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 17, 2017 at 02:09:02 PM by Macaria
It was a secluded area that he had picked out for their rendezvous, a circle of copse trees. These were perhaps the only actual trees within the whole of the territory, and Macaria was surprised that they existed at all. How many days had it been since she had seen a single one? After the change to an ocean pack, the camoflauge of a forest had been stripped away and had left the surface of the pack largely bare. Of course, there were the caves of the pack near the ocean shoreline that provided ample privacy, but they held their own set of danger, considering that a storm could swell the ocean and flood the caves, and many of them did not have a back entrance - any inhabitants in the caves would be caught between tumultuous waters and a rock hard boulder - literally. Macaria had learned this the hard way, and during the last storm had sought out cover in one of the caves. Luckily the water had not risen high enough to drown her, but she had spent that night and most of the next day trapped within the watery coffin, and when she had finally been able to escape had ran as quickly as she could and stayed away from the water for nearon a week, having no desire to repeat her near death experiences. At any rate, she pushed through the trees, wondering at their very existence - they seemed so out of place here in this place, so alien. Yet they were a welcome sight, not because she had missed their presence, but because she had missed the being that they had engulfed. As soon as her pools had cleared the prickly branches that pulled at her hair and flesh, her shades - which had fallen over her orbs protectively - rose and gave her a view of the hessian she had been searching for for hours. An uncharacteristic whine had pulled itself from her and she had rushed to his side, nuzzling against him quickly. In response, he had nipped and pulled hard at the flesh over her scruff, knowing that he had to be rough with her in order for her to feel the caring caress at all. She closed her lids again as she reveled in the warmth of his comforting touch, inhaling his cologne deeply. He purred and she mimicked him as he spread his scent over her possessively, but he had no need to. She had behaved recently as her hunger had been well controlled, and she had craved her mate's presence more than anything else. Macaria commented on the ocean and she felt him tense slightly. 'The ocean is not my favorite place. It’s too big.' Macaria chuckled and pulled back away from him, nipping at one of his ears. "Oh, my love, the big bad water scares you? Does the immenseness of its vast existence make you feel small and insignificant?" She toasted him and nipped at him again, but her pink small organ was quick to follow suit, running a wet carress around the base of his audette. For a moment she paused and rested her snout there. "You are neither small nor insignificant to me, my love. And as for the water... it scares me as well. But it is the not the size of the ocean that bothers me - it is smaller than the sky after all, and smaller even than the galaxies of stars above. It is just ... the water itself that bothers me." She had never told him about her fear of the water. Another being had kidnapped her before Grey Wind had, back when she was just a teenager, and had tortured her by nearly drowning her over and over again. Ever since then, she had feared immersing herself in any body water, no matter whether it was moving or still. She faced her fear daily, either looking over it on the dangerous cliffs or by traveling down to the shore itself, but that did not mean she was comfortable with it. "Oh!" Macaria gasped and let loose an uncharacteristic giggle as he pulled on her scruff again and pulled her to the ground, his limbs wrapping around her protectively as he began to groom her pelt. She could feel his rough licks cleaning her hairs of the salt that the ocean air had deposited. Somehow, even when she went nowhere near the water, the thick salt worked its way deep into her coat, stiffening her hairs. Occasionally, his tongue ceased long enough for him to use his incisors on her, never breaking her flesh but using enough pressure so that she could feel it, and each time he did, it brought a smile to her lips. 'What else have you been up to lately.' It was more a statement than a question, and even if he had tried to hide the tensing of his vocals, she heard it. Before they had traveled to Uyaraut to restart their lives under the service of the Ice King again, they had had many... debates. Often it had led to heated arguments, where they pair had ended up screaming at each other before making up with rough and violet sex. Perhaps they were not the most normal pair of mates, but they did truly love each other, and had between they a fiery passion - it was that that fueled their arguments. Eventually they had come to the terms of their current agreement, but even though their contract stood, Macaria knew he still had reservation about it. That he was uncomfortable with her polygamy. It was not that she cared for any of the other vargs she involved herself with, but she all too often fed off of them, and she had no desire to kill her actual mate. "This may come to a shock to you, handsome, but since you cleaned me the lack of other perfumes will corroborate my story - I have not been with any others recently." Her back pressed against his ventrum, she shrugged. "Perhaps it is the recent change in the land that had stolen my attention, but I have not been hungry for others recently." She paused and turned her nape so that she could peer into his gaze. "Do not think that my... odd palate... has changed, it hasn't. But I just have not had any cravings recently. Other than for you, of course." Her desire for her mate was amplified by the fact that they had been absent for each other for many nights. While she enjoyed sleeping by his side, she also enjoyed her solitude, and often slept by herself underneath the stars above. "I have mainly been watching the ebb and flow of the ocean, and exploring the new lay of the land. So, then. What have you been up to?" OOC - Read the new description of Uyaraut - no trees haha ;) |
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