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 December 2, 2017 at 02:08:03 AM by Macaria
__________________________________________ This had been what she was hoping for all along - she had been hoping for new life to form in her womb from a coupling of her and her lover. For weeks beforehand, she had been abstinent from any sort of relationship with others. She had not laid with another brute… Or another fae for that matter. And she had not fed on any wolves at all, despite her cravings… And over the weeks since she had laid with Grey, her belly had grown. At first, she had not gotten too excited about it, not wanting to jinx it. After all, it was the winter, and perhaps it was a little extra weight due to her inactivity - normally, she exercised a superfluous amount with her multiple lovers and feeding frenzies… But then she had noticed her abdomen continue to grow. But it was not until the day she felt one of her pups’ first kicks that she truly got excited about her offspring. Yes, she had told her mate that she wanted pups, and wanted pups with him and only him. But she had not been lying about her selfish reasoning for having a pup in the first place. Part of her had worried that she would never truly come to care for the pups, and would have to fake it. But after that first kick… After that first true sign of life… she was hooked, and she knew that now, her life was about to get a whole lot more complicated. In order to lay with other wolves other than Grey, she would not only have to consider Grey Wind, but her pups as well. She would not be able to leave them for long periods of time, lest they go hungry and starve without her milk. And if she was to be absent from them even when they were old enough to not require her milk… They would wonder where she was. And the last thing that she wanted was to be a bad mother - she did not wish to follow in her mother‘s paw steps. But how… How would she be able to survive without filling her cravings? Yes, she had done it for the last few months… But… would she really be able to choose her pups over those very cravings? That was her new worry. The black fur on her rippled as the pups began to kick again, and slowly, she awoke from her dreams and nightmares and trepidations. But as soon as she was awake, she nearly shot right out of her skin. She had thought that it was her pups kicking… But instead she realized that it was her womb contracting. She could feel the waves of movement within the uterine muscles, along with the anxious pups squirming around inside of her. But just like always, there was no pain. But unlike the normal day-to-day routine, she did have fear. What if something was wrong with the pups? What if, because she could not feel pain, she would not know what to do instinctively? What if the pups hated her? What if she failed as a mother? She screamed for Grey to wake up, but it came out more a jumbled mess of vocals than any actual words. She reached for her mate, and if he was close enough to her, she would tug at his skin so that he was down at her level to comfort her. “What the fuck do I do now Grey Wind? What were we thinking? I don’t know anything about having a baby? Do you know anything about having a baby? Why don’t you just have these fucking babies? Why don’t you be the mother, and I’ll be the father, and it will be grand! God dammit how do I know if I’m supposed to push? Am I supposed to push? I’m going to push!” She was ranting now, ranting and rambling over her words.And she really had no clue what to do, but she pushed for all she was worth. A scream pulled through her, not from pain, but frustration. She knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what, and so because she could not feel herself tearing, she continued to push. Little did she know, that two pups were making their way out of her the same time, and she didn’t know… Not until she turned around to grab the one pup she felt slip through, and instead saw two. The first that she grabbed hold of was a little boy, a darling little thing straight with a mix of light and gray hair and smoky blades. Her incisors pulled the sack apart to free him of his fluids, before her tongue quickly ran over his mouth to prevent him from inhaling any of it. Without really knowing what she was doing, she grabbed him by his scruff and pulled him from her, effectively breaking the umbilical cord. She placed him at the front of her mammaries, by one of her teats and licked him clean, stimulating him to drink, and once the essential parts of him were free of fluid, she rushed to the second pup and went through the same routine before placing him next to his brother. This one was a fully black male, although as she began to groom him next to his brother, she found that below his tips was a light gray, and she smiled. “These shall be my two smoky boys, I suppose. This first one shall be Evandros and this one Ronan.” She could feel her sides contracting again, and she pushed, pushed until this pup came out too. But she was surprised to see that the third pup born was laying in a puddle of blood. Frantically, she cleaned the pup off, thinking that the blood belong to her pup… But the Little faeling was fine, a black girl with a dark gray undercoat, the darker version of the second pup born. And that was when she realized what had happened. But she knew she had one left… And so she pushed despite the fact that she knew she might irritate her tissues more, pushed until the pup was out of her. She quickly cleaned it off and placed the last girl by her tears as well before turning to her mate. “This girl shall be Ariel, and this one Missandei. Now run. Run to the caves and find Thackary - he owes me a debt. He is what is called a vampire, and if he doesn’t turn me, I’m about to die. And I finally can claim that I do not wish to die any longer...” She coughed and relaxed, knowing she would need to keep up her energy if she had any hope of surviving... __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Adult||Grey Wind|| |
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- Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind December 11, 2017 at 04:57:28 PM
knives in your back - By thackery! December 16, 2017 at 00:29:43 AM
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s i l e n t c h a o s - By k i o r a January 3, 2018 at 11:03:40 PM
I’m Not the Devil, But I Won’t Be Your Hero - By Missandei January 4, 2018 at 06:13:05 PM
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