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 September 8, 2016 at 03:51:55 AM by Dante
the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who __________________________________________ No one. Not a soul seemed to be stirring in her pack lands. Nimueh had been the only one to receive her call and actually answer it. And when it was only the two of them… well things had a tendency to get heated. And fast. Dante had no complaints about this ‘friends with benefits’ fling they had going on, because at this point her heart seemed to be only dabbling in the pleasure she found. There was nothing that shouted out love, about their little relationship of sorts. Whatever it was that existed between them now could go on to be something more singular and one on one, but at this rate Dante knew full well that she was Nimueh’s only entertainment for the night. The Ethiopian was no particularly bothered by the fact, she had been akin to sexually spreading herself, but she had known many a wolf to do so and was accustomed to the life style choices that wolves like that made. It was an each to their own, kind of mind set. Dante did what she wanted, and she didn’t complain about the life style choices of those that she met. That was just courtesy in her opinion. But that didn’t seem to be the case for everyone. There had been wolves in her life time that had fought with her over how she handled herself and went about her life. Their rigid societal standards had crushed her down while she inhabited their lands and tried to keep up her Seeker’s duties. They would question her day in and day out, why this, why that? And it was not a matter of suggestion when they told her how to do things. They commanded it of her, but there were some of those rigid cultures that knew her position well enough to know what she did was strenuous enough and that she needed no one else to press down upon her limited freedom. For that was the irony of being a Seeker. One had the freedom to roam and wander the earth, but in these journeys you had to come to understand and know every culture and each wolf that you crossed. Good or Evil. Kind or Sadistic. It didn’t matter. And Dante had loved this calling up until the day she had left it behind, though one never truly left the grasps of being a Seeker. Once a seeker, always a seeker. That was just how things went. Dante had come to Blossom Forest to escape her marauding past and she had done some with seeming effortlessness. She had run into no huge barrier or consequences that she herself could not handle, but at this moment she was struggling to connect with anyone, save Nimueh. It seemed that only they remained within the pack lands. Where was Dakota? Or Rodan? Even the babe at the borders had seemed to quietly wander away from her visionaries and senses. So instead of calling a meeting once more Dante wandered. She roamed aimlessly and without purpose or direction. She did not have a starting or a stopping point, because mentally she was not there. Dante had checked out in a sense, everything was overwhelming her and she could not deal with it any longer. She felt as if in a sense she had let down these wolves that she had so proudly called together. Though in reality none of them seemed to have remained. Dante circled around and around the lands of Bright Moon, a single decision sitting at her shoulders. Would she be better to let go of the crown and return to her simple wanderings? Would it better for them all? And the sad truth was that she found no reason good enough to hold on. Dante felt herself slipping away under the crown and before she lost herself fully she would relinquish the power that threatened to suffocate her. The Ethiopian lady treaded heavily to the border of Bright Moon, unsure of how to say goodbye. She did not want to slip away unnoticed but thought better of drawing too much attention to herself. So she simply tilted back her crown, feeling the metaphorical weight drop from her fiery feathered shoulders as she let out a singular howl. A last goodbye. [OOC: Dante is no longer Alpha of Bright Moon. The pack has no leader at this point in time.] __________________________________________ maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;; | Queen of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana | |
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