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 20, 2017 at 04:27:51 PM by Macaria
Macaria had heard his call, but had no desire to answer it. He was by the shore of the ocean, the great swirling tempting terrifying body of water that had appeared during the night. And she was, in fact, a creature of the night. She may not be the literal vampire that even now was wondering the lands, but she did not realize that that was an actual option for her. She had met two "vampires" and had allowed them to distort her already weakened mind. Under their direction, she had killed her own brother and feasted on his blood. Ever since then, she had grown to have a liking for her own kind-she was of course a carnivore, but now the taste of blood that came from another wolf ran so sweetly down her tongue and throat. She had called herself a vampire for a long period of time now, naming her self after the myths and legends that they all had been told as pups. But she just as easily could've gone by the term cannibal. For that was what she was, wasn't it? She was a black widow spider, mating with any male that crossed her path, before swiftly dispatching of him and feasting on his flesh to satiate her own hunger. But the femme fatale so much preferred the term vampire. And if he was coming to her, perhaps she would eventually become one. At any rate, Macaria was a creature unique in many ways. She had the drama, the pain, the confusion of her younger years that money could claim. She had had a tense relationship with her birth mother due to her mother's emotional imbalance after Macaria and her siblings were born. She had been kidnapped and nearly drowned by the prince of a different land. After returning home from that traumatic experience, she had been kidnapped again, this time by wounded warrior. And somehow, fate had twisted the path of her life around so that that brute was now her mate. Yet there were so much in between - The torture and abuse, her use of poppy to heal her pain, her subsequent addiction to that very substance. She was one fucked up Lassie, and yet now because that Poppy had destroyed her nociceptors and prevented her from feeling pain, there was very little that she was afraid of. Death would be a kind, sweet release. But more than that, it will be painless. And if you were not afraid of death, what was there for one to be afraid of? For Macaria, The answer was water. She had been overjoyed when her and Grey had chosen to rejoin Kershov - after all, she wanted to show him how much she has changed from the poor defenseless thing that he had despised. But more than that, there was no huge source of water here. Sure there were the small trickling streams, but there was no lake, no pond, and certainly no ocean. It seemed however, that the magic pouring through these lands and fasting at all had a different idea in mind. Because now, at one entire border of the pack, there was a motherfucking ocean. Waves, tide pools, Sharks, seals, midgies, undertow… A motherfucking ocean. The first time she had seen it had been today, and she had been staring at it from a far for nearon an hour. And it had disappeared, I haven't gotten smaller, it just stared at her and taunted her. She did not want to answer the call that the king had given, but she knew she needed to. Even if that meant getting even closer to the immensity of what lay before her- her deepest fear incarnate. The ebony painted fae swallowed her pounding heart and yet it still thrummed against her breastbone, making her entire body quiver. She hated herself for having this stupid fear, and so she faced it head on. Her short limbs picked up a trot, and she trotted all the way to Kershov. Quite to the group had gathered, some she knew and some she did not. Putting on her bravest face, she winked once at Kershov before taking her seat. Never once did her bright pumpkins drift to lay upon the ocean. Instead, she very pointedly looked everywhere except for there. She noted that her mate had yet to make an appearance, and she tilted her head back and let loose a low croon into the air, telling him to hurry. Normally, she was perfectly fine and happy to not have him at her side-that was not to say that she did not love him, because she did. She loved him fiercely, and desired him most of the time. But she was independent and strong, everything that she wasn't before. But with this new change? She knew that she would feel better if he was at her side. Her chin tilted down as her call grew quieter, and she peered about, trying to find anything or anyone to distract her from the ocean. The quibbling between Athene and Kari might just prove to be exactly what she needs. |
Replies:
- 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 mém obličeji nosíš úsměv, ale uvnitř je démon - 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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