into the traveling business and quite honestly, very clueless. So while the storm passed over their little cavern Dante let Sable in on the little tricks and habits that had kept her alive thus far in her travels. You couldn’t travel the world if you died, now could you? That was the simple way of putting it. And after the storm had passed they veered off in separate directions, like they were only passing travelers in the night, but that was not the last time they saw each other. It seemed fate had it out for them and so not long after they began to travel together… You called, beauty? A rumbling purr vibrated against her jaw line, sending small shivers down her spine. Dante rewound through her sensory memory recalling the last few moments. How had it escaped her to be watching for the one woman who could pull her from her miscellaneous thoughts and memories? And then the scent hit her, blood. You haven’t been getting yourself into too much trouble, have you Nimueh? She teased lightly, though it did concern her that the Iberian lady was still hurting. Before Nimueh could say a word edgewise the Queen wove her way around to the other side of her companion and saw the flayed skin and sinewy muscle that was still visible. And she couldn’t help but wonder, how was this still possible? She had never seen anything like this before even in all her travels, she had heard lore of it but never seen it. Why did you never mention this to me? I could have kept you from harms ways… Her tone of voice was not accusatory. The Queen was worried and couldn’t help but think that she could have kept this from happening if she had only known. And now Nimueh was suffering for it, for her and she felt incapable of helping. Slowly the Queen worked her way back to the uncut side of her companion. Her maw brushed up against the curve of Nimueh’s jaw before she settled against her side. Her nares pressed flush against Nimueh’s plush nape and as she inhaled Dante took in her sweet, supple scent. She opened her mouth to speak but no words seemed to formulate on her tongue leaving her with an open mouth that she quickly shut. Maybe it was better to let her companion explain than to try and fill in the blanks herself. __________________________________________ 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 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
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