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 November 6, 2017 at 05:20:17 AM by MABBIT
The salty smell was trapped in his thick fur now, causing his nose passages to burn all the way to his throat. He tried clearing his throat to ease the burn but it didn't help one bit. It began to settle with time. His King seemed to be astonished with his arrival, making entrances seemed to always be his thing. He raised his brow as his King stepped in front of the unknown girl behind him. He grew curious as to her identity and her situation with Kershov, but he knew if it wasn't his business it wouldn't be told. “Er . . . yes. Some weather indeed. I don’t believe I’ve ever experienced an earth quake that completely rearranged the landscape.” Mabbit gave him a cheeky smile and then went to grooming himself, trying to get the smell of salt out of his thick black fur. He stopped once Kershov began to speak to him again, his head rising respectively to meet the gaze of his King. “Were you in the ocean, soldier? Or were you unfortunate to get caught on a wave-smashed cliff? I have a feeling these won’t be the ‘relaxing beaches’ I’ve heard some wolves dream about.” He gave a soft chuckle and nodded to the sea that's waves crashed. "My den was out there, somewhere. I was taking an afternoon snooze after some rounds around the border and my den got flooded, I was pulled out to sea." He paused and looked out to the waters. "There's something pretty nasty fish out there, some that will gobble a soldier whole apparently. It charged me, teeth in many rows flashing and far sharper looking than our own. The others should be warned." While speaking, the trio had a new member arrive. A maned wolf showed herself, though Mabbit had never seem her before. She seemed spunky, angry at his statement to his King. "Nice of you to mention the weather instead of the stray our king has inevitably brought back to his territory during this change." Mabbit let out a snuff, rubies locking onto the hot headed vixen. "Don't doubt our King, for before you came here too you were considered a stray to us here before you." His voice deep and gruff as always, but not showing any sign of danger. Just a simple "Back off". It wasn't long before he saw Athene, he didn't know her well but he knew of her. He watched as she waltzed in, the warrior she was and spoke in the rhyme she always did. "Who are you, Kari, to name her a stray? You who only submitted after much delay. And who are you Kari, to question her here Has her presence invoked jealousy, perhaps fear? This is not your land, but belongs to Kershov King You have no right to question which lady toys he may bring. So shut up, and sit down, and tie shut your trap So the adults can figure out what shit bag has fallen into our lap." Mabbit gave a chuckle and a nod to Athene as sort of a "well said". The silent warrior stood tall and proud, watching as more members came in. His brother, Grey spoke to their King about his lateness, and apologized before speaking some words to the Spartan. ”Brother, you have come in an interesting state.” He gave a chuckle and a nod. "Indeed. The salty sea was no match for my own salty self." He tried to crack a joke before turning his attention back to his King. . “For all we know, the other territories are in chaos. I know their new names when I think of them somehow . . . yet I cannot guess what they might be going through. How vulnerable they are . . . How vulnerable we could be. I think our first order of business shall be to seek shelter—nothing permanent, simply a base from which to work from as we explore our own kingdom.” Mabbit nodded in agreement, thinking on his feet as as to where would even be good for them to set up base at while the King spoke to his guest. He waited paciently until their words were done before coming forth. "There's caverns close to the water that are hard to access and hidden to most. I caught a glimpse as I was swimming my way to shore." On The Frontlines Of War ❦Mabbit❦Fallen for Sako❦   |
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