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 October 7, 2017 at 00:32:53 AM by Grey Wind
Thoughts of confusion and excitement swirled through the male’s head. He was happy that him and Macaria had found time to spend alone and just be with each other. It had been too long since he had had no schedule and just enjoyed the present. With everything that had changed, he was happy to hear that his mate had not been with another varg, making her even more irresistible to him. Many would not understand their relationship, but he had come to terms with it and it was something he had accepted. Besides, he couldn’t satisfy some of her needs, so she might as well indulge in them from another being. As long as she was happy then he was. Nothing made him happier than being with her and seeing that she was okay. Grey Wind had been worried about her when the lands had changed. He knew Macaria’s poppy addiction had changed her, mentally and physically. Since she could no longer feel pain she was more prone to injury, and he couldn’t imagine losing her. The male was not used to feeling so sentimental. He knew he always cared for Macaria, but the pair had not been sentimental. Neither were the type to sit around and discuss their feelings, but they had had a very intimate conversation when they were last together. When Grey Wind had been much younger, before he had come to Blossom, he knew he would be a father one day. He was destined to take over for his father and lead their pack, which meant that he needed heirs of his own. But when he had left that life behind and come here, and fallen for Macaria, he thought the idea of pups was off the table. He had assumed incorrectly though, which had been unfair to her. He was shocked when she told him that she wanted pups with him, but when she said it, he realized how much he wanted a family. Even though the rough past had hardened the male, he was still the family type. The pair discussed the details of it, and he knew soon he would be a father if nature worked out. After Grey Wind and Macaria had parted ways temporarily, he wandered about the packlands. He was restless, and didn’t want to just go back to their den, so he decided it was time to patrol the borders. It gave him something to do and helped him get out some of the energy he had pent up, running and trotting through the land until he felt strain on his muscles and he was panting with the effort. But the strain on his muscles was a pain that he had missed. It had been too long since he really worked his body. After some time, the vocals of a stranger reached his audettes, and he paused his stride to determine where it was coming from. The male turned around, traveling through the land until he saw the form of a white female, a stranger to him. As he approached, he noticed how bright blue her orbs were, and wondered if she what the story with that was. Perhaps she had some sort of deformity. They were all he could focus on for a moment. Grey Wind stopped his movement when he was a few feet in front of her, curious what she was here for. ”Hello, my name is Grey Wind. What is your title and what brings you to Uyaraut?” The male had not greeted another being at the border of a pack in a long time, and last time he had done it he had had to introduce himself as an alpha. It felt more natural this way, and he was glad that he was serving under Kershov once more. Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3
| GreyWind | Adult |Uyaraut| Tied to Macaria | |
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