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 6, 2017 at 03:09:49 AM by Grey Wind
Life had turned upside down since Macaria had come into his life. What was supposed to be a short term stay in Abendrot had turned into an unintended imprisonment. And then it became intended as the brute had grown unwanted feelings for the female. Then it had turned into some sort of relationship between the two, no longer an imprisonment but not the agreement they had now. Grey Wind had been with other females before, but only for lustful reasons. Not for love. It was something he had not anticipated feeling when he left home all those years ago. But there had been something about Macaria that made him feel different. And so they had come to this agreement together. They knew that they both cared for each other, and if Grey Wind hadn’t been so stubborn to admit it then things may have been different. But he had been stubborn and things had turned bad between them for a time. Macaria and Grey Wind may have their conditions, but they were mates nonetheless. And that made the brute happier than he expected it to. The pair did not spend every living moment together. Not just because of the femme’s unique tastes, but for their own sanity. They had spent countless hours and days together uninterrupted when Grey Wind had been injured, and it was healthier now for them to be apart for times. At first Macaria would spend time out of Abendrot, but always returning. Until they realized that they were the only two wolves still living there. The ex-alpha knew that it was time to move on from this pack, but he was nervous to. He had taken over for Kershov, the best alpha that the pack had ever, or would ever, see. And he felt like he had been letting him down, even though the white king had not specifically asked him to. He felt like he was the one meant to lead when Ker left. But the pack had dwindled since then, and it had never grown back to the strength it once had. Grey Wind had been wandering about on his own, debating if he wanted to hunt or not before heading back to his and Macaria’s den when he heard her vocals in the wind. His audette’s perked at the familiar sound, and he knew that it was time for them to head to Bright Moon. They had both agreed to go back to packlife when they heard Kershov had claimed a new pack. He was surprised that the other alpha had not gone back to Abendrot, but maybe he had too many demons held there. Paws carried him easily through the trees to the pack that would be his new home. He paused at the border for a moment. Remembering that his brother, Summer, had once ruled here before he moved on. Grey Wind did not know if he had just left Blossom Forest if he had been killed. But he knew his brother no longer lived anywhere nearby. He didn’t hesitate any longer and followed Macaria’s scent through the brush to the gathering that had begun. She was not the only one there with Kershov, there were two other females as well. Grey Wind did not know either of them, but he was sure that he would get to know them soon enough. He heard Macaria explain him and hers situation to an extent before the king went on to speak to the female’s. He sounded like the same old Kershov, and it brought a smile to Grey Wind’s features. The male was sure that Kershov knew he was there, there was not much that the white male did not pick up. But he waited until he was done talking before stepping forward. “Welcome home. Any questions?” Grey Wind spoke up as he padded towards the familiar face. ”Just one. Did you plan to have a pack full of females this time around, or would I still be welcome amongst your ranks, my King?” The words had a tone to them that he would not have used had he not had a good relationship with Kershov before. When Macaria and him discussed going to Bright Moon he had been worried about the old alpha’s reaction. If Kershov had not left he knew that he would have been severely punished for what he had done with Macaria. But things had been left undealt with. He didn’t want to bring up what had happened, so he decided to act like nothing had happened. They could start fresh now. The past was in the past and he knew that he would never go behind Kershov’s back again as he had done with Macaria. Grey Wind padded to Macaria’s side, glancing at her briefly before focusing once more on the ice king, glad to see him back in the position of power. Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
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- Na mém obličeji nosíš 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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