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 21, 2017 at 00:18:55 AM by Grey Wind
Change was a normal part of every season within Blossom. The land grew with spring and thrived in summer, then the land would begin to slowly die away in fall to become the dead winter. It was a never ending, but predictable cycle. The leaves and flowers would change, but the trees would always be there. The mountains remained immobile and strong. The rivers flowed, but never went too far from their usual path. The lake was a constant source of water, fresh and calm. This was the land that Grey Wind knew, the land that he had come to know perfectly well and had memorized. But in the blink of an eye everything changed in impossible ways. Immobile mountains moved and shifted, rivers changed course and the lake changed. The pack he had come to know, a dense forest that he had taken the time to memorize, completely transformed. Mountains came from beneath the earth to mark new territories, trees and shrubbery that had once been were swallowed hole and disappeared. The lake that had once been an easy swimming field become a vast unpassable ocean. The male would not have believed this to have happened if he had not seen it right before his own eyes. He had been within the pack’s territory at the time, and when he felt the pack shift and move underneath him, he feared an earthquake at first. But this was no natural disaster. His instincts told him to flee, that he had to escape. But the males very next thought was for his mate, Macaria. Where was she, was she safe, was she in the pack or was she elsewhere? More panic flooded through his veins as he feared the worst for her. Panicked limbs flew through the land, avoiding obstacles left and right as the land become more and more strange to him, not realizing that he was running in a direction outside the pack’s territory. Grey Wind drew further and further away in the unknown lands, turning left and right in hopes of running into Macaria, knowing that there was no way for him to track her right now. The lands finally grew still beneath his paws, and he slowed to a trot as his heart rate finally began to slow. The brute panted heavily, his muscles aching for relief after his frantic sprint. Yellow orbs looked side to side, trying to see something familiar to him, and failing. Grey Wind wasn’t sure if it would be best to circle back, or to keep going forward. Adrenaline still flowed through his veins, making it harder for him to focus, but lucky for him he didn’t have to choose for himself what was best. Familiar vocals reached his ears, and relief immediately flooded through him. Kershov was calling the pack, and immediately the brute knew the direction he needed to go. He hadn’t realized how far he had wandered away until he saw how long it took him to reach the alpha. The male knew he was drawing closer as familiar scents of other packmates began to reach his nares, and luckily Macaria’s was mixed in with them. Grey Wind heard the vocals of another, one more dear to him than the alpha. It seemed that his mate was looking for him as well as he heard her call for him, and a smile appeared on his kissers as he picked up his pace. When the brute finally arrived he saw he was one of the last, if not the last, to arrive. Yellow orbs quickly swept around to see who was there, Kershov of course next to a strange female, his brother, Mabbit, the kalak, Frekari and the other new female, Athene, and finally his mate, Macaria. It seemed that everyone was safe, but Mabbit was soaking wet for some reason. Relieved eyes met Macaria’s orange ones for a moment before he addressed Kershov. The grey soldier bowed to his king as he spoke, his glance looking curiously to the stranger. ”Kershov, I’m sorry for the delay. I’m glad to see you are unharmed though.” His yellow orbs turned then to Macaria, wanting to go to her immediately, but wanting to speak to his brother as well. Paws walked by Mabbit first, before he would settle next to his mate. ”Brother, you have come in an interesting state.” He nodded to the other two females in a brief greeting, now padding over to Macaria and sitting down beside her. His teeth nipped at her affectionately as he spoke quietly to her. ”I’m so glad you are okay.” Grey Wind’s plume wrapped around her, both protectively and possessively. He purred at her, before turning his attention back to Kershov, waiting to see who this new female was and if he could offer any answers to what happened. Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | |
Replies:
- 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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