<small><I>my heart yet beats%01 the poison draught of you</small></I> [ Kershov ]

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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my heart yet beats, the poison draught of you [ Kershov ]
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Posted on November 3, 2017 at 02:51:49 PM by Nimueh

How long ago had it been since she had sent Lev on his goose chase around Blossom Forest? She had wanted him to investigate how the rest of the world had changed given Crith-Thalmhainn�s own changes. She on her own part had told him not to bother going to Uyaraut - that she would inspect that pack herself. She had heard of the supposed �Ice King�, and wanted to experience herself just how icy he could be. Just like she would inspect their own pack herself. And that was what she had been doing for the last few weeks- she had been inspecting every nook and cranny of Crith-Thalmhainn. Nimueh had known her old pack - had gotten used to the treacherous terrain, the thin staircase ledges that threatened to collapse beneath weight. But this land was something different, something new. It was as if the surface had been stripped from the land altogether. She could see much more of the pack now - especially when she managed to ascend to the top of the plateau - it gave her a place to look over everything, to see for miles in every direction. And yet getting up there was no small feat. No, rather it required precision and delicate maneuvering� Not to mention a decent memory. For gone were the staircases. In their wake, there were instead the exposed caves. Miles of tunnels ran through the erected mountain, but not all of them led to the top. It was a labyrinth, and it had taken her all of this time to master the turns. She had quickly figured out how to get from bottom to top� But now she knew them in much more detail. She had picked out her own den, her own cave, and had set about marking it as such. And now that that task was complete, it was time to move on to her next.

Nimueh had left her borders a few days ago. The trip would, as she knew, take her longer than it would most wolves. She did not have much endurance given her defects at birth, but she was okay with taking her time along the way. It gave her plenty of time to come up with a plan. And to consider what Cynbel was doing here in Blossom Forest. Subterfuge and subtlety was not his style and never had been. Even when he had initially broken her trust, he had at least made the decree to her face-leave or die. But could she really trust his word now? That he was here to make amends? Nimueh shook her head, the limp rabbit in her mouth swaying to and fro. She should not be thinking of Cynbel, but rather should be focused on the king of Uyaraut. she had a purpose to visit the pack. Two or three fold reasons even. The first was to declare herself in a sense to him� The second was to explore the park and see what changes the gods had made for it. And the third? The third was to have a bit of fun.

Dainty paws planted themselves upon the ground, one in front of another as she took step by step toward her destination. She knew she would reach Uyaraut this day, for the wind had brought with it the cologne of a king. The boundary was not far off, and so she had only rusted a few miles back. She wanted to be in tiptop shape when she arrived� At least as much as she could be. She would show no weakness, although she had plans of showing just about everything else. Never way had never before seeing the ocean, and so she had thought to use it to her advantage. What better way to hide her scent than by using the very nature of one of the boundaries of the pack. She made sure that no one was inside before she began to stride along the shoreline. It wasn�t long before she came to a set of caves. She had grown rather comfortable with the darkness, with the musty odor of rock and stone and moistness. Her path led her to it, and as she was in luck, the low tide had pulled the waters out of it. Her petite frame crept in, and she closed her eyes for a moment to allow her pupils to adjust to the darkness. And adjust they did - when she opened her shades revealing her blank pools, her pupils took up most of her eye. She could see just enough to make out the walls, and without an invitation she strode in and began to explore these labyrinths as if they were her own. One turn after another proved to have a dead end, but the last trail she explored allowed her access to the pack. Claws dug at the steep slope, and she forced her weight off it, knowing that it she rested here, she would be in danger of drowning once the high tide came. Her body screamed for rest, but she ignored it and pushed on, until she was clear of the slope and on flat ground. She had gone above the part where there were any barnacles-the water would not reach up this high unless some reckoning of nature decided elsewise. Exhausted, she shut her eyes and laid upon her paws the gift she had been carrying-a rabbit freshly killed, and a set of herbs for seasoning. It was not your typical meal, specially for a carnivore. Who ever seasoned their meat aside from her? But she had a purpose for it - the herbs were an aphrodisiac, and she had every intention of taking advantage of the king. Not that he wouldn�t enjoy himself� For he would. She would make sure of that. But she had always found that the easiest way to lower another�s guard was to pleasure them. It helps that it would also pleasure her, and she knew that she was good at it. But in order to be up to her normal standard of par, she needed to be well rested, able to breathe well. And so though it was a sub optimal place to take a rest, her shades lowered and she rested, her subconscious mind taking over almost immediately.

It was not until an hour or two later, about the time when the sun was starting to set in the sky, that she awoke. She was recuperated, her stamina returned, and she was ready to go through with her mission. Was there a chance that this would end poorly for her? Of course there was. But that was half of the fun - the adventure, the thrill. Due to her birthday fact, she was more susceptible to injury than any other, and so each day post a threat to her as it was, and so she made the most of it all. When she died, she would not want to go out in some mediocre fashion. She wanted an epic death story. Not that she had any intention of dying this day of course. But she reached down and picked up her meal, its body surprisingly still warm in her mouth, as she continued the ascension. Her hope was that there was no one in his den, including him. She was hoping for a few minutes at least to set up, but she would make do with whatever she found. Her nares flared and she tasted his scent - it was not just from the boundary anymore, it was within these caves. She smiled, and follow the scent. There had to be at least one or more openings above, for she could feel the turbulence in the air. Still, she followed every turn that strengthened his cologne, knowing it would bring her step closer to him. The labyrinth of the caves was no problem for her - she had grown up in a labyrinth. Her home now was a labyrinth. This was comfortable. And by some serendipitous path of fate, it was within the half hour that she found herself with in the den. It was marked heavily by him, so palpable was the sense that she could nearly see him despite his absence. Nimueh smiled, and set about preparing the meal. She carefully and delicately filleted the coney, but only after she had skinned it. It was quite the task for being that had no opposable thumb, but it was not the first time, and would not be the last that Ninueh did this. Gently, lovingly, she massaged the herbs into the rabbit, tinting it with a complex taste. And then she prepared herself as well - her hunches rose and she curled her plume over her back, letting her own perfume waft into the air deliciously. He did not seem like the type to have a mate, but there were multiple perfumes pasted on the walls. She did not care at all - this was not meant to turn into relationship, but rather a bargaining tool. Her body was a powerful weapon, and she meant to use it as such. As the sound of approaching paw steps reach her odds, she placed a coy smile upon her face and peered behind her. She was to the left of the prepared meal, that was sectioned out displayed beautifully. Everything was perfect, now all that had to happen was for it all to be executed.

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FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV November 12, 2017 at 06:06:20 PM
my heart beats yet, the poison draught of you - By Nimueh November 17, 2017 at 05:27:57 PM

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