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 27, 2016 at 11:47:05 PM by Dakota
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {|| dakota || male || bright moon || omega || no mate || greensmurf ||} ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nimueh made a remark about being the jealous type and Dakota could not hold back a hearty chuckle. The idea that a vixen with her particular prowess would be prone to jealously seemed delightfully backwards to the rusty orange male. “Oh no worries, my dear. I’m not greedy; even if others dared to occupy my thoughts there’s always room for one more.” He tried to decipher her tone to his question as he circled her an examined her wounds. ‘Too excited to sleep’ she had remarked just coyly enough to make his thoughts ponder the meaning instead of just letting it go to the wind. He wanted to ask too excited for what? but he would have just been being nosy at that point. Besides, although he was curious it was fun to allow that little mystery to hang in the air between them. After commenting on her wounds he took notice of her eye roll and she closed the gap of the few paw steps he had retreated. He allowed her to close the distance and she rested her shoulder against his chest. Dakota was suddenly very aware of his body’s exhaling and inhaling. She teased him regarding his inquiry to the alpha’s condition and then purred at his jaw. Nimueh may have been a small package but for a wolf like him who’d had very little mental stimulation the last few weeks, she was a lot to take in. And he wanted to take in everything he could; after all, he wasn’t anti-social. Lying low for so long had really managed to drain the life out of him. The flirtatious minx turned towards him and commented on her injury as he sat back on his haunches. “The price she paid for being smart and beautiful”… she was intriguing but ‘Kota’d be damned if he understood what she was talking about. What did one thing have to do with the other? He tilted his head like a perplexed puppy and his eyes focused on the movement of the muscles that she was showing off. The initial glimpse made his stomach feel a little flippy but not to the point that he wished to redirect his dark eyes. In fact, he actually found himself leaning in a little to get a closer look. He very visibly grimaced which was probably what prompted her to ask “does it bother you, to see it?" His eyes flickered up to hers and then back to the injury, although he did sit back up straight after she spoke. “Not exactly. It’s more fascinating than it is disturbing. But…” His masculine tone trailed off momentarily as his eyes found hers once gain. “In order to examine such a wound, a significant amount of pain must be felt. That does bother me.” He knew his somber tone was probably killing the playful mood that had attempted to surface early in their conversation and he was glad when she stood up and began walking away, signaling that they were about to change the subject. As the distance between them slowly grew, he stood up and shook in a half-hearted effort to release any dirty debris that might be clinging to his thick coat. Dakota’s petite pack mate offered to tag along on a border patrol in the sultriest way a wolf could probably ever manage. A charming smile formed on his lips and he sighed in content. “I’ll never be bored with you around.” He stated matter-of-factly as he matched his stride with hers. “What exactly are you hoping to find out about me, Mon'Amie?” He slipped into a little bit of an accent on that last word, similar to what humans would call the French tongue. If she looked at him in response to the accent he would return the wink that she had sent his way a few minutes earlier. |
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