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 11, 2017 at 02:19:35 PM by Kahlan
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‘I think I loved you then. And because I loved you… I tried to consume you.’ I snort and rear away from him, but his nape is over mind, and it holds me in place, so I resort to merely shaking my head beneath him. What the fuck was he talking about. Love? I laugh myself nearly because the thought of it is so absurd. There has never been love between us. There has never been hate either, but talking in such a way to suggest either extreme is ridiculous. But as for the latter part of his speech… yes. He had tried to consume me. I remember now, the pair of us in the field. It had been right after Kenshin had sent himself away. Or was it later… Months after Kenshin left me for a second time? Yes, that was it. It was after I left Kirastasia. Yes… That’s right. I was contemplating… Something? Or perhaps I was feeling sorry for myself, the way that I had needed to leave her in order to protect myself. My inability… No, it wasn’t my inability. I am capable of feeling emotions… But it was my choice not to. Yes, that was it. And it had led to… our coital session. But why had he not eaten me? I would be not even one bit of a challenge for him… Why had he not slain me where I stood. I wouldn’t have even tried to stop him. But was that it? Had my lack of emotion, my stoic visage, the absence of fear in my eyes saved my life? Despite the fact that the whole purpose of my psychopathy was to bring me eventual happiness, it had not done so yet… But at least it had apparently saved my life. I feel his hot breath upon my flesh, warming me, and I… I feel memories start turning. Perhaps this will actually work. “Kershov, you are not one who admits love easily. So I will not disrespect you by negating your claims. But it does bring questions to bear - why did you love me? And I noticed you used the past tense, so if you did truly love me then.. I wonder what has changed?” I narrow my eyelids and smirk at him, one of my eyebrows raised. “Is it that you love someone else now? Are you actually in love with someone, or is it something else… Just respect? Raw, sexual attraction? I do not see you as a creature who allows words to slip from your mouth without meaning… So perhaps I am reading too far into all of this…” My voice trails off into nothingness, until it is but a breath of a whisper that is flitted away on the remnants of the wind. How is it that we communicate like this, with a witty banter even while we are preparing to take part in the most intimate of exercises. I’ve barely speak to others of my kind, yet here I am openly talking with him. Do I care about him? Perhaps in a way I do, but not in a way that would ever hurt me. And after all, he has already done the worst things to me that he could - and in one order all those years ago, he had both demanded that Kenshin bring about the destruction of my family… And sealed my fate fall in love with the murder of my family. Perhaps in a sick and twisted way, he is the cause of all of my pain discomfort. But somehow, it does not matter to me anymore. He had not known me then, although does he truly know me now? Even as I am moaning, my body preparing itself for his entrance, I am separated, thinking of complex situations, contradicting ideologies. Does Kershov even know that I am the pup from that pack? I laugh mirthlessly and shake my head. It does not matter. It does not matter, because now he would not harm me. I’m not sure how I know that, but I do. He can poke and prod all he wants, both figuratively and physically as his sword begins to caress my delicate flower petals, but true harm to the heart?… He wouldn’t. Not now. He speaks of fear, of the consequences of rendering our amnesia null and void. But is that really what he fears? Has he ever spoken of fear to another? He is biting at my ear, I cannot dwell on those questions much longer, and yet I need to know the answers. I want to push him to his limits, his extremes. I don’t care for the Kershov that everyone else sees, hidden behind layers of armor and threats. I need to see the raw bed of ore that lines his very center - naked, unadorned. “Do you really fear the consequences, Kershov? Or do you just say that because you do not wish to do this? Do you fear the consequences, truly? Or do you perhaps not fear them at all… Do you have a need to know like I do? Because I do - I need to know. Not just my own memories, but yours as well. I think somehow our spirits have become entangled, and together they weave a dangerous web. I need to see past all of that, passed your defenses. What is it that you fear most Kershov? Don’t bullshit me, I will know. Even as you buck your hips against me, I will sense the change in your rhythm. You cannot lie to me, not here. What is it that you fear, ice king of the tundra?” We are a sight to behold, a pair of liars pinned together in the throes of passion, but there is no passion between us, only need. We are not lovers, and will never be. But instead, we are friends, and isn’t that the truth of it. How my brother would hate me, hate all of this if he could see me now. But destiny and fate and past cannot be changed, so here I am. Asking fundamental questions while my only friend in the world fucks me gently. And then he orders me, mid thrust, to tell him if we need to stop. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop a sarcastic remark. There is no stopping us now, not once we have begun this journey together. And here they come, rumbling memories across the plains and into my mind. I can feel very acutely his flesh caressing the inside of me, the friction between us not painful at all, but instead pleasurable, and it nearly brings me to my knees, but my mind is already gone. I can remember it now. I tell him to go faster, to pump harder, to drive me to my goal. To the one memory I know was hiding between us, the secret, what my mind is trying to hide from me. I moan, his name upon my lips but I can feel myself rising, reaching my climax. I tell him to go faster, faster, and I am breathless now, crying out with need and pleasure. Then there it is. The memory of it all. After I met with him, the pair of us intertwined in embrace, I had left Blossom Forest, yes. And that had been where my memory had previously stopped. But I remember now - my belly head swelled. Motion had kicked within me until finally, life was born. I scream as I climax, arching up against him so that he fully engulfs me, his member fully swallowed by my folds of moist, trembling flesh. And then I collapse onto the ground, likely with him still inside of me. And I begin to cry… And I don’t know whether they are tears of anguish or fear or sadness, I can’t feel anything singularly except for the overwhelming emotion that is flooding throughout me. For so long I have been battling against exactly this - I did not want pain, I did not want emotion, so just wanted to happy and content in my life without the burdens that love and life so often bring. But despite the fact that I have been running away from everything ever since then, it all caught up with me. And life? It continued on despite the fact that I desperately wanted it to stay still. I have born a child, was it the gods way of making up for the two that I miscarried all those years ago? If so, why have I been thusly punished with amnesia of her existence. “We bore a child.” My eyes are dripping tidal waves of salty tears as I turn back to look at him. “What have we done?” |
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