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 5, 2017 at 03:46:07 AM by Macaria
Her head shook with irritation and aggravation - she had not had a good meal in the last few days, had been forced to feed upon lesser things. That is - the normal diet of wolves - Lera. She could have gone searching out larger ones - deer, moose, elk, and other such quadrupeds but while she was now fearless, she was not stupid and never had been. Macaria was well aware of the season - the fawns would all be well protected and one wolf against a whole herd of deer? She would be more likely to be injured and left without anything in her stomach than to leave wounded with something in her stomach. And then the chance of her leaving unscathed and full? There was no chance. It did not matter that she would not be able to feel the pain - she could bleed out without feeling any agony. But she wanted to remain alive, at least for the time being, and that gave her her only source of a sense of self-preservation. And so instead she had pulled together her mind and had focused it in order to catch something smaller. She was very nearly disgusted in herself, having been robbed of both her preferred meal and the thrill and danger of it all, but at least she was full. Her stomach at least. There was something else that was ravenous however, and it was the lust rumbling in her loins. Macaria and Grey had finally come to an understanding of sorts and were mates... of sorts. She loved him and would not deny such a thing, and he had finally admitted his feelings for her. But in the time in between her change into a cannibal and now she had had too much time to experiment. She had a certain pleasure in devouring her sexual partners and because she had no desire to eat Grey Wind alive, she had refused to give up her polygamy. Grey had been furious of course. Jealousy and a fierce sense of obsession for her ran deep in his veins, as well as a healthy hatred for any who dared to touch Macaria. But if they were to be together at all, there would have to be a compromise somewhere. Macaria had thusly promised never to bring any of her lovers home. But she had done that already had been Grey's counter argument. And then there had been... 'heated discussion' about how he would just make himself more available to her sexual urges and she could just feed elsewhere, with no need to cross the two urges. Macaria's firm hard stare had been cold and she had not even graced him with a verbal reply. For hours or days perhaps their discussions had gone on, until some simple rules had been set forth. Grey and Macaria would leave Abendrot. As it was now, anyway, they had been the only two still living within the boundaries of the land... there was no pack for Grey Wind to rule over. And so they had left - erasing not the memory of Macaria's relationship with Padfoot, but at least erased Abendrot as their own. The next thing that had been decided is that Macaria would be completely honest with him about her meals - both sexual and those actually eaten, so that an amount of trust could be reinstalled within the two of them. Of course it has already been said that she was not allowed to bring another into their home which for now was just their den in a loner land, but whenever they joined another pack, would mean that they could not be a packmate. Macaria had shrugged and agreed to that one without a second thought - she did not much care who her partners were, as long as they satiated her. But over the last few days Grey Wind had been compensating. Perhaps it was an effort to show her that he could fill one of her hungers... but he would never understand how closely they were tied. She enjoyed one and the other... but the two together fulfilled her in such a different way. Finally she had been able to separate herself from him and had tried in vain to find a victim for herself, but had only managed to find Lera, and now was grudgingly full. Inhaling deeply she sighed before tilting her head back and calling for Grey Wind. They had already agreed on their next move - Kershov was returned and had claimed a land. Why he had not chosen Abendrot was unclear, but they had agreed to join his pack once more. After her song cut short she paused to clean the blood and gore from her black pelt, for she had not just killed the two hares, she had painted herself in their blood as she had devoured them. Bit by bit she groomed herself until its healthy black sheen returned, free of any debris. Only then did she set off toward Bright Moon herself, figuring that the time she had spent cleaning herself would have given him enough time to get on the path toward Bright Moon, even if it still meant she would arrive ahead of him. Taking a leisurely choice of gait, she trotting over the land and toward the pack. It was a strange twist of fate, considering Grey's own brother had once ruled there but somehow it was fitting. Without a hesitation, she crossed over the boundary, noting the faint familiar musk of Kershov. Deeper and deeper she traveled into the bowels until she finally came upon him... and two others. She sneered, before entering the scene, knowing that this would be an interesting reconvergence - the last time Kershov had seen her, she had been a pitiful scared teenager covered with cuts and scrapes. She was someone else now... she was something else. Her step paused long enough to wait for the continued poetry of the brindled lass before stepping forward, slipping close enough to Kershov's side to intermingle her hairs with his. "Kershov." After a breath to allow for any reaction on his part, she would take one step back and dip her head. "Grey and I will be joining you. Do you require that I flip over, seeing as I was a slave when you ruled, or is my word of loyalty enough?" Turning her nape toward him, she would bring her maw close to his audette. "I think you will find that Halina has trained me into someone else... and there were twins who indeed turned me into something else. I am no slave now and never will be again." |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By K E R S H O V July 5, 2017 at 11:49:14 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind July 6, 2017 at 03:09:49 AM
Na mém obličeji nosí úsměv, ale uvnitř je démon - By Frekari July 6, 2017 at 08:29:34 AM
{we can't all be cheerful} - By Milo November 6, 2017 at 09:29:38 AM
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