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 12, 2017 at 01:36:59 AM by Frekari
The past few months had been eventful; first she'd trespassed on this land only to join under Kershov's rule. Then she had met with him at the lake. . . well the then lake, now that lake had been engulfed by one of the packs and that was then that she started her training with Kershov. Her training to inevitably become the very best he'd ever had. She had given her own permission for her king to make her into his own little personal machine. Do with her what he wanted. Make her into what he saw as the very best. Not only did she want to fight alongside or for him, but she wanted to train and be seen as the best in the pack. Of course now that they had started her training, every muscle in her body was sore and it often kept her up at night. Often kept her needing to move or needing to just relax. And so tonight she found herself completely sprawled out near one rock, stretching her muscles, relaxing her muscles and ignoring the pain. Half regretting it, but mostly excited for what was to come. Before their training, Kershov had learned that Kari could not in fact swim. Even more so that she was terrified of water, deep water anyway. So the fact their territory was legitimately on side faded into the ocean was . . . well you can see how hazardous that could be. Kari was working on it now though, she was learning to swim, learning to get everything right. Even learning she wasn't as good on land as she had thought. Someone with more muscle mass, someone like Kershov, could take her easily. So speed and knowledge were on her side there. Except Kershov was a opponent that she never wanted; the amount of knowledge and understanding of war and fighting was something she'd never seen. Even training; he had a lot of patience. A lot of understanding that Kari wouldn't get it in one day, nor would she get it in one month. So now as she was sprawled out, it wasn't long before she heard the sound of footsteps against the earth in her pinnae that happened to be against the earth. Before long she felt it and frowned. Who would be up at this hour? Regretfully and slowly getting to her paws; she grimaced as she turned around and took a few steps before she looked up and saw her. Macaria was it? She faintly remembered Kershov saying her name when Kari had trespassed. She grinned slightly, a chance to get to know one of her pack mates. Macaria? she paused to see if she had her name correct before continuing with her lyrics spilling from her maw. What's brought you out this late? Frekari // vixen // adult // Uyaraut // |
Replies:
- black.widow.spider - By Macaria October 18, 2017 at 06:33:13 PM
dead man w a l k i n g - By Frekari March 20, 2018 at 04:25:54 PM