::B.e.l.l.a.d.o.n.n.a::

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 19, 2017 at 08:33:58 PM by Athene

Athene had been perhaps one of the few wolves to be within the territory when the transformation had occurred. Most others apparently had been out of the territory, for when she had awoken during the night and called to them, none had answered. It was possible that they were nowhere near her-after all it was an expansive pack, but still at least she would have expected to hear an answer and call from someone. It was odd, really, that she had not startled awake sooner. She was a light sleeper after all, taught to wake up at any alien sound in order to protect herself and those she was responsible for. But the unusually colored timber wolf had awoken merely on a whim. It was then that the shifting of the earth had alerted her to the unnatural occurrence happening, and she had exited her den.

Athene had chosen the location of her dead wisely, and only after a great deal of consideration. Previously, bright moon had sat in the middle of a forest, with thick copses of trees decorating the interior. She had ignored the obvious choice-the hollowed out areas beneath the roots of alder trees-and instead had found a rise where kissing boulders had formed a crevice between them. It had not been much space to work with, but it had been enough for her. Days and days she had spent digging it out, working until her body screamed for a break. But digging it out was not the only thing that needed to be done. She had gone on to find another boulder, one that she could push and force toward the opening to even better camouflage the mouth. And then there was one less step-she had dug in the soft soil until there was a decently sized gaping hole in front of the mouth. She had chosen to place a shrubbery in front of her home, for twofold reasons. The first reason was to truly hide the entrance, but the other reason was for decoration. It had meaning, symbolism. After all, in her original pack, she had been giving her warrior name of BellaDonna. She was beautiful, yet deadly, and she had searched throughout Blossom Forest until she found that very bush. It was laced with precariously beautiful lavender flowers, numbered with five petals. But she knew that, change of seasons, it would not be flowers but instead berries-blackberries that signaled the death that they would occur if you ate them by mistake. Just like this plant, she was both a gift and a curse.

To digress, the shifting of the earth had startled Athene and forced her outside. Her snout had been the first to clear the entrance, her muzzle pushing through the shrubbery, and it had hit her immediately. The taste of the air, it all changed. The thick, dense aroma of sap and maple had dissipated and been replaced with a tangy salty almost bitter taste. She had never been by an ocean before, or at least had never been this close to one, but she had seen them from afar and knew their scent. If her eyes had not been the next organ to pass through the underbrush, and confirm what her nares had detected, she would not have believed it. There was not an ocean in all of this land, let alone near this pack. But her sweet honey pools had seen the waves, the ebb and flow of the water as it was pulled by the moon unseen. But she could give no explanation for it all. A grumble of confusion and discomfort had fallen from her lips, and the warrior had done the only thing that she could think to do logically-explored. Indeed, the thick forest that this land had previously been known for was gone. Much of the soil have been stripped from the rocks, and whereas before her den had seemed odd with boulders at the entrance, most of the territory was littered with those very rocks now. Athene had spent her day scouting the perimeter, expecting to be able to see it all as she had once done, but have found that was not the case. She was only partway around the pack as a whole, and night had turned to day, when she heard his call. She did not change her path, considering he would lay right in front of it. But she had to admit, she had no desire to go any closer to the shore of the ocean.

When she finally arrived, she was surprised to find she was not the first one there, but even more surprised to see a new female at the side of the ice-king. More than that, her perfume reeked of that of another pack. Athene arrived in time to hear Kari call this other one a stray. The timber Wolf snorted, and shook out her pelt before entering the huddle. The dense ocean air, heavy with salt and sand, had weighed down her pelt, but Athene ignored it-that was not the time to groom herself. While she had no love for Kari, if this other female irked Kari, I think he would at least take the chance to throw the insult back into the face of the kalak.

"Who are you, Kari, to name her a stray?
You who only submitted after much delay.
And who are you Kari, to question her here
Has her presence invoked jealousy, perhaps fear?

This is not your land, but belongs to Kershov King
You have no right to question which lady toys he may bring.
So shut up, and sit down, and tie shut your trap
So the adults can figure out what shit bag has fallen into our lap."

Athene how old no frustration or jealousy at the site of the brute with another woman at his side-after all, the Timberwolf herself, although she had lain with him only days before, was polygamous by nature. She had openly declared to him that she was not his and he was not hers. That she was free to see others just as he was. And really, if indeed this female was somehow deserving of jealousy, Athene would instead be understanding-after all, the king was a prime slice of breeding material. He was strong and well-built, along with experienced and intelligent. He would be the natural choice for any female wishing to have strong offspring. However, Athene strongly doubted that there was any romantic or sexual tension between the two- Kershov was not very subtle about his desires. The brindle lass settled herself upon her rump and curled her paws into the sand, finding that she quite enjoyed the different texture... although not nearly as much as she enjoyed irritating Kari.

Replies:

black.widow.spider - By Macaria September 20, 2017 at 04:27:51 PM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind September 21, 2017 at 00:18:55 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV November 1, 2017 at 09:28:01 PM
THIS IS WHERE WE CONQUER FEAR - By MABBIT November 6, 2017 at 05:20:17 AM
^{Na m�m obličeji nos� �směv,}_{ale uvnitř je d�mon} - By Frekari November 6, 2017 at 08:07:44 AM
{we can't all be cheerful} - By Milo November 6, 2017 at 09:31:35 AM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind November 8, 2017 at 02:04:14 PM

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